Sticks and Stones

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||| Sticks and sticks may break my bones, but words can hurt the most ||| He wished more than anything to go back, and take back those acursed words. He wanted nothing more than to show America that he was sorry, and no matter what, he was willing to make up for it, regardless of how long it took. But the question was, would America even accept his apology? Is there more to this than meets the eye? AmeriPan Friendship. No Pairings. Includes some wonderful scenes with Japan. This will focus on the family bond of America, England, Canada, and France. Hope you likey.

Foreword

Story: Sticks and Stones 1 - To Change the Past

Summary: He wished more than anything to go back, and take back his words. He wanted nothing more than to show America that he was sorry, and no matter what, he was willing make up for it, regardless of how long it took. But the question was, would America accept his apology, and is there more to this than meets the eye? Not UsUk.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia...

This is based off my Original saying based off of 'Sticks and Stones'

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can hurt the most.


"Conceited!"

"I am not conceited. You're just obnoxious, and reckless!"

"What the hell do you know!? You're just a prick, along with with everyone else, who's just there to judge and me for every mistake I make, when I'm only trying to be me. You're just a damn stick-in-the-!"

"I told you before, all you are to me is just a damn idiot, so get the bloody hell out of my face!"

"At least I can cook! At least I can do something right, rather than insulting everyone I know!"

It was a typical world meeting, and as usual, nothing was getting done. Aside from Russia setting on Canada, France being a ert, Romano griping about Spain, Italy going on about Pasta, Greece sleeping through it all, and Germany quickly losing his patience, there was America and England. They normally didn't bicker this much, but ever since a certain comment regarding America's eating habits was made, everything went downhill, and at this point, their argument was beginning to get out of hand.

England clenched his fist. He didn't know why America was so irritable today. Normally, they would've already began the meeting by this point, but they were still at it.

The anger boiled within him. Whether he would admit it or not, he was touchy when it came to someone trashing his cooking. He already knew he wasn't good at it, but someone rubbing it in only made it worse, and the fact that this was America made it a lot worse.

Without thinking, he just shouted what came to mind.

"Fat !"

After seeing the pained look in the younger nation's eyes, he immediately regretted it. That's when he realized most everyone was suddenly watching them. He cursed, so badly wishing that he could take back what he'd just said. Slightly holding up a hand, he started to speak. "America, I-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, America looked away, tears evident in his eyes, as he abruptly left the room. The Brit let his hand fall to his side, before swallowing. His bangs fell in his face, shadowing his eyes.

He'd wanted to say he was sorry, but the damn words wouldn't come out at all. His lips remained shut. Why couldn't he speak? He wanted to go after him, and apologize for what he'd said, so why wouldn't his body move? Why couldn't he have just apologized? Was it because it was the truth, what he'd said? Even if it was, just as he was secretly sensitive to his cooking skills, he'd never once considered that America might be the same way in a different aspect.

America, he knew, had always been sort of evasive to questions regarding his weight, looks, and body structure, compared to others. He'd never really thought about it before, but now, he couldn't help but wonder if the American was actually really sensitive to that stuff, after all.

He was always fussing at him, and saying he needed to go on a diet, in thinking the boy didn't give a damn. He appeared to just blow it off as nothing, but sometimes, he had to admit, there's more to something than meets the eye. Could he have really been holding his true feelings back, while he just took their insults without much of a dispute to speak of? He couldn't help but wonder.

"Angleterre, You should go after Amerique, non?" France said, giving a look of worry.

Then it dawned on him. Why was he asking himself this stuff, when he should've been going after America. Truth was the last look in his eyes, before he'd left the room, worried the Brit. At that moment, he swore to himself that he would apologize no matter what this time, and make sure he knew it was sincere. He did care about America, regardless if he showed it or not.

With that, he left the World Meeting room to find America.

~ End of Chapter


A/N: What do you think?

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Mydailydoseoffantics
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Chapter 11: I loved it