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Bitter Coffee & Sweet Tea America is tired today. As America sleeps in his bed through the early morning of August, he couldn't wake himself to get ready for work. America was however lucky as he drools from his mouth to his pillow that he set up an alarm to wake him before he's late for work…yet again. The large, extremely messy bedroom is covered with massive posters of superheroes such as Batman and Robin on the walls and clothes everywhere lay on the floor in a mess as the sun shines the whole room. Beep, beep, beep! America lazily reaches the alarm button from his on top of his drawer and hits the button to shut the long, agoni

It’s been about two…to probably a little over that many years… There’s a boy at my school…whom I guess you could say I’ve…fallen in love with… At first, I just admired him, I thought he was the best and the nicest and just…the most wonderful person…his name is Alfred F. Jones.. But then one day…I…found out that the feelings I had…were a lot stronger than admiration… I wanted to tell him how much I admired him but…heh, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it… Till one day I saw that he was feeling a bit down, and he continued t

March 5th, 1946 It was cold. At least it was to Amelia F. Jones, personification of the United States of America. But then again, ever since the end of the war, and ever since Ivan and his Soviet cronies had decided to rear their ugly heads in a rather dark direction, Amelia couldn't shake the chilling sensation that lingered within the very air that she breathed, and every step that she took. She knew that there was no going back. She couldn't poke her head into Europe's affairs and then pretend that she had absolutely nothing to do with it like she did after the first war. An isolationist policy would no longer be accepted by the other n

"Love what would you like for supper?" Arthur called to Alfred from their small apartment kitchen as he rummaged through the refrigerator to see what they had. When there was no response the Brit closed the fridge and walked into the living room. "Alfred what would you like to eat?" the sandy blonde asked a second time as he gazed at the back of the American's head. Still the younger man did not respond. All his attention completely locked into the video game he was playing. Extremely irritated the green eyed man bristled and glared daggers at his lover. The slender man cocked his narrow, khaki clad hips and crossed his bare slender arms ove

It was now junior year and Arthur had changed greatly, he had piercings littering his face, he had taken up smoking, though he kept his grades up, he promised his mother when she was in the hospital, sick with influenza that he would make sure he wouldn't let them drop. He walked into his science class and looked at the seating chart. He scowled deeply, “fuck...” He shook his head, the chart had Alfred's name right next to his. He sighed and went to sit, waiting for the class to start. A few minutes before the bell rang he heard a loud commotion outside. “Fuck...” He swore again. Alfred opened the door and all the oth

Why does no one love me...? England always thought to himself. But the was much before America came into his life. They both loved each other, but it was the wrong kind of love. It was brotherly love, and England wanted to be so much more than a brother to America. He wanted to be the one that always there for him. The one he always could count on to cheer him up. The one that he loved... Forever and always... But America left, and England was forced to just try to maybe forget about his thoughts of when he wanted from America. The thoughts of love... ..... England looks at all the ingredients he has spread across the table in his basement. H

Chapter 23 ---------------------------------------------- Sorry if I miss any accent things, I’ve not written down accents lately so I might mess up @_@ ---------------------------------------------- “… She’ll hold your hand and burn you bridges one by one, Open up your eyes and you might see what you’ve become, She’ll drag you down, There’s still some time to run and I hope you do, Really hope you… I hope you’ll come back some time soon…” [1] As the last chord of Arthur’s guitar faded away the radio DJ began to talk again. “Thank you, Rockin’ Awesome

"Arthur" ------------------------ Alfred had been seated in a coffee shop, aside the window next to the big main street, sipping on his freshly made latte when he had seen him across the street. The American boy didn’t know why or how, but for some reason his eyes were pulled towards the other. He couldn’t help but continue staring as the other stood on the pavement, back facing the opposite wall, guitar loosely around his shoulders. In general Alfred didn’t think of himself as a creeper of any sorts or one to look at others a lot; to be honest he had never really looked at anyone like this before. People were fun to loo