[APH] US x UK - Love without reason lasts the longest
Ok, so Hetalia has really invaded my mind. Darn, why is it so addictive??
This drabble is written for usxuk: Spring Fever 2009.
thx to 'Aeri' for being my personal advisor.
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[APH] - US x UK
Disclaimer: Not mine. Like, duh? Himaruya owns them.
“Love without reason lasts the longest.”
Like a mother loves her child, that is how England loves America. Unconditional love, is it how you call it? He raised him, taught him all he knows, showered him with love, protected him from the world, until the younger country was big enough to stand on his own. What did he get in return? A pointing gun at his chest. It’s not the gun that hurts him. It’s the mental wound that nearly kills him. For several decades, the hate overcame the unconditional love.
England hated America for being so full of himself. England hated America for being ungrateful. England hated America for pointing a gun at him. England hated America for giving him so much trouble. England hated America for being dense. England hated America for knowing him more than one should. England hated America for always hanging around him. England hated America for making him hate the pouring rain. So many reasons to hate America, yet none to love.
His hatred faded as time goes on, leaving only the initial feeling he had for his ex-little brother. Love. He didn’t understand why it took him so fast to forgive America, but it took forever to get him out of his mind. He still remembered his voice, his face, his gentle touch, his warmth. He couldn’t remember the pointing gun, the beating war drum, the cheering voice anymore. Every time the rain fell, he felt as if it washed his hatred away. Little by little.
The blue eyed man barged into his room without any manner, as usual. England had given up in scolding him. He never changed since he was little, and England knew he would never change. America kept rambling continuously, in which England barely paid attention. He was lost in his own trail of thought until America’s voice brought him back.
“England, why are you staring at me?”
He didn’t reply.
“Why can't I hate you?” He sighed in defeat as he drowned himself into America’s deep blue eyes.
“Because I’m the HERO?” America blinked. A bit startled at the sudden question. It definitely was not the answer England was searching for. Suddenly darkness conquered the room.
“Bloody hell. What is this? Black out?”
The grip on his shirt stopped him from stepping outside the room. His lips formed a loving smirk as he patted the trembling hand.
“You’re such a scaredy-cat. Why do I end up getting stuck with you?”
Whatever the reason was, England would just shrug it off for the moment. It took him god-knows how long to realize his feeling was more than parental affection. Maybe it would take him forever to find out a reason why he fell in love. Time would give him the answer. Until he got it, he would keep this feeling since if he lost it, he wouldn’t be able to figure it out. Hey, maybe that’s why people said love without reason lasts the longest?
This drabble is written for usxuk: Spring Fever 2009.
thx to 'Aeri' for being my personal advisor.
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[APH] - US x UK
Disclaimer: Not mine. Like, duh? Himaruya owns them.
“Love without reason lasts the longest.”
Like a mother loves her child, that is how England loves America. Unconditional love, is it how you call it? He raised him, taught him all he knows, showered him with love, protected him from the world, until the younger country was big enough to stand on his own. What did he get in return? A pointing gun at his chest. It’s not the gun that hurts him. It’s the mental wound that nearly kills him. For several decades, the hate overcame the unconditional love.
England hated America for being so full of himself. England hated America for being ungrateful. England hated America for pointing a gun at him. England hated America for giving him so much trouble. England hated America for being dense. England hated America for knowing him more than one should. England hated America for always hanging around him. England hated America for making him hate the pouring rain. So many reasons to hate America, yet none to love.
His hatred faded as time goes on, leaving only the initial feeling he had for his ex-little brother. Love. He didn’t understand why it took him so fast to forgive America, but it took forever to get him out of his mind. He still remembered his voice, his face, his gentle touch, his warmth. He couldn’t remember the pointing gun, the beating war drum, the cheering voice anymore. Every time the rain fell, he felt as if it washed his hatred away. Little by little.
The blue eyed man barged into his room without any manner, as usual. England had given up in scolding him. He never changed since he was little, and England knew he would never change. America kept rambling continuously, in which England barely paid attention. He was lost in his own trail of thought until America’s voice brought him back.
“England, why are you staring at me?”
He didn’t reply.
“Why can't I hate you?” He sighed in defeat as he drowned himself into America’s deep blue eyes.
“Because I’m the HERO?” America blinked. A bit startled at the sudden question. It definitely was not the answer England was searching for. Suddenly darkness conquered the room.
“Bloody hell. What is this? Black out?”
The grip on his shirt stopped him from stepping outside the room. His lips formed a loving smirk as he patted the trembling hand.
“You’re such a scaredy-cat. Why do I end up getting stuck with you?”
Whatever the reason was, England would just shrug it off for the moment. It took him god-knows how long to realize his feeling was more than parental affection. Maybe it would take him forever to find out a reason why he fell in love. Time would give him the answer. Until he got it, he would keep this feeling since if he lost it, he wouldn’t be able to figure it out. Hey, maybe that’s why people said love without reason lasts the longest?