"Aw man. Hey, old geezer, we're lost again!"
"I told you to quit calling me that, you bloody git!"
America looked back at England with a sly grin. "Alright, whatever," he said, "but I'm serious. I don't see China or France or anyone anywhere, dude." He looked all around himself, only seeing trees and plants, and more trees, and the occasional bush.
"Well that's just great. I'm stuck out here with you then." Stopping and leaning against a tree, England sighed. He caught America's gaze once more.
"Ay, don't sound so excited," said America sarcastically. He stopped as well and sat down on the ground next to England.
"Don’t worry, I'm everything but excited," England replied, closing his eyes and resting his arms behind his head.
America's eyes flew wide open. "Wait, if we're stuck out here then I won't get to eat anything until we find a way out!"
"You'll survive."
"No, I don’t think I will!"
"Don’t be such a wanker!" England opened his eyes and rolled them. He watched as America yawned. Then America, deliberately, picked up a stick and hit England's leg with it as hard as he could. England cried out and hit him back with his hand. "You bloody idiot, what was that for?!"
"I'm trying to cure my boredom," laughed America.
England grabbed the fur part of his jacket and pulled him up. "Come on," he said, "lets walk and find a way out."
"Ugh, I don't wanna do that."
"Quit being lazy."
He dragged America along until he began to walk by himself. As he pushed England's hand away from him, he looked up at the sky. He spotted an eagle flying, so he pointed up at it. "Hey, England, look up at that."
England looked up at his command, and saw the eagle. "Yeah, so?" He shrugged it off.
America chuckled. "That eagle probably knows the way out of this forest. Because he's free out there." The grin that was once on his lips was replaced with thoughtful calmness. "Except he probably has another eagle to get to."
"America, are you trying to get something across to me?" England looked at him, but he was still watching the eagle as it flew away.
"Hmm? Oh, no. Nothing." Then America's mind began to wander. He pointed his gaze ahead, pulling at his gloves nervously. "But what if that eagle was selfish, and he decided that he wanted to be on his own? What if he made a stupid decision?"
"Now you're making wild assumptions about a stupid eagle--"
"Engwand?" As he widened his eyes, America felt himself turn deep red.
England raised his eyebrows. "Wh--What did you just call me?"
"England. I meant...England..." America stopped walking. England stopped as well. "I'm sorry, England."
"F--For what?"
"For ever wanting to be independent." America bit his lower lip strongly. "I was being selfish, wasn't I?"
England just stared at him, trying to speak. "America, don't be stupid--"
"I kinda regret it, ya know? I kinda wish I never fought with you over something as stupid as..." America made a small smirk. "Maybe then I'd have someone important to get to, like that eagle."
“America,” England said, softly intertwining his fingers with America’s, “what if that eagle is independent? Maybe he’s better off that way, maybe he was meant to be alone.”
“Nobody likes to be alone, though, dude.” America sighed. “Maybe he just thought that that was what he wanted.” He pulled his fingers away from England’s. When he saw the tears in England’s eyes, he turned and began to run. England called his name, but he kept running.
“America!”
England tripped and stumbled over rocks, trying to find America. He’d been looking for an hour already, and he was nowhere to be found. When he was just about to give up, he saw America sitting on a high tree limb. “America,” he called, “I want to talk you.”
Startled by his voice, America sharply turned back to see him. He, catching himself from falling to the ground, called back, “What?” He watched England run over to him.
As America grabbed England’s hand and pulled him up next to him, England sighed. He swung his feet back and forth through the air, asking, “Why did you run away from me?”
“I didn’t wanna see you cry.” America clenched his fists, gazing off at nothing. “The only other time I saw you cry was because of me--”
His words were interrupted because England was pulling him into a tight hug. He gripped America’s jacket tightly. “A-America,” he said, tears springing to his eyes again, “you didn’t need to apologize like you did before. That was a long time ago, I learned to get over it.”
America held him back, replying, “I didn’t, though. It’s been bothering me for so long.” He buried his face into England’s neck. Silence fell upon them as England gripped his coat tighter. America looked up at him and saw the tears pouring down his cheeks. “E--England, don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”
“America--”
“Shh. Just don’t.” America didn’t notice the tears in his own eyes until they were streaming down his face.
Suddenly, England said, “I should be the one saying sorry. I drove you away.” He let go of America, then connected his eyes with his. “I never wanted you to go, because I…I love you.”
“You--You what?”
“I…love you, America.” He took America’s head in his hands and captured his lips with his. He closed his eyes and America kissed him back softly, pulling him closer. “I should’ve never let go of your hand…” England kissed him deeper, more passionately. America’s hands were now resting against England’s waist, sliding up to his hair as he pulled back to breathe.
“America? England?” called a familiar voice.
Both England and America looked down to see who was calling them. They saw France running towards them. “That’s where you two were!”
America wiped his tears onto his jacket sleeve, then hopped off of the tree. He said to England, “Come on, England, let’s go now.” He grinned widely, watching England wipe his tears away.
Taking a deep breath, England jumped from the tree. He landed wrong, making a sound of pain. America made a worried face and picked him up on his back. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah…just fine.” England nuzzled America’s neck as America began to follow France. The sun was just starting to set, England noticed. He watched his tears fall onto the back of America’s neck.
America said, “Hey, are you drooling on my neck?!”
“N-No, they’re tears, America!”
“Agh, you old geezer.”
“I told you to quit calling me that!”
Hey, first of all I want to thank you for writing such an amazing Hetalia fanfic. I like how you explored America's and England's unique, complex relationship. You have good grammar and spelling as well and even though the symbolism with the eagle was quite obvious it was still a nice idea.
However in my opinion there were a couple loose ends in your story.
For example : What were they doing in the forest before they got lost? Or why were China and France there? I think it wasn't really necessary to put them in their. It would have been just as good of a story without them... Oh, and I didn't quite got the “Engwand” thing, but that might have been just me though.
That being said, I would love to read more of your work. You got yourself a follower.
Keep it up “ Awesome” !
Oh I got the "Engwand" thing. I think it was supposed to be like what America would have called him when he was younger.
At one point I thought I was offended... but then I was laughing. I'm not even sure how to go about reviewing this strange and wonderful story. It was an interesting theme, no doubt. It rather boldly challenged all my assumptions about Anglo-American relations for the past 400 years.
I do wonder, though, just how lonely the U.K and U.S.A can be, what with the 'U' and all. But you've taken a rather bloody fight for freedom and equated it with the breakdown of a relationship, which was a clever narrative device actually.
Your dialogue is well written, even though there's quite a lot of it, though I was thinking that you were missing some exposition. They mention that they're waiting for something, though It's never said what, and why France, China etc are going. I like to think it's a beach afterparty for G20. Well done though, I found this very enjoyable to read and review. Keep it up!
I love this. Mostly because its Hetalia related and the grammar is almost perfect. I almost want to say that its plagiarized but It's not because I searched Google and only this came up. Fantastic work. I like this.
Haha! I loved this! This is just great. Your grammar and stuff seems to be pretty perfect but wow, I love this idea. I started reading and was like huh, where is this going to go? But then I caught on to what you were doing and I just loved it. It was just perfect. Short, sweet and pretty much everyone would understand what you were trying to do with this.
I don't even have any words of criticism. I pretty much liked it. A lot.
Kasim.