“You unbelievable fool,” he said slowly in a voice that screamed that he was trying to be patient. “Do you really think I’d lower myself to being with someone I wasn’t madly in love with and happy to be with?
“Then why don’t you want to tell anyone?!” America shouted a bit desperately. He couldn’t believe this. He’d gone to ridiculous lengths to change so England would be able to admit to everyone else that they were lovers, and here he was telling him that he’d been proud all along and yet still didn’t want to tell anyone?
“Because, America,” England mumbled and lowered his hands from his face. “Because you belong to the world. You have obligations to your boss, your people and the other nations.”
America furrowed his brow in confusion and was about to express how he didn’t understand what England meant in the slightest when said nation walked over to him and tugged on his tie.
“But this?” England pulled him down into a kiss, which America cautiously returned. “And this?” His hand went straight for America’s crotch and he smiled wolfishly when America hissed in reply. His expression quickly softened into a tender one. “And especially this.” His fingers splayed over the left side of America’s chest, over his heart. “Are mine. What we have is something I don’t want to share with anyone.”
America’s expression also softened. “Do you think that would change if we told our friends? It would just mean I wouldn’t have to pretend in public that I’m not crazy about you. I don’t want that. I want to be able to tell France to get the hell off you because you’re mine.”
“That would be nice,” England agreed.
“Then it’s settled!” America chirped brightly.
England rolled his eyes, but smiled slightly. “I suppose it’s the least I can do after you went through all that trouble.”
“Yeeeaaah, about that, “America started, but was cut off by England’s finger at his lips.
“It’s not a bad thing to do something nice for me now and then, like drinking my tea or eating my food or making love to me in that amazing way.” He flushed brighter than a tomato and cleared his throat while America grinned from ear to ear. “But changing your personality completely is out of the question. I want to be with you because you piss me off and challenge me, not bore me and bend to my every whim.”
“How romantic, Iggy,” America scoffed, but with a beaming smile on his face. He crushed the older nation in a bear hug, then picked him up and swung him around, laughing all the while.
“Oh, put me down, you git-” He stopped protesting as America acquiesced and lowered him down for a kiss.
“Asshole.”
“Wanker.”
America grinned mischievously and tossed England over his shoulder and jogged up the stairs to his room. England’s pretended to protest, to save face, of course, but allowed America to toss him onto his bed and crawl over him. They kissed deeply and set to work removing each others’ shirts.
“There is one thing, though,” England murmured as they broke their kiss. America opened his mouth to reply, but yelped instead as he was flipped onto his back. “You really should let me top more often,” England said in a low voice and smirked deviously.
America chuckled as England lowered himself again.
“Hey, guys! HEY! Listen when the hero is speaking to you!”
A chorus of groans rung through the room as every nation begrudgingly turned to listen to whatever America had to say.
The American grinned brightly and slipped his arm around England’s shoulders. “Me and England are a couple!”
There was a brief silence and then everyone went back to what they were doing before as if nothing happened.
America blinked and England’s face went red.
“Hey, were you listening, you arseholes? This oaf and I are lovers!” England shouted above the buzz of noise in the conference room.
France sighed, and turned to give the two nations a bored look. “Yes, and?”
“Um…” Was America’s brilliant reply.
“You’ve been together for decades, haven’t you?” Japan asked calmly, and every other nation nodded in agreement.
England sputtered like a dying engine while America burst into laughter.
“Why are you laughing?! This isn’t funny!” England turned to give America a scandalized look.
“Of course it is! I was worried for nothing!” America wheezed and clutched at his stomach, only to start up again when he saw England’s irritated face with those eyebrows of his so close together they were like one big caterpillar on his face.
England scowled and punched him in the arm. “Bastard.”
“Love you, too!” America exclaimed and dragged England into a kiss right in front of everyone.
“Please. Get a room or let me watch,” France said with a wink.
England roughly shoved America off him and walked over to France to casually lean over him with a sly grin on his face. “Sorry, frog, but that privilege is mine and mine alone.”
America flashed England a thumbs up, earning one in return, and moved to his usual spot at the front of the table to spout off more of his ridiculous ideas.
It had been a rough ride, but he’d gotten his happy ending after all.
What an absolutely wonderful ending to a wonderful fic. Seriously it was everything I could have imagined it to be and more. Loved growly, protective England and how he transformed so easily into exasperated England and how he was still so patient, or trying to be, and loved that hint of toppy England. He does need to come out to play way more often in the fandom.
I suspected that the other nations knew about their relationship from Japan's comment a while back (france was just a special case XDD). Heehee, nations are so tricky~!
Must reread everything now~! Thank you so much for filling!
Change the World! 8b/8
(Anonymous) 2009-12-02 03:58 am (UTC)(link)“Then why don’t you want to tell anyone?!” America shouted a bit desperately. He couldn’t believe this. He’d gone to ridiculous lengths to change so England would be able to admit to everyone else that they were lovers, and here he was telling him that he’d been proud all along and yet still didn’t want to tell anyone?
