Us x Uk


Arthur's POV

It had taken me almost 100 years to finally summon up the courage to tell you how I felt.

I realised that I loved you way back, when you were still my colony. At first it was more of a brother kind of love, but it grew into something more.

And then you left me. I realised you hated me. You hated me and you wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. That's what I kept telling myself, because I knew that it was true.

When I saw you again, you'd become a successful nation. Sure, you were late to the war, but you were still there. That's all that mattered, right? But then you went right back to isolationism. You left me again, you didn't even look back.

After all the abuse you've put me through, after playing with my emotions as you have, how can I possibly still love you? I don't even know. I just know that I do, I do love you. I love you more than anything. And I miss you, I miss you so much. I wish that you would come back to me. Please, please, come back to me.

And then all hell broke loose as another World War started. You were late to this one, too. How American.

You had to wait until the last minute to join, you ignored how I was alone, I was losing, Europe was falling. The war had to be brought to you for you to even consider joining. But you joined, you came to help. And you had been sending aid all along. I guess that counts for something.

But it put the silly idea in my head that you actually cared about me. Then I realised it. You didn't have anything to do with that. You wanted to stay out of the war. It was your boss that cared. Not you. Of course not.

But I was delusional.

And I finally summoned up the courage to tell you. I finally found the words.

And I told you that I love you.

You looked at me, looking confused for a moment, before grinning and picking up the documents you'd been looking over.

"Very funny, Iggy,"

You pet my head and walked away.

I had no idea how to react. I didn't know what to do.

I wasn't aware that I could possibly feel this way.

You didn't break my heart. No, no, you didn't break it.

You shattered it.