Note:

Listen to the music as you read, it really sets a good mood for the beginning scene.

Narrator's POV

Water was everywhere you looked; running down the streets and sidewalks, dribbling down the glass windows of shops, sliding off umbrellas, and soaking people to the bone.

'Almost like the sky is crying...'  One man mused as he sat in the back of a tucked away bar, looking out a small window where he could see the rain falling.

With a sigh, the man turned his eyes towards the glass set before him, containing a liquid he was all too familiar with;

'Liquor,'  He thought with a dry chuckle, lifting the glass up.  He turned it as he watched the liquid and the ice sparkle in the dim lighting of the bar, like gems.

'Here's to you liquor old chap, my sole companion who's never failed me.'  The blond thought sarcastically as he took a drink, savoring the burning sensation in his throat as the scotch went smoothly down, like the jazz being played in the bar by a live band.  The blond set the empty glass down as a waiter came over.

"Care for another round Arthur?"  He asked.  The blond, Arthur nodded, not breaking his gaze away from the window.

"Bring the bottle too."  Arthur said.  The waiter nodded and hurried off to the bartender.  Arthur just sat by and waited as he overhead a nearby duo chatting while grabbing their coats.

"-Rain hasn't been letting up,"  One observed.  His companion nodded.

"Aye, it's been gettin' worse and worse."  The other said.

"Yep, maybe it's a sign that your love life is ruined."  The first one joked as his companion laughed along with him.  Arthur just gazed down at the glass set before him by the waiter.  Once the laughing duo were gone, Arthur took a hold of his glass.

"'Love life being ruined'?  Hmf."  Arthur muttered to himself as he leaned back, taking a sip of the bronze liquid.  "I can't believe even gits like him are able to see it too."  Arthur grumbled angrily to himself.

"Calm down Arthur old chap,"  Arthur said to himself as he tried relaxing back on the leather seat, turning his gaze to the wet world out the window.  "Losing my bloody temper will just cause this bloody storm to get worse."  He mumbled as he took another sip of his drink.

'That's it Arthur, just do what you've always bloody done when you felt like this,'  Arthur told himself as he reached over to the full bottle of scotch and poured the liquid into the his empty glass, taking the time to appreciate the sparkle.

'Almost as much as his eyes did...'  Arthur thought with a far off look in his eyes till he shook his head.

"No bloody point in thinking about him anymore..."  Arthur said with a sigh now watching drops of water drip down the window's glass.

"... Where...?  ...Where did we go wrong...? ... America..."  Arthur said as he slowly sipped the painful liquid.

'You know that answer already Arthur.'  The voice in the back of his head said.

---------------- Flashback to a Few Months Ago ---------------

As of the past few years, Arthur and Alfred had been dating, but lately there seemed to be a divide between them as fights happened more and more often while the time it took to fixed them increased.

"-And where the bloody hell were you?!"  Arthur yelled as he watched the american walk into the living room at 12 am.  Alfred gave him a his usual look.

"I was out being the Hero!"  Alfred said as Arthur snorted.  Alfred raised an eyebrow.

"Artie what's with you?  You don't think I could be a hero?"  Alfred asked, some of his happiness draining away.  Arthur huffed.

"Nothing except I was waiting for you to come back so that we could go on that date you promised but said person was 6 hours late and sent no text or called or-"

"Yeah sorry dude, something came up."  Alfred said, averting his gaze.  Arthur was beginning to lose his temper.

"Something came up and you couldn't even call or bloody text me to let me know so I don't wait here thinking that some bloody accident happened and-"

"Hey!"  Alfred said, cutting him off.  "Geez I was late to one date and-"

"It wasn't one bloody date Alfred!"  Arthur said, standing from his chair and crossing his arms.  "The last one and the time before that and the bloody time before that and so on and so forth.  We haven't even seen each other much for the past few bloody months, never mind going on a proper date!"

"Oh yeah!"  Alfred said, anger rising up.  "Maybe it's cause you always act like an ass to me!"

"Oh really!"  Arthur countered.  "Maybe it's because you keep coming back smelling of perfumes and colognes!"  Alfred was taken aback but replied.

"At least I don't go out and drink all night long!"

"But I certainly let you bloody know what I'm doing!"  Arthur said, breaking Alfred's temper.

"Yeah but at least I don't drive people away by being a total distrusting, drunk ass of a loner who swears and hasn't got a good thing about him!"  Alfred yelled before he realized what he said.  He covered his mouth as his eyes widened with realization.

As for Arthur, he was stunned, his mouth agape, eyes wide.  The words that he had been told all his life by others and even by himself were painful.  But to hear them from Alfred, the only one who's ever really been around, the only one Arthur has ever opened his heart to, it felt like a knife had just stabbed him in the chest.

As Arthur felt tears welling up in his eyes, he turned and began to walk away.  Alfred reached his hand out.

