“Even though you've done nothing but hurt me, thought nothing about anything except yourself, I still give a shit about you. I couldn't let you know that I spent every single fourth of July rolling about in agony. It's mainly my fault to begin with. I couldn't and I can't stop you from doing what you want, America. Even I know that.”
”I'm meant to be the Hero, aren't I?...”
“Arthur, but you don't---”
“--- But even if it isn't my responsibility any more, you.... you're still my family, no matter what you want to call me any more. And that does mean a duty, America. A duty that I follow, even if you've denied me all those years ago. I promised.”
”You can't always be the hero, even if you think you are.”
“I take that pain, even if you don't want me to. You're still family.”
”En... Engwand, you're.. MY hero!...”
“My brother.” Alfred found himself mouthing along with him. He stood there, stunned once again into silence. After a few minutes of both of them just staring at each other, the Briton seemed to get the point. He shuffled his jacket over his shoulders, adjusting the suitcase he was carrying beside him. He ran a hand through his hair.
“Now, If you don't mind, I have a plane to catch.”
“Arthur, I....”
He turned around.
“Yes?”
America gazed at him for the longest time, his expression muddled. He opened his mouth to speak, but resorted to sighing and looking away. England raised an eyebrow, hid his own expression behind a slight frown, before eventually turning away and leaving the other as he trundled down the corridor, disappearing from view.
Weep, Little Lion Man 5c/6
”I'm meant to be the Hero, aren't I?...”
“Arthur, but you don't---”
“--- But even if it isn't my responsibility any more, you.... you're still my family, no matter what you want to call me any more. And that does mean a duty, America. A duty that I follow, even if you've denied me all those years ago. I promised.”
”You can't always be the hero, even if you think you are.”
“I take that pain, even if you don't want me to. You're still family.”
”En... Engwand, you're.. MY hero!...”
“My brother.” Alfred found himself mouthing along with him. He stood there, stunned once again into silence. After a few minutes of both of them just staring at each other, the Briton seemed to get the point. He shuffled his jacket over his shoulders, adjusting the suitcase he was carrying beside him. He ran a hand through his hair.
“Now, If you don't mind, I have a plane to catch.”
“Arthur, I....”
He turned around.
“Yes?”
America gazed at him for the longest time, his expression muddled. He opened his mouth to speak, but resorted to sighing and looking away. England raised an eyebrow, hid his own expression behind a slight frown, before eventually turning away and leaving the other as he trundled down the corridor, disappearing from view.
Alfred whispered, alone.
“... Thank you...”
Nothing had changed.
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One more part to go!