I REVISED IT AND TURNED IT INTO THE REAL SUPPOSED-TO-BE NEXT CHAPTER

IMPORTANT, MUST READ THIS PART!: This is actually why england decided to leave, well sorta like that, but yea. by the way, i was the one who wrote the sucky poem-like-thingy so please spare me the guilt hahaha Oh yeah, we had a storm yesterday, the first floor of our house got flooded (our house is like 4 stories tall so it was kinda okay) and the flood outside reached my waist (and i'm freakin' 5 foot 1 inches tall) so were going on a vcation and i wont be able to update in like i dont know, 3 days maybe? 2 weeks tops!

And if this is well received, I'll write a Romano version too....maybe...(wow i'm so greece-like today hahaha)

Disclaimer: I dont own hetalia but the poem-like-thingy and the plot is mine so...yea

Chapter 3: Never Forever

Did you actually think,

That I'd wait forever?

That I'd be satisfied,

With your sickly sweet and fake smiles?

When all i craved and longed for,

Were given to others.

I showered you with all the affection and love i had,

While you, rebelled and flew out of my grasp.

I stayed silent, acted as if everything was fine,

While inside, my heart had begun to beat its last beat.

You came only at night,

whispered sweet nothings and empty promises.

And in the morning, you'd be gone, without a word, not a sound.

I gave you my mind, my heart, my soul...

...You gave me some preservative filled meat bun,

and half-hearted apologies in return.

So now, I've decided

A simple goodbye would be enough.

I'm just wondering if...

You'll care long enough to hear it.

"Goodbye" Arthur whispered to the back of a familiar bomber jacket. He smiled bitterly, realizing that the taller nation had either ignored or didnt hear him. 'Isnt it ironic?..'--he thought to himself--'That the only words he hears from my mouth are cutting and biting ones? And when I desperately need him to listen, he does not.' So he stops, clenching his fists, a bitter smile adorning his handsome face.

And he stays standing there...staring at nothing...letting the cold rain pierce through his very being, chilling him to the very bone...watching the nation drift farther and farther away from him. It would always be this way, he admitted to himself, he would always be chasing that idiotic lump to no avail, always one step behind him. Arthur had too much pride to keep on pursuing something he would never truly have... So for now, he'd go back home, pack up his things and leave, then, maybe, just maybe, he might be able to get rid of this growing infatuation that made his heart feel as if it were breaking.

The green eyed man smiled one last time before turning his back and walking away. The crystalline tears flowing from his emerald eyes washed away by the pouring rain.

At that exact moment Alfred F. Jones, feeling a sliver of cold dread settle in the pit of his stomach, turns and asks "Did you just say something Iggy?".

"Oi bastard! Wake the fuck up!" At the sound of the Italian's annoyed voice, England's eyes immediately shot open and after familiarizing himself with the current surroundings, he sighed heavily. 'So, it was just a dream....'

They had left the airport, officially arriving in Canada, and now they were on their way to the nearest mall before going to England's mansion (Yes, the Englishman had a freakin MANSION as a SUMMER HOUSE!)

3 months had passed since they had left their home and they were glad that they would finally be able to settle down. They had circled the entire globe so that America, Spain and the others who would surely look for them would have a hard time finding the right trail.

It was hard. During mornings they would stay in cheap motels, eating crappy food while doing as much work as possible and in the nights or early dawn, they'd be moving out again. Luckily, they were too exhausted to fight or argue with each other, though they were times when both country's stubbornness got them into trouble.

Arthur noted that Romano had contacted his brother immediately before they left and hid a smile as the southern counterpart of Italy tried to calm down a hysterically sobbing feliciano, melancholic fondness and concern in his voice. England almost felt guilty for dragging Romano into his problems, tearing him away from his brother whom he'd be constantly and secretly worried about but then, he remembered that Romano had the same burning need to disappear too, they both wanted to live peacefully...away from the constant pain and heartache.

They decided that if they truly didnt want anyone to find them, if people were to actually look in Canada (which was sorta a possibility in itself), they needed a disguise, a persona if you will. And thus, here they were standing in front of a not too shabby parlor that boasted the tag line "After were done, no one would even realize its you!" which was exactly what they needed.

The shop was actually quite professional. None of the annoying and mindless chatter, the chewing and blowing of gum, but most of all, there were no unwanted gossipers and matrons loitering about. Nodding to each other, the two went to their respected cubicles (Each customer was situated in a different cubicle, separated from the lobby, other customers and prying eyes.) The cubicle was a plain and small room. Thick velvet red curtains dividing it from the rest of the cubicles, a standard black swivel chair, a variety of tools placed neatly in a corner along with a body-length mirror behind the seat (So that the customer will only be able to see the change afterwards).

