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“I don’t want to leave him now-”
“You know I believe and how,” England breathlessly finished for him again and closed the distance between them. Next thing America knew was he was on his back, bushy eyebrows and the ceiling above him, and a very eager mouth on his. What choice did he have but to return the sentiment just as eagerly?
God, England was a good kisser, but this observation didn’t come without a pang of jealousy. How many people had he kissed or how many kisses had he shared to get this good? Well, he’d simply have to try his damndest to make sure England would never have to kiss anyone else ever again.
“Ah…England-?” It took some doing to even get the one word out around the very insistent lips pressing against his.
“Mm. Yes?” England, meanwhile, seemed more preoccupied with making up for the all the years they hadn’t been kissing, and barely pulled away to reply. Regrettably, America had to wrench his head away to say what he wanted to say.
“Why this song? Although I tried all those times…”
“Bloody git. Put your mouth to good use for once, won’t you?” But he was smiling. He brushed their foreheads, their noses, together and, after catching his breath, continued. “This time you were actually being sincere. You weren’t trying too hard, you weren’t being obnoxious or over the top. You just…were.”
That answer satisfied America and he lifted his head to kiss England again, but abruptly stopped.
“Wait, this isn’t right.”
The color drained from England’s face and he assumed a look of horror, but only momentarily, as he seemed to understand the real meaning. In one swift movement, he shifted onto his back and pulled America on top of him.
“Better?”
“Mm. Much.” And he leaned forward to capture his lips once again.
And this was how Canada found them shortly after. He had to admit it was rather disturbing to find his brother and former mentor making out on his guest bedroom floor, but he had to thank his lucky stars that was all they were doing for now. Besides, it was about damn time. America would have to thank him later for inviting England that day instead of the following one.
Smiling to himself, he closed the door with a soft click.
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So obviously America is singing "Something" by the Beatles this time. Listen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5VawKqxtSk
Before I started writing this fic I decided that America would attempt to win over England through song and it would be "Something" that finally got through. I like the honest uncertainty of the bridge ("You're asking me, will my love grow?") and think England would appreciate it, too. It doesn't speak of endless, undying love that they as nations can't really promise.
Anyway, thanks for all the kind comments. Especially since I don't particularly like how this turned out, ah ha.
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so adorable, anon. loved it! :D
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I really enjoyed this story ♥
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