“I’m not a woman, idiot.” England exclaimed, slapped the other hand away and got off on his own. France laughed, let England do as he pleased, and together went inside the restaurant. The other clients watched them, as they sat down at the one of the tables. It was only then that they realized that they were still relatively wet, despite putting the heat on in the car. They stared at each other, and then started to laugh together. France had to admit that he liked laughing with England like that, without a reason in particular.
They ate, talking about nothing and everything, feeling comfortable with each other presence, forgetting what happened between them just an hour before. When they returned back to the street, the rain had finally stopped and the sky was clearing up. France finally realized they were near the sea, in one of England’s fishing villages. Now that the rain was over, France could appreciate the beauty of the houses, the cobbled street, and the fresh air.
“…and you should have seen China, England!” France said, as they walked down the seashore, “God! The look on his face!”
“What about Korea?”
“Korea wouldn’t leave China for two whole months after that!” France said, smiling. England snorted.
“He wouldn’t leave China even if we paid him.”
“That’s true too.” France said, and England laughed. “Anyway, you should have been there, I really would have wanted to hear your sarcastic remark on the matter.”
“I’m not sarcastic!” England immediately protested. France raised an eyebrow, England’s lips turned into a thin line, but everyone could see he was trying hard not to laugh. England was stubborn; he covered his mouth with one hand, and almost turned red from the effort not to laugh. France found the thing amusing, and when England turned around and faced away from France, France decided it would be an all right thing to just pinch England’s butt.
“What did you do that for?” England suddenly exclaimed, turning to look back at France. The latter shrugged, and pointed at England’s lips.
“You wanted to hide your smile from me!”
“I wasn’t smiling!” England retorted, and put a hand where France had pinched him.
“Why deny it, England?” France said, grinning, “You have some awful eyebrows, but when you smile, your face is so beautiful! Why hide it?”
“You are such an idiot.” England said. “And no more comment on my eyebrows. Thank you.”
“That’s difficult. They are always there!” France teased. England shot him a nasty look.
“Don’t look at me then.”
“I can’t.” France said, his hand finding England’s one. “You are amazing. Even with those awful eyebrows, even if you are sarcastic and like to argue with me all the time, even when you say one thing and mean another, even when you hate me, I feel like I’m missing something, if I don’t look at you at least once a day.”
“Where did that cheesy line come from?” England said, holding France’s hand.
Love me the "American" way [8c/?]
They ate, talking about nothing and everything, feeling comfortable with each other presence, forgetting what happened between them just an hour before. When they returned back to the street, the rain had finally stopped and the sky was clearing up. France finally realized they were near the sea, in one of England’s fishing villages. Now that the rain was over, France could appreciate the beauty of the houses, the cobbled street, and the fresh air.
“…and you should have seen China, England!” France said, as they walked down the seashore, “God! The look on his face!”
“What about Korea?”
“Korea wouldn’t leave China for two whole months after that!” France said, smiling. England snorted.
“He wouldn’t leave China even if we paid him.”
“That’s true too.” France said, and England laughed. “Anyway, you should have been there, I really would have wanted to hear your sarcastic remark on the matter.”
“I’m not sarcastic!” England immediately protested. France raised an eyebrow, England’s lips turned into a thin line, but everyone could see he was trying hard not to laugh. England was stubborn; he covered his mouth with one hand, and almost turned red from the effort not to laugh. France found the thing amusing, and when England turned around and faced away from France, France decided it would be an all right thing to just pinch England’s butt.
“What did you do that for?” England suddenly exclaimed, turning to look back at France. The latter shrugged, and pointed at England’s lips.
“You wanted to hide your smile from me!”
“I wasn’t smiling!” England retorted, and put a hand where France had pinched him.
“Why deny it, England?” France said, grinning, “You have some awful eyebrows, but when you smile, your face is so beautiful! Why hide it?”
“You are such an idiot.” England said. “And no more comment on my eyebrows. Thank you.”
“That’s difficult. They are always there!” France teased. England shot him a nasty look.
“Don’t look at me then.”
“I can’t.” France said, his hand finding England’s one. “You are amazing. Even with those awful eyebrows, even if you are sarcastic and like to argue with me all the time, even when you say one thing and mean another, even when you hate me, I feel like I’m missing something, if I don’t look at you at least once a day.”
“Where did that cheesy line come from?” England said, holding France’s hand.
“It’s the truth.”
“Bullshit.”