Romano's Side: The Cool, Composed, Prince Type:

"Make me the opposite of an i-i-ill-t-temper-red, u-u-un-h-honest and w-whiny type." Romano said through clenched teeth. It annoyed him that he was admitting things like this to a complete stranger! And the man had the nerve to smirk at him! He was fucking South Italy, the boss of all mafia bosses, for godssake! It took all of his self-control not to pull out the switch-knife hidden in the folds of his jacket and wipe that smug look out of the idiotic stylist's face.

The italian tried very, very, hard not to complain and curse the bastard during the whole ordeal of dyeing and cutting hair (luckily, they avoided that single strand of curl), fitting clothes (they had that service for special instances) and the final dusting off.

When he turned to look at himself in the mirror, he was more than stunned to see a complete stranger with the same surprised look staring back at him. Well, it wasnt actually a stranger, it was him...altered, for lack of a better word. His hair was died black and mussed to a slightly messy, just-got-out-of-bed yet carefully arranged look (much like Sweden's hair style), eye color changed to a dark blue due to colored contact lenses. He was wearing a long sleeved, low neckline, slightly fitted black shirt, gray pants, black shoes, a pair of knit gloves, matching white and black plaid scarf wound loosely around his neck and a dangling, intricate silver cross earring on his left ear (Dont ask how they pierced his ear *shiver* too scary!). Glasses completed the aloof look. "Is That...me?...." At the stylist's nod he could only whisper "Fuck...".

England's Side: The Devilish, Charming, Bad Boy Type

"So what or who would you want to look like sir?" The stylist, a perky girl, asked arthur. "Surprise me! Just make sure No one would be able to recognize me. And make it snappy. I dont like wasting time." The girl puffed her cheeks in a cute pout before her face broke into a thoughtful grin. "I know exactly what would suit you mr. rude pants!" Before england could sputter a denial, he was quickly thrown in his seat and wrapped with a cloth.

Arthur was nervous through the whole process, especially when the girl broke out what looked like red hair dye.

After an hour or two

The girl was quite skillful, Arthur deducted as he assessed the final result. He was wearing a sleeveless, white hoodie shirt, with the word F*cK diagonally placed in the middle, baggy cargo pants, sneakers and a greyish green sweater tied around his slim waist. His hair was alse dyed black with a single red streak, in a messed up, wind blown style. Multiple black, leather bangles placed in his right hand, and a leather black choker with metal spikes on his neck.

Arthur was quite shocked when he saw Romano. The stylist had turned him into a complete prince-like heartthrob! Romano was also stunned to see a punked-out and hotter (he'd rather have his tongue ripped out than admit that he thought bushy-brows was hot) rocker bad-boy. They stared at each other or quite awhile before giving their stylists a 1000$ tip.

They left the parlor in relatively good moods, Arthur had even bought an electric guitar along the way and during the 2 hour trip to the Brit's mansion, Arthur collapsed in exhaustion. It seemed that the Englishman hadn't slept in 4 days straight since he was busy preparing for the final touches of their "disappearance". He was still jet-lagged but luckily they arrived during spring time when it wasnt too cold, and the scene of budding flowers relaxed him.

Arthur, straightened up in his seat and watched as his Victorian style mansion came into view. A figure was standing in front of the wrought iron gates but they were too far to see who it was. Dread filled the Brit's stomach as they neared the gate and the Italian and the Englishman felt the world crash around them as they realized exactly who was blocking their way.

The blond boy carrying what looked like a polar bear cub smiled at them and said in a quiet voice, "Welcome to Canada. Arthur. Romano."

Okay! So that was extremely short but after rereading my story, I just realized how incredibly dull the USUK parts are so i went more in depth on the reason why arthur left. And now, i'm completely depressed because of it hahahaha! Well actually, i just did this for my best friend (lithuania. Yes ever since hetalia existed, me and meh besties call each other by the nations that fit our personality the most) because even though she doesnt approve of yaoi (WTF?!), she loves USUK so this is like a sorta gift for her hahaha.

Wow....That SUCKED. THAT SUCKED EPICLY. I APOLOGIZE FOR THE SUCKYNESS OF THIS SUCKY CHAPTER!

So review and other junk...I'm too tired to say anything more since i wrote this at 3 am after reading like a dozen mangas. I'm goin' to sleep now my lovelies. Take care and until next tme, keep on loooooooving the awesome me!