Reverse Meltdown [19b/19]
anonymous
November 28 2010, 06:45:19 UTC
Finally, it’s time to take England to the airport and back home, even if he can’t bear to be apart from his newly found lover. In the car, England leans on his shoulder in the cutest way. He doesn’t say anything to not ruin the precious moment. Once at destination, he gives a simple farewell with no uncertainty.
He just has to trust him.
-~-
England can’t believe how he had been let go so easily.
He is in the airplane instead of at America’s house. He could’ve canceled this flight, but America hadn’t disagreed against going. Obviously, he had seen signs, but no real action had been made. Plus, at the departure, America hadn’t shown him any of the affection from earlier that morning. He pouts, stuffing his hands into his pockets. In one of them, he finds a piece of paper that hadn’t been there before.
He opens it and reads, “Dear Arthur, What ‘real’ present are you talking about? Is it the scarf you made me? Even though it’s very nice, I think the real present is you. You are my gift. And because of that, I can’t leave you alone. It’s my duty to stress over you. Even if you’re completely well, I still will because I…”
“Love you, duh,”
England tilts his head up to see America standing over him. He jumps back in surprise. “W-what are you doing here?”
“I was just lucky,”
“Lucky how?”
“Lucky someone didn’t need a flight today?”
“I’m close to believing you stole it.”
“Hey! You don’t trust me?”
“Of course I do. Now sit down,”
America complies and buckles his seatbelt. “Well… Arthur, I know you’re not completely a hundred percent yet, so I’ll be staying with you,”
“And how long will that take?”
“I don’t know. But as I see it, it’ll never go away,”
“What?” England yells.
“Maybe ‘never’ is too much, but it keeps coming back. All we can do is keep trying,”
England looks down at his fingers, wondering if he’ll ever go back to the way he had been. Before he goes to the thought of “never,” America interrupts, “Besides, there’s always rain before beauty.”
“What did you say?”
“Ah,” America blushes, realizing his own comment, “nothing. Just something I noticed while being at your place.”
He thinks over the statement and smiles. Though there’ll always be hardships, there’ll also be many beautiful things ahead also. “It’s true,” he mutters.
He grasps America’s hand. Just like the first time, he’ll have to rely on him, but somehow it’s not the same. He’s not dependent because he’s the only one there, but because he loves him. And that makes all the difference.
So now he lives upon a whole pile of hope, surely to get him somewhere. As long as he takes this optimistically, maybe he’ll be able to reverse this state completely.
But in actuality, his meltdown is already over.
Hoorah. I've reached over 20K ^p^. Fail story deserves a fail ending. Er. I think I'll de-anon this with a bunch of revisions to improve it. ^^" So see you around... I guess. And I still didn't do homework...
He just has to trust him.
-~-
England can’t believe how he had been let go so easily.
He is in the airplane instead of at America’s house. He could’ve canceled this flight, but America hadn’t disagreed against going. Obviously, he had seen signs, but no real action had been made. Plus, at the departure, America hadn’t shown him any of the affection from earlier that morning. He pouts, stuffing his hands into his pockets. In one of them, he finds a piece of paper that hadn’t been there before.
He opens it and reads, “Dear Arthur, What ‘real’ present are you talking about? Is it the scarf you made me? Even though it’s very nice, I think the real present is you. You are my gift. And because of that, I can’t leave you alone. It’s my duty to stress over you. Even if you’re completely well, I still will because I…”
“Love you, duh,”
England tilts his head up to see America standing over him. He jumps back in surprise. “W-what are you doing here?”
“I was just lucky,”
“Lucky how?”
“Lucky someone didn’t need a flight today?”
“I’m close to believing you stole it.”
“Hey! You don’t trust me?”
“Of course I do. Now sit down,”
America complies and buckles his seatbelt. “Well… Arthur, I know you’re not completely a hundred percent yet, so I’ll be staying with you,”
“And how long will that take?”
“I don’t know. But as I see it, it’ll never go away,”
“What?” England yells.
“Maybe ‘never’ is too much, but it keeps coming back. All we can do is keep trying,”
England looks down at his fingers, wondering if he’ll ever go back to the way he had been. Before he goes to the thought of “never,” America interrupts, “Besides, there’s always rain before beauty.”
“What did you say?”
“Ah,” America blushes, realizing his own comment, “nothing. Just something I noticed while being at your place.”
He thinks over the statement and smiles. Though there’ll always be hardships, there’ll also be many beautiful things ahead also. “It’s true,” he mutters.
He grasps America’s hand. Just like the first time, he’ll have to rely on him, but somehow it’s not the same. He’s not dependent because he’s the only one there, but because he loves him. And that makes all the difference.
So now he lives upon a whole pile of hope, surely to get him somewhere. As long as he takes this optimistically, maybe he’ll be able to reverse this state completely.
But in actuality, his meltdown is already over.
Hoorah. I've reached over 20K ^p^. Fail story deserves a fail ending. Er. I think I'll de-anon this with a bunch of revisions to improve it. ^^" So see you around... I guess. And I still didn't do homework...
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NotOP!Anon thanks you for sharing this beautiful story with the rest of us anons, and thanks OP for such a nice prompt.
I'm gonna go curl up in bed with a huge smile on my face and re-read this now.
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