“Well. Where’s the guest room, England?” France said. England looked straight into the other’s eyes and imperceptibly gulped. France made a step closer to the other nation and felt a shiver run down his spine when England didn’t move away from him.
“It’s…” England opened his mouth, closed it, stared into America’s eyes and then shook his head. “Let me show you.” He said then, turned his back to France, picked America’s bag and climbed up the stairs to the upper floor. France followed him to the guest room. England opened the door, told him where everything he could need was, but France wasn’t really listening, he just stared at England’s figure, England’s face, England’s mouth opening and closing…
“…and the bathroom is…” England was saying. France already knew and he was fed up with all that nonsense. He took England’s hand, cutting him off, and made him turn to look at him.
“Is something the matter?” England asked, suddenly worried. France shook his head and intertwined their fingers together.
“We planned to go to the movies, didn’t we?” France said then, suddenly remembering what he what suggested the day before. France smiled and added: “We don’t want to miss the show, do we?” England looked at him for a long moment and then nodded.
“Oh, yes.” He let go of France’s hand and exited the guest room. France followed him in England’s bedroom, where England kept all his stuff. France noticed the photographs lined under England’s mirror. As England got ready, France looked at the photographs. Some were relatively old, while others were new. There were a lot with England and America, some of them were England only, (scowling, secretly smiling, absorbed), there was one of all England’s brothers too and one with Sealand only and then… then France noticed there was one with France too. France raised an eyebrow and took the old picture in his hands. He looked at himself smiling and having an arm around England’s shoulders, who was for once laughing. They were dressed in their old military outfits and France suddenly remembered where the picture had been taken.
A moment later, the photo wasn’t in France’s hands anymore. England snatched it from him with shaking fingers.
“They are just old photos…” England said, more to himself than to France. France watched as England put that photo back in its place.
“Where was that taken?” France asked, even if he knew the answer. England stared at the photo for a while, then at France and shrugged.
“It was after the War.” England explained as if it wasn’t important. Then he took America’s hand. “Should we go?”
“Yes.” France said, completely forgetting about the picture for the moment. He and England walked away from England’s room and went down the stairs back in the living room. They exited the apartment in silent and only when they were out in the street did France realize that England was still holding his hand.
England realized the same thing too, because abruptly he pulled his hand out from France’s hold.
“So…” England said, blushing a little, “What movie you want to see?”
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“It’s…” England opened his mouth, closed it, stared into America’s eyes and then shook his head. “Let me show you.” He said then, turned his back to France, picked America’s bag and climbed up the stairs to the upper floor. France followed him to the guest room. England opened the door, told him where everything he could need was, but France wasn’t really listening, he just stared at England’s figure, England’s face, England’s mouth opening and closing…
“…and the bathroom is…” England was saying. France already knew and he was fed up with all that nonsense. He took England’s hand, cutting him off, and made him turn to look at him.
“Is something the matter?” England asked, suddenly worried. France shook his head and intertwined their fingers together.
“We planned to go to the movies, didn’t we?” France said then, suddenly remembering what he what suggested the day before. France smiled and added: “We don’t want to miss the show, do we?” England looked at him for a long moment and then nodded.
“Oh, yes.” He let go of France’s hand and exited the guest room. France followed him in England’s bedroom, where England kept all his stuff. France noticed the photographs lined under England’s mirror. As England got ready, France looked at the photographs. Some were relatively old, while others were new. There were a lot with England and America, some of them were England only, (scowling, secretly smiling, absorbed), there was one of all England’s brothers too and one with Sealand only and then… then France noticed there was one with France too. France raised an eyebrow and took the old picture in his hands. He looked at himself smiling and having an arm around England’s shoulders, who was for once laughing. They were dressed in their old military outfits and France suddenly remembered where the picture had been taken.
A moment later, the photo wasn’t in France’s hands anymore. England snatched it from him with shaking fingers.
“They are just old photos…” England said, more to himself than to France. France watched as England put that photo back in its place.
“Where was that taken?” France asked, even if he knew the answer. England stared at the photo for a while, then at France and shrugged.
“It was after the War.” England explained as if it wasn’t important. Then he took America’s hand. “Should we go?”
“Yes.” France said, completely forgetting about the picture for the moment. He and England walked away from England’s room and went down the stairs back in the living room. They exited the apartment in silent and only when they were out in the street did France realize that England was still holding his hand.
England realized the same thing too, because abruptly he pulled his hand out from France’s hold.
“So…” England said, blushing a little, “What movie you want to see?”