Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 23

•I don't own Hetalia, if I did I wouldn't be writing this.

When the two nations arrived at the meeting all the conversation seemed to stop, all eyes went to them as they walked in and took their seats. Many nations came over to speak to them and ask how America was, he would always have a cocky reply about how he knew they missed him but the long wait was over. England had missed that attitude. When the meeting had begun only two people were missing: France and Canada. But everyone knew why Canada was missing, he was caring for Americas children, Allen and Oliver, but pretty soon America would have the boys back. And he wasn't missing out on anything, Prussia was taking notes for him, it gave him something to do at these meetings which he insisted on attending, he went mostly to annoy his brother, Germany and to talk with the other members of the Bad Touch Trio: Spain and France. But no-one really knew why France was absent, the counties that had witnessed what happened yesterday suspected it had something to do with that but none could really be sure. Halfway through the meeting, it was about the economy, again, France strutted in, the overpowering smell of roses and wine coming with him. He shot a glance at England and a surprised look at America. France sat down, ignoring the furious look from Germany.
"Gutten morgen France, nice of you to join us" the German said, expecting an answer as to why he was so late.
"Sorry! I forgot the time!" The Frenchman said swiftly, he kept sneaking glances at America and England. Germany continued talking, while he did that America heard the voice louder and louder. He was confused, but finally it hit him, the memory.
He was standing on a field, rain pouring down, soaking him through his blue uniform, his army standing behind him. And there was England, dressed in red, kneeling on the ground, by himself. America didn't understand what was happening, what did it mean? Something bad happened between them, that much was obvious, but he couldn't remember what. Then he heard something else.
"Fool"
"Your such a fatass! Learn to put the food down!"
"American idiot"
The words hit him like a wave, he didn't know why they hurt him so much, they made him angry and sad. He just wanted to forget them, but he couldn't.
"America?" England said, snapping the American out of his daze. "It's a break now"
"Cool!" America shouted, a grin on his face. He had grown bore of the meeting very quickly and was dying to get away. France came over to America, smiling, oblivious to England.
"Hello Amérique! Nice to see you back!" He chattered. "I must speak with Angleterre for a moment so excuse us". America nodded slowly, not understanding why France would talk to England after what had happened. France dragged England away with much more difficulty than the fusty time. France led him to the far side of the room.
"What the hell do you want frog?" England growled.
"To...chat" France replied "I want you to explain why America is here and why you are here also"
"It's a world meeting. We both should really be here, and just because you did that to me doesn't mean I will stop showing up. And America wanted to come after he had woken up" England answered, his anger rising.
"You shouldn't have come here Angleterre. The memory will be too much for you, after all I was at my best, even if I didn't get to drag it out for as long as I wanted to" France leaned closer to England and started to whisper "I would made you beg for me, Angleterre. I would've made you speak my language and record it so everyone knows how 'proud' you really are. Maybe even take a few pictures, for the memory of course, and for blackmail" England's face had went slightly red.
"You absolute wanker!" He yelled and stormed out the room. He went to the bathroom to calm down.

America looked around the room. Where did England go? America got up slowly to try and find him, not bothering to talk to France about his location because he would punch him if he got close enough. He left the room silently and walked down the hall, peeking into various rooms. America found himself at the main entrance, he walked onto the street. He didn't know where England could have gone. He decided to try his house, he walked onto the road, not noticing the car speeding towards him.

There was a scream.
There was a cry for help.
There was a memory.
And suddenly America remembered.

This was created by me and mlphetalialuv so I hoped you've enjoyed it so far! ^_^