“You are unbelievable!” England exclaimed then, “I don’t know how I managed with you until now!”
“It’s because you like me.” France stated. His heart skipped a beat at that because he knew that he was talking about America as he did. England didn’t like France. France didn’t like England. (He loved him. There is a difference.)
“I-” England looked up from his half-finished meal and just stared. France wanted to sigh, his lips wanted to quiver down in sadness, but he did none of that. On the contrary, he beamed.
“We both know you do!” France grinned. England shook his head no.
“Why would I?” England said instead, more to himself than to France. France took England’s hand, intertwined their fingers together as England stared. Just stared.
“You took a week off for me.” France said. “If you didn’t like me, you wouldn’t have.”
“I would do that for anyone in need!” England exclaimed.
“If it was France?” France asked then. England’s breath hitched and didn’t say anything. France let out a smile.
“See?”
“Well…” England was at loss with words. “What’s your point?” he asked then, trying to change subject.
“We should make this week special! That’s my point!” France said. “Let’s go out! Have fun! I don’t think we’ll ever have another chance!”
“Maybe you are right.” England whispered and France felt England’s hand warmer under his fingers. France grinned.
America was an idiot, France thought then. Seeing the world from America’s eyes made France realize how blind America was.
England was the same sarcastic, unbearable, saying one thing and thinking another, old nation that everyone… no, that France had always known but there was a tiny little difference when with America. England’s eyes always had that look of pure defiance and arrogance but with France they always held another more, violent should he say, emotion in them.
With America no.
With America they were smiling.
England smiled.
As America and England held hands under a table, England was smiling.
How could America not see that? How could America not see how much England loved him?
“Yes.” Those eyes were saying.
Yes, America.
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Love me the "American" way [3c/?]
“It’s because you like me.” France stated. His heart skipped a beat at that because he knew that he was talking about America as he did. England didn’t like France. France didn’t like England. (He loved him. There is a difference.)
“I-” England looked up from his half-finished meal and just stared. France wanted to sigh, his lips wanted to quiver down in sadness, but he did none of that. On the contrary, he beamed.
“We both know you do!” France grinned. England shook his head no.
“Why would I?” England said instead, more to himself than to France. France took England’s hand, intertwined their fingers together as England stared. Just stared.
“You took a week off for me.” France said. “If you didn’t like me, you wouldn’t have.”
“I would do that for anyone in need!” England exclaimed.
“If it was France?” France asked then. England’s breath hitched and didn’t say anything. France let out a smile.
“See?”
“Well…” England was at loss with words. “What’s your point?” he asked then, trying to change subject.
“We should make this week special! That’s my point!” France said. “Let’s go out! Have fun! I don’t think we’ll ever have another chance!”
“Maybe you are right.” England whispered and France felt England’s hand warmer under his fingers. France grinned.
America was an idiot, France thought then. Seeing the world from America’s eyes made France realize how blind America was.
England was the same sarcastic, unbearable, saying one thing and thinking another, old nation that everyone… no, that France had always known but there was a tiny little difference when with America. England’s eyes always had that look of pure defiance and arrogance but with France they always held another more, violent should he say, emotion in them.
With America no.
With America they were smiling.
England smiled.
As America and England held hands under a table, England was smiling.
How could America not see that? How could America not see how much England loved him?
“Yes.” Those eyes were saying.
Yes, America.
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