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Okay, let's make history and be more epic than these people, shall we?
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The Great War, the war to end all wars, the first of an even more horrible time ahead…
UK fought desperately towards the end of it, the strength in his limbs draining away faster and faster these days. Battered and broken, he was so close to falling in battle. Sinking to his knees, England could stand no longer.
And then, he showed up.
And for the first time in a long time, UK was glad to see those shining stars and stripes.
‘…It’s about time you got here.’ UK coughed hoarsely, lifting a shaking hand to wipe away blood from the corner of his mouth, as he lay in the cold mud.
‘What are you talking about? I got here just in time to save the day.’ His hero chuckled, still a little boyishly, and smiled in that dazzling, perfect manner that he remembered.
Even though it had been a century since they had really looked at one another - different people almost as they were - the younger nation still managed to make something inside England flutter with an almost forgotten happiness.
The young man he had once raised leant down and slung one of UK’s weakened arms around his neck, hoisting the tired adult to his feet. UK swayed unsteadily and America was surprisingly patient as the thick eyebrowed man took one pitifully small step after the other towards safe haven.
One bad knee buckled and UK pitched sideways, eyes squeezed shut for the jarring impact of cold, muddy ground.
It never came, and with a start UK cracked open his pain-hazed green eyes to realize America had whisked him up with no trouble, carrying the beaten man the rest of the way.
And… with America’s strong, able arms wrapped around his beaten body, his scratched and bloody face pressed with sweet relief against a warm shoulder - it was then… that UK realized the man now ceased to be his fledgling settlement, his proud colony… his upstart America.
He had become his own nation.
And UK no longer had the right in calling that powerful man his.
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Heartbreak was a funny thing. He had managed to go decades without thinking on the painful wound that was USA, and now, back together as allies - seeing each other everyday - he felt the long familiar ache with a clarity that could only be muddled away with a big bottle of liquor.
UK sighed and shooed a fairy from the world conference room.
‘Idiot. He’ll never learn!’ The tousle-haired man thought as USA spouted some new harebrained proposal during the meeting.
‘Honestly, where the bloody hell do you get these ideas?’ The British nation raged with exasperation as America sat back down beside him.
‘You don’t have to sound so mean.’
‘I’m not being mean, I’m merely trying to progress you! You wait to say something competent until it’s too late!’
‘I’m already the best. But anyway,’ America pursed his lips, eyes squinted behind his glasses. ‘I thought you used to hate me?’ He grinned and poked at the shorter nation’s shoulder.
And, it was then that UK felt a strange blush form on his cheeks for the first time. Because he realized, it was anything but hate he felt for the other man… Inexplicably embarrassed, he paused, and couldn’t help but wonder if his feelings had somehow been repaired after all, put back together in a different way…
And ocean stood between them, but never had the waters run so deep.
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