Among the soap England sighed. It’s been about three hours since he had stomped out of the living-room and now he was starting to feel really embarrassed about the whole thing, not like he’d ever admit that.
I mean, who gets that angry over a washing machine… I’m a nation god-damn it, I could just buy a new one!... I shouldn’t have insulted him like that…
It took England about thirty minutes more to decide he should apologize and go to America and maybe be a bit affectionate. Because, despite his, as Japan called it, tsundere exterior he really did love the American and realized just now that he rarely ever said it.
He slowly, ever so slowly, opened the bathroom door. It was midnight by now and England was tired and had to work tomorrow, he had to do this quickly, yet not seem like he was running back to the other, which he was technically, but he didn’t have to show it damn it.
He moved slowly back to the living-room to see America was now leaning against the back of the couch and silently snoring.
That git, I come here to apologize and he ends up being asleep!
England made an ‘hmph’ sound and thought of walking away but in the end love won out and he walked over to the other, examining him as he his body rose and fell somewhat evenly.
Now that England had gotten this far he wasn’t going to go back but he didn’t really want to go forward either. Again he sighed.
Come on… it’s just a kiss; you’ve done much worse stuff with him…
He looked at the American’s face and smiled at how serene it looked, using that smile that was only for America (though even he rarely saw it). With a bit more encouragement he moved forward and, still rather timidly, kissed his American lover on the lips.
It tasted like junk-food but also sweet things, like bubble-gum and cotton candy. England smiled again, savouring the taste.
Suddenly there was a movement and before the Brit could even think of moving away he was encased in a bear-like hug by the younger yet stronger nation and he could feel a smile in the kiss as it was returned. England blushed but couldn’t move away, not like he wanted to, and soon he felt himself melt into the kiss.
He was so wrapped up in it that when America finally pulled back so they could breathe he audibly whimpered, causing America to chuckle. “You feeling better now?” America asked playfully Normally, England would have denied that to high hell and back but right now he was too relieved, too love drunk and too needing of America’s warm smile to care.
“Y-y-yeah” he stuttered out and blushed, America smiling too and hugging the other close. “Great!” “A-america…” England said slowly “What is it, dude?” America said, feeling England pull back just a bit. “what you wanna say?” “W-well…” there was a moment of silence “I-I’m sorry f-fo-“ The rest of the sentence was cut off as he was dragged down with the American and hugged into his strong chest. “Don’t worry dude. I’m sorry too you know, you’re my awesome Iggy and ain’t no electrical appliance gonna separate us!” He chuckled “what kind of hero would I be if I let my super-rival be an old heap of junk?”
England was silent for a moment then chuckled himself, snuggling into the American’s chest, not even bothering with the fact he had been called his pet name.
He realized again that he was tired and as the relief and the American’s warmth filled him he yawned a little then moved up slightly to curl his face into the little gap between America’s neck and chest, finding a comfortable position and then gently hugging the other back, his eyes now half-lidded.
America at this moment was glad England wasn’t looking up because the most obvious blush was now crossing his face, making him uncharacteristically nervous. “D-dude, you really wanna sleep here?” He said, trying and partly failing to cover up his stuttering. “It’s alright… I’m tired and I told you, I won’t sleep on a bed with no sheets…” America smiled “Okee-dokiee, then”
And with that the two of them slowly started to drift into the dream world. Just before they fell asleep though England said something. “America? You asleep?” “Nope, not yet… what is it?” “I… love you…” “Me too England… I love you too”
On Rather Soapy Rocks [Part 4/Final]
I mean, who gets that angry over a washing machine… I’m a nation god-damn it, I could just buy a new one!... I shouldn’t have insulted him like that…
It took England about thirty minutes more to decide he should apologize and go to America and maybe be a bit affectionate. Because, despite his, as Japan called it, tsundere exterior he really did love the American and realized just now that he rarely ever said it.
He slowly, ever so slowly, opened the bathroom door. It was midnight by now and England was tired and had to work tomorrow, he had to do this quickly, yet not seem like he was running back to the other, which he was technically, but he didn’t have to show it damn it.
He moved slowly back to the living-room to see America was now leaning against the back of the couch and silently snoring.
That git, I come here to apologize and he ends up being asleep!
England made an ‘hmph’ sound and thought of walking away but in the end love won out and he walked over to the other, examining him as he his body rose and fell somewhat evenly.
Now that England had gotten this far he wasn’t going to go back but he didn’t really want to go forward either.
Again he sighed.
Come on… it’s just a kiss; you’ve done much worse stuff with him…
He looked at the American’s face and smiled at how serene it looked, using that smile that was only for America (though even he rarely saw it). With a bit more encouragement he moved forward and, still rather timidly, kissed his American lover on the lips.
It tasted like junk-food but also sweet things, like bubble-gum and cotton candy. England smiled again, savouring the taste.
Suddenly there was a movement and before the Brit could even think of moving away he was encased in a bear-like hug by the younger yet stronger nation and he could feel a smile in the kiss as it was returned.
England blushed but couldn’t move away, not like he wanted to, and soon he felt himself melt into the kiss.
He was so wrapped up in it that when America finally pulled back so they could breathe he audibly whimpered, causing America to chuckle.
“You feeling better now?” America asked playfully
Normally, England would have denied that to high hell and back but right now he was too relieved, too love drunk and too needing of America’s warm smile to care.
“Y-y-yeah” he stuttered out and blushed, America smiling too and hugging the other close.
“Great!”
“A-america…” England said slowly
“What is it, dude?” America said, feeling England pull back just a bit. “what you wanna say?”
“W-well…” there was a moment of silence “I-I’m sorry f-fo-“
The rest of the sentence was cut off as he was dragged down with the American and hugged into his strong chest.
“Don’t worry dude. I’m sorry too you know, you’re my awesome Iggy and ain’t no electrical appliance gonna separate us!” He chuckled “what kind of hero would I be if I let my super-rival be an old heap of junk?”
England was silent for a moment then chuckled himself, snuggling into the American’s chest, not even bothering with the fact he had been called his pet name.
He realized again that he was tired and as the relief and the American’s warmth filled him he yawned a little then moved up slightly to curl his face into the little gap between America’s neck and chest, finding a comfortable position and then gently hugging the other back, his eyes now half-lidded.
America at this moment was glad England wasn’t looking up because the most obvious blush was now crossing his face, making him uncharacteristically nervous.
“D-dude, you really wanna sleep here?” He said, trying and partly failing to cover up his stuttering.
“It’s alright… I’m tired and I told you, I won’t sleep on a bed with no sheets…”
America smiled
“Okee-dokiee, then”
And with that the two of them slowly started to drift into the dream world. Just before they fell asleep though England said something.
“America? You asleep?”
“Nope, not yet… what is it?”
“I… love you…”
“Me too England… I love you too”
And with they closed their eyes and fell asleep.
The idiot couple lives on.