Fiery: I need to learn to stop starting new fics...

Summary: None of it was real. Nothing Alfred had been feeling for years had been reciprocated. How does our favorite American find out. By proposing. One-sided USUK and Human names.

Fiery: Copyrights- Story© Me, Characters© Hidekaz Himaruya

CH 1

Alfred stood waiting for an answer. His grey-sky eyes shimmering with hope and desperation. A weak, worried smile tugged at his lips, but only one side as if it hope didn't have the strength to help him grin with the usual cockiness that the world power typically possessed. Alfred sat, kneeling and holding up the small box with a gold band in it.

The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland stared down on him, his slim fingers still on the brass doorknob that he had opened moments ago. Emerald green eyes wide in surprise with something America couldn't identify shining in them. His messy hair was just messy enough but not so much to be called crazy or "sex hair." Arthur Kirkland, perfection in a human body. Well not entirely human, but you get the point.

As Alfred examined the British nation his expression changed to one of loving, everything seemed to soften on his face. The smiled changed and pulled at both corners of his lips. His eye lid sunk a bit and glasses, known as Texas, slid a bit down the bridge of the American's nose. Somewhere in the silence wind chimes blew. It seemed perfect. Everything was perfect just as the younger nation had planned. The sun shone in through the windows behind the Brit to give him an angelic light. Then all of a sudden the stillness and perfection was shattered with one scoffing word. "No."

The wind chimes fell silent and a cloud passed over the sun. Alfred's face fell to one of neutral, with eyes shining with begging and curiosity. He didn't understand. Ever since World War II the pair of blond nations had been together. America had loved his former caretaker with all his heart and soul. He even gave his virginity to the British nation. Everything the younger nation had done for years had been for Arthur. What did he mean "No?" Alfred felt so lost, as if he was sinking lower and lower into the porch as the other nation stared down at him.

"This as been a great few years and all, but you know I was just in it for the political and economical gain," Arthur sighed, running the fingers that had once been on that door knob through his sandy hair. "You understand don't you? With the economy down and all it's best if we try doing things on our own. Its not like it was every really personal anyways."

Right. Not personal. America felt his heart being grabbed by two hands and being tugged in separate directions. Through all the pain, he smiled his usual cocky smile and laugh his usual cocky laugh. "Right. Well I guess I'd better be going then." Scratching the back of his wheat blond hair Alfred closed the box and placed it back in his pocket. The American simply stood up and started walking away.

"You know America, if you wanted to," Arthur paused, "you know one more time. I wouldn't say no. You look quite dashing in that suit."

Alfred felt his jaw clench and his heart get stuffed through a shredder and fed to the sharks. That's all it had been about to him? Sex and money? America felt himself being ripped apart on the inside as he turned back around, grinning madly. "Nah. My boss doesn't even know I'm gone. I should get back before he notices. I'll be seein' ya Britain," the blue eyed nation replied the only thing showing his hurt was his slightly stooped stature and broken eyes. Before anything else could be said Alfred rushed to his car and drove away.

A/N Time!

Fiery: God I feel awful after writing this. I was thinking of a fic I read while I sat in the car for three hours and this came to life. There are short chapters for a short story.

Arthur: ... I feel like an ass now.

Al: This isn't real right? I mean if I really proposed you wouldn't do that right Arthur?

Arthur: Never *hugs Al*

Al: *closes eyes contently and a blissful smiled spreads it's way across his face*

Fiery: Yeah so anyways if I'm not updating quickly it's because:

A. I'm lazy.

B. I'm on my trip to Washington D.C. where I'll have no computer or anything I can write on at all.

C. I'm too busy screwing around on Transformice with Iggy and my friends.

D. I"m too busy screwing around on my rp site( h t t p : / / d s h e t a l i a n s . p r o b o a r d s . c o m / ).

E. I'm working on my other fics.

or F. I have Writer's Block.