The Beautiful World (Hetalia Oneshots)

One Number Away/America

Song: One Number Away
Luke Combs

Character:America/Alfred F Jones
Warnings: None

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I wiped my eyes on the back on my hand, smearing the salty tears across my cheek as I recalled the harsh words Alfred and I exchanged. I wasn't crying because it was over, I was crying because I let it fall apart.

***

"I get it Al," I ground my teeth in anger. "I know it isn't natural for a country to love a normal person. But you could at least break it off before chasing after one of the damn girls of your kind"

Al's face flushed, "I never 'chased' after anyone"

"Fucking liar!" I screamed punching his chest as tears lined my eyes, "don't pretend I don't see the way you act toward them! How you look at them! Your 'business' calls filled with flirting!"

Alfred caught my arms easily, "calm down"

I struggled against him," Disloyal bastard!" I cried "I trusted you!"

Hot tears told down my face as I tried to pry away from Al's hold, "I fucking hate you!"

This seemed to break the American. He push me onto the couch roughly.

"Fine," he scowled," if in such a horrible lover then it's over"

Sobbed on the couch holding my sore wrists as Alfred scowled down at me.

"If it makes you ever so happy, then in leaving and not coming back this time"

"Good!"

He scoffed, his blue eyes cold and harsh, "Can't believe I had actually thought we could've worked. Your so pathetic.Maybe I should have left you for one of my kind"

***

Are you sitting at home all alone trying to fall asleep?
Are you staring a hole through your phone praying that it rings?
Are you watching a movie that you've seen a thousand times?
Maybe playing some Mayer getting lost in your favorite lines?

I nuzzled my face into my pillow the last of my sobs muffled by the fabric that held a familiar fading scent. A scent I craved. The scent that I wish I could inhale from its owner...Alfred's scent...and soon enough it would be gone just like him.

I know its my fault we're over....I know that I drove him away. But I can't help but trace the outline of my cellphone with my finger. Typically when we had a fight Al would call, or at least text to ask me to come over. Then we would make up. But it's been almost a week and he hasn't even reached out...then again neither did I.

But I kept staring at that damn phone waiting on the call I knew want coming...I had officially fucked up this time, there was no fixing this...

I had lost my hero....

I had tried watching movies, and listening to music. But nothing seems to get him out of my head...I couldn't hardly sleep because I wanted to be awake when he called...it was making me crazy...I just want him here...
I want my here to save me again...