I had to split this into two, it was so LONG.
Title: Floriography: The Language of Flowers (4.7a/4.7)
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not my creation.
Pairing: America × England
Summary: England has decided to let go, and that terrifies the crap out of America. He just doesn’t know what to do, or what the hell this exactly means for both of them.
Author’s notes: The last two parts of The Truest Language. Because it got too big for one post, wtf. Thank you so much to those who stuck by me until the very end. This is also the very first multi-chaptered fic that I finished, EVER.
4. The Truest Language (7, part 1)
( How does one respond when someone suddenly decides to let go of more than two hundred years of complicated feelings and ties just like that? )