“Because, America,” England mumbled and lowered his hands from his face. “Because you belong to the world. You have obligations to your boss, your people and the other nations.”
America furrowed his brow in confusion and was about to express how he didn’t understand what England meant in the slightest when said nation walked over to him and tugged on his tie.
“But this?” England pulled him down into a kiss, which America cautiously returned. “And this?” His hand went straight for America’s crotch and he smiled wolfishly when America hissed in reply. His expression quickly softened into a tender one. “And especially this.” His fingers splayed over the left side of America’s chest, over his heart. “Are mine. What we have is something I don’t want to share with anyone.”
America’s expression also softened. “Do you think that would change if we told our friends? It would just mean I wouldn’t have to pretend in public that I’m not crazy about you. I don’t want that. I want to be able to tell France to get the hell off you because you’re mine.”
“That would be nice,” England agreed.
“Then it’s settled!” America chirped brightly.
England rolled his eyes, but smiled slightly. “I suppose it’s the least I can do after you went through all that trouble.”
“Yeeeaaah, about that, “America started, but was cut off by England’s finger at his lips.
“It’s not a bad thing to do something nice for me now and then, like drinking my tea or eating my food or making love to me in that amazing way.” He flushed brighter than a tomato and cleared his throat while America grinned from ear to ear. “But changing your personality completely is out of the question. I want to be with you because you piss me off and challenge me, not bore me and bend to my every whim.”
“How romantic, Iggy,” America scoffed, but with a beaming smile on his face. He crushed the older nation in a bear hug, then picked him up and swung him around, laughing all the while.
“Oh, put me down, you git-” He stopped protesting as America acquiesced and lowered him down for a kiss.
“Asshole.”
“Wanker.”
America grinned mischievously and tossed England over his shoulder and jogged up the stairs to his room. England’s pretended to protest, to save face, of course, but allowed America to toss him onto his bed and crawl over him. They kissed deeply and set to work removing each others’ shirts.
“There is one thing, though,” England murmured as they broke their kiss. America opened his mouth to reply, but yelped instead as he was flipped onto his back. “You really should let me top more often,” England said in a low voice and smirked deviously.
America chuckled as England lowered himself again.
Change the World! 8c/8
(Anonymous) 2009-12-02 03:59 am (UTC)(link)“Hey, guys! HEY! Listen when the hero is speaking to you!”
A chorus of groans rung through the room as every nation begrudgingly turned to listen to whatever America had to say.
The American grinned brightly and slipped his arm around England’s shoulders. “Me and England are a couple!”
There was a brief silence and then everyone went back to what they were doing before as if nothing happened.
America blinked and England’s face went red.
“Hey, were you listening, you arseholes? This oaf and I are lovers!” England shouted above the buzz of noise in the conference room.
France sighed, and turned to give the two nations a bored look. “Yes, and?”
“Um…” Was America’s brilliant reply.
“You’ve been together for decades, haven’t you?” Japan asked calmly, and every other nation nodded in agreement.
England sputtered like a dying engine while America burst into laughter.
“Why are you laughing?! This isn’t funny!” England turned to give America a scandalized look.
“Of course it is! I was worried for nothing!” America wheezed and clutched at his stomach, only to start up again when he saw England’s irritated face with those eyebrows of his so close together they were like one big caterpillar on his face.
England scowled and punched him in the arm. “Bastard.”
“Love you, too!” America exclaimed and dragged England into a kiss right in front of everyone.
“Please. Get a room or let me watch,” France said with a wink.
England roughly shoved America off him and walked over to France to casually lean over him with a sly grin on his face. “Sorry, frog, but that privilege is mine and mine alone.”
America flashed England a thumbs up, earning one in return, and moved to his usual spot at the front of the table to spout off more of his ridiculous ideas.
It had been a rough ride, but he’d gotten his happy ending after all.
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OP!!
(Anonymous) 2009-12-02 10:15 am (UTC)(link)What an absolutely wonderful ending to a wonderful fic. Seriously it was everything I could have imagined it to be and more. Loved growly, protective England and how he transformed so easily into exasperated England and how he was still so patient, or trying to be, and loved that hint of toppy England. He does need to come out to play way more often in the fandom.
And the non-reaction at the end...just PERFECT.
Thank you ever so much for taking up the prompt!
Re: Change the World! 8c/8
(Anonymous) 2009-12-02 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)I love the line about the eyebrow caterpillar, anon.
So much ado about nothing :DD BUT 'TWAS AN EXCELLENT RIDE.
And fuck yes, England needs to top more often.Re: Change the World! 8c/8
(Anonymous) 2009-12-02 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Change the World! 8c/8
(Anonymous) 2009-12-03 03:35 am (UTC)(link)I suspected that the other nations knew about their relationship from Japan's comment a while back (france was just a special case XDD). Heehee, nations are so tricky~!
Must reread everything now~! Thank you so much for filling!
Re: Change the World! 8c/8
(Anonymous) 2010-04-06 12:31 am (UTC)(link)