----- America soon left the two to go to his own room after Canada assured he would take care of England. The two blonde nations proceeded up the elevator—Canada’s arm still securely around England—and made their way to England’s room. Once by the door, Canada spoke.
“Well…do you, um, want me to stay? I can go back to my room if you’d like some privacy or—”
“No.” England interrupted abruptly, looking Canada in the eye, “I would…rather that you stay here. I’ll only be a few minutes.” Canada nodded, removing his arm from England as the blonde swiped his key card, and followed England inside. The room was dark, but England did not move to turn on any lights. Sunlight streamed in through the blinds, though, so Canada caught sight of his whole room. It was only a basic room, one bed, a dresser, and a desk; perfect for just one person. England hurriedly made his way to his suitcase and grabbed another pair of boxers and some loose pajama pants before motioning for Canada to have a seat and disappearing into the bathroom. Seated at the desk, Canada crossed his arms over the wood and pillowed his head on them, letting his eyes slip closed as he listened to the shower run for a few minutes. He wasn’t sure why the other nation had wanted him to stay, but he would have nonetheless. England’s own scent mixed with the scent of the hotel room, comforting Canada and reminding him of the past—the good times in the past, at least. When England stepped out of the bathroom—shirtless and hair still damp—Canada lifted his head to see a light blush, though it might have been from the heat, across England’s cheeks.
“Sorry.” He mumbled, moving to the bed and yanking a plain white t-shirt over his head, “Forgot my shirt…” With that he trailed off, leaving the two nations only staring at each other.
“So, would you like me to leave now? I’m sure you’re exhausted…”Canada offered. England paused for a moment, but then shook his head, crossing his arms and looking away. He didn’t want to be alone. “Oh…well, you could come back to my room? I mean, you must be hungry. I have food there and we could find you something to eat. I might even have tea, too.” England raised his head at this and, after considering it for a moment, gave a slow nod.
“Yes, I’d like that.” Canada smiled and stood, moving to open the door as England grabbed something before following him. When England joined Canada in the hallway, Canada noticed the older nation’s slippers. He almost giggled, but suppressed it, and led England up a flight of stairs and down another hallway to his own room.
“You got the Presidential Suite?” England asked when he realized where he was being led. Canada laughed, embarrassed.
“Yeah, actually, I share it with someone, so…”He explained as he swiped the card and entered the room.
“You share it? Well you could have told me that before—”
“Hey Arthur!” Came the cheery voice of America. England stepped inside the room and, lo and behold, America sat on the couch, soda in hand and already changed into basketball shorts and a t-shirt. England relaxed.
“Oh, well. I guess that’s fine.” England moved past Canada and sat on the couch next to America, who gave him a smile that reminded England of an excited puppy.
“He wanted something to eat, Al, so I brought him back here.” Canada explained, moving into the kitchen area.
Accidents Happen (5c/5)
America soon left the two to go to his own room after Canada assured he would take care of England. The two blonde nations proceeded up the elevator—Canada’s arm still securely around England—and made their way to England’s room. Once by the door, Canada spoke.
“Well…do you, um, want me to stay? I can go back to my room if you’d like some privacy or—”
“No.” England interrupted abruptly, looking Canada in the eye, “I would…rather that you stay here. I’ll only be a few minutes.” Canada nodded, removing his arm from England as the blonde swiped his key card, and followed England inside. The room was dark, but England did not move to turn on any lights. Sunlight streamed in through the blinds, though, so Canada caught sight of his whole room. It was only a basic room, one bed, a dresser, and a desk; perfect for just one person. England hurriedly made his way to his suitcase and grabbed another pair of boxers and some loose pajama pants before motioning for Canada to have a seat and disappearing into the bathroom. Seated at the desk, Canada crossed his arms over the wood and pillowed his head on them, letting his eyes slip closed as he listened to the shower run for a few minutes. He wasn’t sure why the other nation had wanted him to stay, but he would have nonetheless. England’s own scent mixed with the scent of the hotel room, comforting Canada and reminding him of the past—the good times in the past, at least. When England stepped out of the bathroom—shirtless and hair still damp—Canada lifted his head to see a light blush, though it might have been from the heat, across England’s cheeks.
“Sorry.” He mumbled, moving to the bed and yanking a plain white t-shirt over his head, “Forgot my shirt…” With that he trailed off, leaving the two nations only staring at each other.
“So, would you like me to leave now? I’m sure you’re exhausted…”Canada offered. England paused for a moment, but then shook his head, crossing his arms and looking away. He didn’t want to be alone. “Oh…well, you could come back to my room? I mean, you must be hungry. I have food there and we could find you something to eat. I might even have tea, too.” England raised his head at this and, after considering it for a moment, gave a slow nod.
“Yes, I’d like that.” Canada smiled and stood, moving to open the door as England grabbed something before following him. When England joined Canada in the hallway, Canada noticed the older nation’s slippers. He almost giggled, but suppressed it, and led England up a flight of stairs and down another hallway to his own room.
“You got the Presidential Suite?” England asked when he realized where he was being led. Canada laughed, embarrassed.
“Yeah, actually, I share it with someone, so…”He explained as he swiped the card and entered the room.
“You share it? Well you could have told me that before—”
“Hey Arthur!” Came the cheery voice of America. England stepped inside the room and, lo and behold, America sat on the couch, soda in hand and already changed into basketball shorts and a t-shirt. England relaxed.
“Oh, well. I guess that’s fine.” England moved past Canada and sat on the couch next to America, who gave him a smile that reminded England of an excited puppy.
“He wanted something to eat, Al, so I brought him back here.” Canada explained, moving into the kitchen area.