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[fanfic] oneshot, i'm on a roll this time
Ok, so this was written in the middle of the night, so it might possibly suck. you've been warned. Oh and btw, this has a happy ending, no matter what the title says (OMG Saina-chan writes happpy now?)
Title: of movies and sad endings
Rated: PG
Charcaters/Pairings: USUK
Summary: America shows a movie to England, and a discussion about the endings ends up in confession...
Warning: They discuss about the ending of the movie Hancock (spelling plz?), so if you never saw it you might wonder what the hell they're talking about. Or get a little bit spoiled. Also, beware of language.
Arthur took a last sip of tea before putting his empty cup in the sink. He stretched and with a yawn started climbing the elaborately carved staircase, heading to his room for a good night sleep.
Suddenly the front door yanked open.
“England, hey, where are you?” came the obnoxiously loud call from the entryway.
“Over here, you git. What do you want?” he sighed. America popped his blonde head into the room and grinned with a bit too much enthusiasm for this hour of the evening. “Hey there, what are you doing?”
“Going to sleep. Unlike some, I have work tomorrow.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.
“You’re going to sleep this early? God, you’re such an old man!” the other nation cheerfully replied, purposefully ignoring the last part of his comment.
He sighed wearily. “Anyway, Alfred, what are you doing here?”
“Hum? Oh yeah, I have this awesome new movie that just came out and I thought we could watch it together!” he beamed, producing a DVD case from God knew where. “It’s about that guy who’s a hero but he’s not very good at it and then he meets that other guy that tries to help him with his image…”
“Alfred…”
“But the other guy’s wife is also and hero and he doesn’t know it and…”
“ALFRED!”
“What?”
“Don’t tell me the story before I watch it, idiot!” he snapped.
“Oh, so that means you’ll watch it with me then?” the youth cheerfully stated/asked.
“No wait I never said that…!”
But America was already happily bouncing off to the living room. Not trusting him with the electronic devices (he could electrocute himself like the bloody moron that he was), England grumpily followed him.
*A few hours later*
America pressed ‘stop’ and turned to England, a wide grin plastered on his face.
“That was awesome, wasn’t it! I really outdid myself this time, right Arthur?”
“hum right” the other mumbled, not looking at him in the face. America didn’t notice right away that England was avoiding his gaze, instead going on rambling happily. He cut himself off after a little while, unnerved at the lack of answer.
“Hey Arthur, are you listening to me?” he frowned. The British mumbled something unclear again, while fishing around his pockets, determinedly not looking in his direction. Then he sniffled.
“Hey Arthur, are you crying?”
He flustered. “No I’m not!” After some more searching and another pathetic sniff, he resorted to lamely asking: “Hey, do you have some tissues or something? I seem to have gotten a bloody cold.”
But he still wasn’t looking at him so America grabbed his chin and forced his head up. Yup, these were tears.
“The hell are you crying for, you softy!” He teased. “The movie has a happy ending!”
“No, it doesn’t.” he stated softly.
Alfred frowned. “What do you mean? Everyone’s alive and happy!”
Arthur jerked his head away. “You don’t understand.”
“No I don’t!” He crossed his arms with a pout. “Explain to me why the hell you think this movie has an unhappy ending.”
“Because they can’t be together.” He explained. “Do you… do you have any idea how terribly painful it is to be in love with someone for goddam forever, and know that you’re just a burden and the person is better off without you? And to watch that person be free while you’re chained up with all those heavy feelings?” He turned to glare at him, his voice slowly raising. “Of course you don’t! You don’t understand how horrible sacrificing your feelings for the other’s sake can be! And how being happy without your most precious person means nothing at all! And…”
He cut himself off abruptly, blushed, and looked to the side. “…and in this movie, they know they’ll have to live with this suffering for all eternity.” He finished weakly.
Alfred just stared at him for a while, taken aback at his sudden outburst. ‘What the hell…’ he thought. And then, he slowly understood. He could be awfully dumb at times, but on that moment he had a flash of insight and he just knew. A heavy, unbearable feeling settled into his chest.
“Arthur…” he breathed, “Is that why you always look like you have a stick up your ass? Because you’re in love with someone you can never be with?”
The Englishman slowly turned to look at him, his eyes pained and full of anger and repressed tears. On an impulse, Alfred leaned down and captured his lips into a kiss. Arthur made to push him away but he captured his wrists.
“Please, Arthur” he begged, and his heart felt like it would explode. “Please let me replace that person, whoever may be.”
England gasped, then slapped him. Hard. It stung, but America knew he had probably deserved it.
“I…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, please Arthur…” he begged, but the older man didn’t listen to him, instead smacking him over and over again.
“America… bloody… git!... IDIOT! Damn, stupid… idiot!”
He climbed on him, and Alfred closed his eyes shut and braced himself for what was to come. He mentally kicked himself into next week. He was such a heartless moron! He wondered what had gotten into himself to just go and say something so stupid! He was probably going to lose the only person he truly cared for now, and he could only blame himself. Surely whatever injury the furious man would inflict on him couldn’t hurt as much as his heart did at the sheer thought of losing him…
Whatever America had thought England would do to him, he certainly hadn’t been expecting this. Arthur had pulled him into a fervent kiss. He gasped, and the other man used the opening to slide his tongue into his mouth and nibble his bottom lip and oh god! This time he was the one to push away.
“A…Arthur!” he knew he had to be blushing furiously, what with England looking at him with such intensity. He swallowed. “I… I thought you hated me?”
The nation let out a hollow laugh and buried his face into his former colony’s neck. “You’re such a bloody moron, America.” He whispered. “I’ve been in love with you since the beginning.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I thought you hated me.” Was the croaked answer.
“I thought you hated me!” America brought his arms up around the thin frame over him and squeezed as much as de dared. He shut his eyes and tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. “Dammit England, I love you so damn much!”
There. He said it.
Arthur left out a bitter laugh, somewhat muffled by Alfred’s shirt. “Then we’re both bloody morons.”
The youth hold him tighter. Now that he had found him, he wasn’t about to let go.
“I knew watching that movie was a good idea.”
.************AN: ok, so you guys are probably thinking: That movie has a sad ending? Well, it all depends on what pairing you were rooting for... And no, I don't think Engkand would have liked that movie. <s>There's too much american weird humor in there</s>
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I love the way UK keeps swearing and saying "bloody this, bloody that" XD
And I love YOU for writing this =3= chuuuuuuuu <3
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Lol I might have overused the word "bloody" while writing that, but it was past eleven pm and I was bloody tired so...
I luv you too! *chuu*
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At least they get a happy ending 8D *cheers*
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though I'm glad I'm not the only one who thought that movie had a sad endingwell, couldn't leave it on a sad note now, could I?
well technically I could have but I've written a lot of angst this past week so I thought I could give them a happy ending for onceno subject
...America can be so blunt sometimes
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thank you! ^^