Chapter One

England listened to the other countries talk. France was absent from the meeting that day, which meant there was no bickering to be engaged in. The damned frog, with his fucking roses. All the countries around him were still arguing about one another, which meant Germany would go ballistic in approximately two minutes and forty-three seconds. The strict blond kept a schedule for everything, even getting mad.

"You look bored. You want a sweet, aru?" China held out a bowl of some sort of green tea chocolates sealed in cutesy pink plastic wrappers. "No, thank you. They'll only make me hungry." China shrugged and returned to watching the other nations argue. Russia threatened the Baltics one last time, Switzerland fit in a remark about guns, and America cackled over the chaos, inhaling hamburgers and talking about his brilliant, heroic plans to save the world with a gigantic robot.

Then Germany blew.

The remainder of the meeting was started off on with the usual pasta chant from Italy. It proceeded in an orderly fashion. England tried to take notes as each country droned on, bored out of his wits. Until he noticed an eerie purple glow in the corner of the room.

The other countries hadn't noticed anything, focusing on their notes so Germany wouldn't yell at them. But England was drawn to the purple glow. Looking around to make sure the other countries, specifically Germany, were immersed in the meeting, he got up out of his seat and wandered over to the abnormal aura. What the-? Normally, England would have spoken out, but something told him to stay quiet. What the bloody hell is this?

He reached his hand out to touch it, not thinking clearly at all. The violet light hissed, as if it were alive. A dark opening was slowly enlarging in the middle, similar to what England imagined a black hole looked like. Is this the faeries' doing? I've been paying them lots of attention, though...are they upset about something? England gasped as a hand rose out of the growing cavity. He turned and yelled at the other countries, but it was as if they'd gone deaf. England turned back to the black hole, trying to push the hand back in, but it only rose up, up until it connected to a wrist, which disappeared into a sleeve, a red cuff rimmed with white, sewn on to the blue arm of a jacket-like military uniform...

England felt his blood run cold. He recognized that uniform. He stepped back, trying to avoid his eyes. No, no, God, please, no! The figure continue to climb out of the hole. The bitterness flew across young America's face, a flitting shadow, and the uniform puffed out with angry pride. No! I refuse, I refuse to listen, I will not! But America's hands pulled his fingers from his ears.

"I want...to be free." No, no... The tears started streaming. I've already heard this! Once is enough! He tried to scream, to remove his hands, to run far, far away, but the sound stuck in his throat. "I will become independent of you. Acknowledge me, England." Why? No! Why? Please...

"England." America let go of his hands and shook him. "England, answer me." The former empire whimpered in his grasp, the tears falling in rivulets down his cheeks. "England...England...England-san..."

Japan stood over him, shaking his shoulder. "England-san, the meeting is over." The little nation gasped as Britain lifted his head. "Eh? Really? My apologies, I must have drifted off."

"England-san...erm...do you...need a handkerchief?"

"I...what?" The Englishman touched his damp cheeks in surprise. "Th-thank you, Japan, I...I'll just..." He dragged his sleeve over his face, the salty droplets soaking into the cloth. It wasn't like a gentleman to dirty someone else's handkerchief, and he'd happened to leave his at home, so the sleeve would have to do. Japan seemed to be trying to remind him of something, indirectly. "Right, we're going to dinner, aren't we?" The other man nodded shyly. "But...England-san, are you alright?" I know America's the reason, England-san. I know you still cry over him. Am I enough, I wonder? I can't do much, but I'll offer what little comfort I have...

"I'm fine, thanks." England smiled. "Let's go, shall we?" He reached for the Asian nation's hand, his cheeks tinted a bit pink with embarrassment. Japan turned his head a bit to make sure everyone else had indeed gone home, then intertwined his fingers with those of the other man. He giggled. "Yes we shall, England-san."

The two of them didn't bother to check behind them. So it was true! They were together! America had suspected this for awhile. He felt sick to his stomach. But he's mine!

Not so, whispered a voice in the back of his mind. He stopped being 'yours' when you stabbed him in the back with the knife of secession. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" America whispered fiercely to the little voice as he watched Japan and his former caretaker walk down the hall toward the exit. He wanted nothing more to stop them.

But he'd forsaken the right to do so, long, long ago.

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'K, this isn't a oneshot. If this was a oneshot and I were the reader, I would cry. Kesesesese, because I'm so awesome that a oneshot isn't enough for everyone to enjoy my awesomeness!

Just kidding. I'm not that awesome.

This story will probably have around three to four chapters, and I'd like to try and take votes for whether the story will end Asakiku or Usuk.

So please, feel free to private message/review your preferences to me. Thanks for the read!

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