They returned back to the car, and made a silent agreement to should go back to London. France put some music on as England drove, and he watched the landscape change outside. He looked at the green hills, and thought about England’s eyes, he looked at the sea, and thought about England’s temper, he looked at the sky above, and thought about England’s mood. He thought about how once upon a time, million and million of years ago, he and England used to be one. He would have liked to remember that time, but he couldn’t, because they both were born when their land had already parted. He thought about their history, their alliances, and how much they constantly took each other for granted.
“You are so silent…” England suddenly said, pushing France out of his thoughts.
“I was thinking.” France said.
“What about?”
“You.” France honestly said. England kept driving. “How much I want you.” He added then, turning to face England. What he said made England press hard on the accelerator, but, fortunately, England regained composure immediately after and they didn’t risk going off the road.
England glanced at him, his hands clutching the wheel tightly.
“W-well… w-ell…” England stuttered, his eyes on the road before them, “You, well…. I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Of course.” France said, smiling a little.
“B-but…” England added then, surprising both of them. France looked at England, stared at him, waited for what England wanted to say, but was too scared to. “But you, well… you can have me…”.
A whisper, but France heard it as if England was shouting it at the top of his lungs.
Love me the "American" way [8c/?]
They returned back to the car, and made a silent agreement to should go back to London. France put some music on as England drove, and he watched the landscape change outside. He looked at the green hills, and thought about England’s eyes, he looked at the sea, and thought about England’s temper, he looked at the sky above, and thought about England’s mood. He thought about how once upon a time, million and million of years ago, he and England used to be one. He would have liked to remember that time, but he couldn’t, because they both were born when their land had already parted. He thought about their history, their alliances, and how much they constantly took each other for granted.
“You are so silent…” England suddenly said, pushing France out of his thoughts.
“I was thinking.” France said.
“What about?”
“You.” France honestly said. England kept driving. “How much I want you.” He added then, turning to face England. What he said made England press hard on the accelerator, but, fortunately, England regained composure immediately after and they didn’t risk going off the road.
England glanced at him, his hands clutching the wheel tightly.
“W-well… w-ell…” England stuttered, his eyes on the road before them, “You, well…. I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Of course.” France said, smiling a little.
“B-but…” England added then, surprising both of them. France looked at England, stared at him, waited for what England wanted to say, but was too scared to. “But you, well… you can have me…”.
A whisper, but France heard it as if England was shouting it at the top of his lungs.