Before this happened (America x England; PAFP; Semi-advanced; England needed)

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    Okay, I ship this A LOT and they are just perfect for each other c: America x England


    America's problem: The economy is failing from all the natural disasters and the government is also failing. With sleepless and stressful nights, Alfred has to juggle the fact that he needs help and that he isn't the hero he thought he was.


    England's problem: England might be plummeting into war by the Axis and to make things worse, Arthur has to ask for help from non other than Alfred.


    The whole plot: Alfred and Arthur have decided to work together to fix each other's problems. But the bad thing is, they have feelings for each other. They confess soon enough and promise to keep each other safe. When the time for war comes around, they realize that the promise might be very hard to keep.


    I play Alfred :3

    [sup][color=black]ohhhh, my, this sounds interesting. my friend tells me I play a good England, which makes no sense cuz I can't play him for shit LOL but I will take her word for it. So... Can we start? :3


    I know I don't look advanced, but I am, don't worry :3

    Okay, I'll start :3


    Ic; Alfred yawned, leaning against the counter tiredly. The nights were bumming him out and the economy wasn't doing any better. He rubbed his eyes and glanced around wearily, replaying everything that had happened in the past few days. Lots of paperwork and owed money... Alfred groaned and sunk to the ground.England was supposed to come any minute.

    [sup][color=black]since it is raining here I am making it rain there. CX


    England let a puff of air release from his lips in displeasure as his blonde hair stuck to his forehead and in front of his eyes. The rain was pouring down at a fast rate, and he lifted his hand to push his bangs out of his face, at which the water droplets receded down from his hairline. They dropped from his strands and they were caught in his blonde eyelashes. Why the bloody hell hadn't Alfred told him it was going to poor buckets tonight? He wrinkled his nose angrily as he knocked on his ex-colony's door, alerting he was here. He'd better hurry... His clothes were sticking to his skin, creating an extreme feeling of uncomfortableness befall the older nation.

    ooc; its snowing (again) where i live c:


    ic: Alfred heard the knock on the door and stood up, making his way over to the entrance. His hair was a mess and his blue eyes were dull, echoing what was happening to the country. He opened the door and saw England there in the rain. "Sorry, I didn't know it would rain that hard..." He apologized, leaning against the doorframe but far enough to let England come in.

    [sup][color=black]England was ready to greet the young nation with an insult, but as soon as he opened the door he couldn't help but feel sympathy swell in his heart for him. He wasn't stupid; he knew what America's economy was going through, and having a overall negative effect the nation himself. He, himself was feeling a bit weary; the Axis' were on his heels about starting a war. It put a lot of pressure on him, but he was sure America was much worse. So he shut his mouth, sighed, and stepped inside the house with a simple, "Hello, Alfred."

    "What? No insult?" Alfred joked, closing the door behind him. The whole house was a jumbled mess, paperwork here and there and the occasional bills lying around. "I was going to clean it up but- nevermind, sit anywhere you want." Alfred gestured to a few empty places, including the couch. He himself sat down on the couch but made room for England. "How's the war going? Everything okay?" Alfred asked, suddenly worried for England.

    [sup][color=black]Arthur was disgusted by the mess, but thought better than to say anything. The only space that was big enough to sit on was the... One next to Alfred. Awkwardly, England sat down next to America, only to be bombarded with questions. "Slow down..." He murmured, putting up a hand. "What is happening to me is none of your concern; the question is, how are you faring?"

    "Oh um...everything's going great." Alfred lied, hugging his knees to his chest tightly. He was quiet for a few minutes but then everything came spilling out, "I lied, nothings going great. I have to face millions of paperwork a day and everyone's mad at me! I can't sleep at all! I haven't been this scared since 9/11! And if I have to work with anymore bills, I'll tear my hair out!" Alfred took a deep breath just to realize that he was shaking with stress. "But that's nothing that bad..." He said softly.

