“... A... Alfred...?” The phone is in his hands so tightly and Canada watches from afar with a whimsical smile. He recalls the moment, the moment England jumps over the couch and grabs the phone like a life line.
“Huh? Arthur? Hi to you too! How's it going?” America asks, cheerful as ever, as if nothing was wrong at all. England is silent, stares at the wall, and Canada decides to leave the happily shocked England to his business with America.
“... W-What about you...?” England asks, and something feels so nostalgic in him when America hums against the phone, deep in thought.
“I'd say I'm doing peachy! Actually, I'm due to get out of this stuffy old place within a week! How's it there with Canada? I was supposed to take care of you, but if you want to stay with Canada, you could make sure it's okay with him, or do you want to come back to Washington D.C.?” America rambles in, without a short breath in his speech as he asks England. He calls out to him when England doesn't respond.
Attempting to find the right words, England stares at the wall, ponders his mind like a cat looks for a mouse. He almost shouts; “Of course I want to go back! Are you stupid?!” But stops himself, a flush coming onto his face, almost as red as post-ill America.
“England? Hey, Engla~nd!” America calls through the phone, and England turns even more red. He isn't exactly sure what to say, because it's so America to laugh at him for sounding attached.
So the Brit smiles when he speaks; “... I think I would like to go back to Washington. Next week, you said?” England says, and feels America's wild, dorky grin through the phone. What he can't feel is how happy America really is.
“... You're sounding better and better by the day.” America comments.
“I have to get on my own two feet at some point, don't I?” England replies, with wit, and America smiles even wider, if it was even possible.
“... Yeah, next week. I'll come pick you up next week, 7 days from today,” America begins, and smiles sincerely when he ends it; “Be prepared, okay? All right! I'll see you later!” The line goes dead. There is a mischievous way that America tells England to be ready.
It makes England's heart beat faster then usual.
Canada's heart becomes warmer as he sometimes watches England with the time he can. England is starting to become the busy body he once was.
You know, it was going great. England was healing fast, becoming... well, England! He is still going strong, but... but things just have to screw up... for Canada, for England, and for America.
Because Canada got England drunk, bringing home wine as a “gift” for doing so well in recovering.
Because England is drunk and definitely not “ready” like America told him.
Because America is sober, doesn't know if it's him or England who is less prepared now, he really wants to punch Canada because he knows how England gets with (justifiable that Canada was hoping England's drinking habits changed with his personality? Pfft, as if.) wine, and that...
That England just looks so cute with his silly Britannia Angel get up.
“Alfred~! I want a hug~!” America wonders how for his heroic determination can go now.
Hold Me Close [39/?]
“Huh? Arthur? Hi to you too! How's it going?” America asks, cheerful as ever, as if nothing was wrong at all. England is silent, stares at the wall, and Canada decides to leave the happily shocked England to his business with America.
“... W-What about you...?” England asks, and something feels so nostalgic in him when America hums against the phone, deep in thought.
“I'd say I'm doing peachy! Actually, I'm due to get out of this stuffy old place within a week! How's it there with Canada? I was supposed to take care of you, but if you want to stay with Canada, you could make sure it's okay with him, or do you want to come back to Washington D.C.?” America rambles in, without a short breath in his speech as he asks England. He calls out to him when England doesn't respond.
Attempting to find the right words, England stares at the wall, ponders his mind like a cat looks for a mouse. He almost shouts; “Of course I want to go back! Are you stupid?!” But stops himself, a flush coming onto his face, almost as red as post-ill America.
“England? Hey, Engla~nd!” America calls through the phone, and England turns even more red. He isn't exactly sure what to say, because it's so America to laugh at him for sounding attached.
So the Brit smiles when he speaks; “... I think I would like to go back to Washington. Next week, you said?” England says, and feels America's wild, dorky grin through the phone. What he can't feel is how happy America really is.
“... You're sounding better and better by the day.” America comments.
“I have to get on my own two feet at some point, don't I?” England replies, with wit, and America smiles even wider, if it was even possible.
“... Yeah, next week. I'll come pick you up next week, 7 days from today,” America begins, and smiles sincerely when he ends it; “Be prepared, okay? All right! I'll see you later!” The line goes dead. There is a mischievous way that America tells England to be ready.
It makes England's heart beat faster then usual.
Canada's heart becomes warmer as he sometimes watches England with the time he can. England is starting to become the busy body he once was.
You know, it was going great. England was healing fast, becoming... well, England! He is still going strong, but... but things just have to screw up... for Canada, for England, and for America.
Because Canada got England drunk, bringing home wine as a “gift” for doing so well in recovering.
Because England is drunk and definitely not “ready” like America told him.
Because America is sober, doesn't know if it's him or England who is less prepared now, he really wants to punch Canada because he knows how England gets with (justifiable that Canada was hoping England's drinking habits changed with his personality? Pfft, as if.) wine, and that...
That England just looks so cute with his silly Britannia Angel get up.
“Alfred~! I want a hug~!” America wonders how for his heroic determination can go now.
[A/N: BECAUSE BRITANNIA ANGEL STRIKES AGAIN. ♥ ]