mou ikkai, mou ikkai! one more time, one more time! [p, Willow]

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    America sat back in his chair with a wistful sigh, murmuring, "The most beautiful country I have ever laid eyes on..."

    England made a face. "Well, I don't care," He said giddily. "Why don't you throw a party or something?" He couldn't help but offer his little brother advice.

    America looked at his big brother with a questioning glance, confused. "Wow... This Seychelles girl has really got you all out of whack... First you're actually happy, then you're offering me advice?" Pausing for a moment, squinting at him, he whispered, "Who ARE you...?"

    America shook his head vigorously. "No no no, please! I was just surprised at your sudden hospitality... You only gave me that before that war..." He sank back in the chair, rubbing his temples to try to rid his mind of the many images from so long ago.

    omg i was reading an americaxyou fanfic and this is what it said:
    Hetalia Characters (c) (too lazy to remember author's name)
    You (c) Prussia xD


    England fell silent, looking away and shutting his eyes as if shutting off the memories. "Those were much better times..."

    Lol XD


    America sighed, leaning forward as his elbows propped onto his knees. He set his chin in his hands, a pained look on his face. He looked up to England, murmuring, "I... I'm sorry... For everything..."

    England sighed, looking back at America. Rarely was he ever this serious. "I'm sorry, too..." He didn't know what else to say. All he wanted was for them to stop yelling at each other. But that was the way it had to be. Right?

    America sighed, standing up, unable to keep from pacing. He said, "Well, thank you for the visit, England, but I'd like to be alone right now..." He began pushing his former partner to the door, saying, "Good day!"

    England frowned, their prior conversation forgotten as he shouted quickly shouted, "What the bloody hell, America? I say I'msorryandyoupushmeoutthedoorlikeI'm--" He said the last park quickly as the door shut behind him. "RUDE!"

    America breathed out an agitated sigh, slumping against the door. "Too many memories, so little time..." he murmured, returning to his chair slowly.


    I appeared behind England as he yelled at America's house, slightly confused and curious. I chirped, "Hi!"

    Wait... Mine or yours?


    I smiled. "I know! I just was walking by when I saw you shouting at America for being rude, which I can honestly understand..." I folded my hands behind my back, rocking back and forth on my feet.

    I nodded, frowning. "Very rude, indeed! Such uncivil behavior is unneeded. But..." I looked at him, adding, "He probably was overwhelmed by the apology and needed time to think it through?"

    England sucked in a deep breath, about to retort, but only replied, "I can say those assumptions are most likely correct..." He glanced at the door, feeling guilty now.

    I smiled softly, patting his arm as I said, "You can come with me if you want. I was gonna run to the grocery store..."

    I retracted my arm, sighing partly in disappointment and partly in relief. "Oh. Okay, then. I'll see you later!" I backed away a few steps, then turned and walked down the street.


    Timeskip to the tea party?