    [sup][color=black]England listened intently to America's troubles. He wanted to comfort him, but was unsure how to go about it. "So strong for one so young..." He sighed softly. America had been growing into a superpower by the decades; much too fast for someone like him. But what Alfred said next startled him even more. "Nothing much?" He echoed. "That's ludicrous..." He breathed, then looked away. He wanted to help him, but England knew better in fear of hurting the country's pride. He needed help from America; his strong military to aid him in the upcoming war the Axis' seemed so intent on creating.

    America gulped, knowing that he couldn't do this alone. Then again, America didn't want to show weakness. But he had to ask for help or else his country would die. He would have to beg or something... "England, I admit it! I need help and you seem like the perfect person! Please, I'll do anything for you! Just please help my country!" He begged, going on his,knees to show that he was serious.

    [sup][color=black]England watched with wide eyes as Alfred literally sat on his knees and begged him to help. Why was he begging? "Dear boy..." He sighed. "Just a request of help would suffice." He knew very well that he needed help in the war, but he was unsure how to ask America. He definitely didn't want to beg; and the poor country was already going through much himself. It seemed... Unrealistic, to ask for such help when he was suffering in this way. "I will help you."

    Alfred finally smiled but then he grew serious. "Really? Should I do anything for you? Help doesn't come very easily..." It was true, for Alfred could do something to help England. It was war and allies should help other allies. "I'd do anything, I swear!"


    ooc; sorry for the short post, I have to go to bed c:

    [sup][color=black]oh, don't worry, it's fine. :3


    England began to have a mental debate on whether he should take advantage of this situation or not. It seemed wrong. But his instincts were screaming at him to say yes; to help his people. Of course the Englishman loved his people very much, but the compassionate side of him was saying to just keep going. He didn't need America's help. He bit his lip, then let it go, replying, "No, America. Do you really think I'll take advantage of you when you're in this kind of state?"


    Don't worry, he'll ask for help soon~

    America still looked unsure but he nodded in understanding. If that was what England wanted, he would have to respect that choice. Alfred stood up only to sit back down, breathing a small sigh of relief. His country would get help but Alfred had to break his pride for that to happen. "Thanks England..." He said, smiling gratefully. Alfred knew that this choice would be the difference between life or death and he was glad to have England on his side.

    [sup][color=black]Arthur gave a simple nod, still a bit unsure about his decision. But he simply offered a light smile and managed to say, "You're welcome, Alfred."


    Sorry for short post :c

    ooc; Its okay c:


    ic; Alfred grinned happily, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. But even as they spoke, the country was falling apart. Even though it was, a spark of hope was there. The young man stood up, gathering a few papers out of millions. He glanced over at England and smiled in an immature way. "You can do anything you want here, I just need to get everything done before the officials come after me!" After that was said, America paused and sat back down. "Unless you want some company. I don't want to leave you alone. It'll be lonely and sad."

    [sup][color=black]England sighed softly, sharing the same thoughts that people were dying at this very minute, and other things he would rather not get into. He looked up at America as he said, "If you need to get things done, get them done. Don't worry about me..." He sat back on the couch, his hands settling calmly in his lap. He wanted Alfred to stay, he didn't like being alone, but he also didn't want to stop the younger nation from getting any work done. Arthur added, "If you need help, tell me." That's what he was here for, right?


    Wait, is England in the war right now? I'm a bit confused x3

    ooc; I guess it is the far beginning or middle of the war xD


    ic; America smiled but sat down beside him. "I'll work here so you won't be alone." He started with the first paper and was stumped. "Who decided that the taxes would be this high?" He muttered, instantly awed. He had no idea what the government was thinking but then again, he had to go with it. Already the math was giving him a headache but being one not to admit weakness, Alfred ignored it and began adding the numbers up. He finished about five of them before he sighed and put down his pencil. "I can't do this..."

    [sup][color=black]England was staring ahead at the wall patiently until he heard Alfred admit he couldn't do it. He frowned, then peeked over the country's shoulder to see what he was doing. "Taxes, hm?" He mused quietly, though a bitter tone was laced inside his voice. "Do you need help?" He asked cautiously, knowing America was not the one to show weakness. But he wanted to let him know that he would help him in his time of need whether he liked it or not. He took the pencil from Alfred's grip softly, leaning over his shoulder as he demonstrated what to do in a slow, calm manner.