"Artie-"

"No,"  Arthur said curtly, making Alfred stop his arm in midair.  "No, you're right, America."  Arthur said in a hurt voice, trying to hold in the sobs.  Alfred cringed at hearing Arthur say his country name instead of his human one.

"Ar-"

"That's England."  Arthur said, still trying to hold the hurt in.  Alfred felt pain run through him as Arthur walked into the guest room and shut the door, locking it.  And all Alfred could do was just stand there helplessly.

-------------- Back to Present ----------------

"Wonder how much I bloody cried that night,"  Arthur thought aloud as he looked up at the tiled ceiling.  He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breathe.

"It was for the best Arthur, you know that."  He told himself as he remembered what he had done next.

-------------- Flashback to a Few Months Ago ----------------

All night Arthur had been curled up in the guest room, sobbing quietly.  But after hours and hours of crying, Flying Mint Bunny [FMB] came.

"Come on Arthur,"  FMB said.  "I think it's time you end this relationship and head home."

"Where is home?"  Arthur croaked in a hoarse voice.  FMB patted his shoulder.

"Why it's in England of course, where all the bad stuff like America can't follow you."  FMB said, trying to cheer Arthur up.  Arthur sat up slowly and nodded.

"Y-yeah, home's in England."  He repeated, trying to convince himself.  FMB nodded.

"Yeah!  That's it, you got it!"  He exclaimed happily.  Arthur gave a small smile.

"Yes, that's where I have to go."  Arthur said.  He then looked up at FMB.  "But how do I get there?"  He asked, sounding like a lost child.  FMB flew over to Arthur's laptop.

"Just go online, buy a plane ticket for a flight leaving tomorrow.  Then order a cab to come pick you up and take you."  FMB said.  Arthur nodded but then shook his head.

"But what about Al-America?"  Arthur said, feeling like America would do something to stop him.

"Just stay here till he leaves tomorrow and leave or just sneak out the window!"  FMB stated.  He then flew towards the window and pointed to down the street.  "Just have the cab pick you up over there."  Arthur looked and nodded before heading over to the laptop, getting to work.

--------------- Skipping Forward A Few Hours ---------------

America had left, Arthur not even coming out of the guest room to say goodbye.  Once America was gone for sure, Arthur hurried and collected the last of his things that he needed.  He then wrote a small note to America.

'Dear America,

You're right, it is my fault, I'm where we went wrong.  I just push everyone away and there isn't a good quality about me.  To hear you say the things others, including myself, have said to me, opened my eyes.  As such I think it is best we end this game of pain known as a relationship.

I truly hope you find happiness with someone more deserving.

Sincerely,
The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

PS.  Do not worry, you won't have to hear from this distrusting, drunk ass of a loner ever again.  I'll keep my distance.'

With shaky hands Arthur placed the note down on the kitchen table in plain sight along with a necklace America had given him, before hurrying out the door to the awaiting cab.

Arthur was barely aware of the changing scenery as the cab moved on till it finally reached the airport where he checked in the single suitcase and carried his carry on and briefcase with him to the terminal.

Just as he was boarding the plane, his phone began vibrating.  He looked down and saw who it was;  America.

Arthur immediately ignored the call, and then blocked the number, before shutting his phone down all together and getting on the awaiting plane, the plane home.

-------------- Back to Present ----------------

Arthur sighed as he stared at his nearly empty glass of scotch.

'I went to so much bloody trouble to cut him off once I got back.'  He thought, remembering having to block Alfred's emails, marking them as spam, and it got the point where Arthur had to change his email all together.  The Brit even had to get a new phone number so he wouldn't have to deal with every message Alfred sent.

Heck the Brit even pulled some strings to have the government change the streets of his residences all throughout England so he didn't receive anymore mail from Alfred.  But thankfully his government agreed to do so, considering they too thought the relationship would end in tears like so many others did.

'If only I had listened to the others... then I'd be spared the pain...'  Arthur thought with a sigh as he took money from his wallet and payed for his drinks before getting up and heading over to the coat room.  He grabbed his gray trench coat and black umbrella, along with a simple hat.

He put his coat on, raising the collar as he placed the hat on.  He nodded to the bartender and walked out the back door, opening his umbrella, becoming one of the people walking down streets, not even glancing back at the bar entrance where a blond with glasses, soaked with only his bomber jacket for protection, dashed into the bar, searching for someone.

No, Arthur walked on with the sea of people, disappearing into London as the disheveled blond ran back out, looking around before looking down in defeat.

The disheveled blond unconsciously slid his hand into his pocket of his signature jacket, pulling out the necklace he had found with a note, a note that broke his heart.

"Arthur... you're wrong..."  He whispered to the rain as a hand went into his other pocket.  "You weren't where we went wrong... I was..."  He said as he withdrew his hand and opened it to reveal a small box.

And so the american stood there, tears being swallowed in the rain, just as the love of his life had been swallowed by the sea known as London.

~Fin~