What I've Always Dreamed Of 2/2
anonymous
March 1 2010, 00:40:18 UTC
“A-America,” England choked out. Tears were springing to his eyes, ones of elation and utter joy. Oh god, how he’d been longing for this, how he’d dreamed of it…
America gently wiped the tears away and smiled shyly as he said, “I love you, England.”
England let out a sob, and he mentally kicked himself for it. “Git. Git. Stupid, idiotic git. I’ve always loved you,” he exclaimed and threw himself into America’s open arms. Where he’d always longed to be. Where he planned to be forever if he could help it. America’s hands stroked his hair while he clutched at the younger nation’s t-shirt and let the happiness he’d been denying himself flow through him. Because he was happy, so happy, he felt fit to burst. He turned and buried his face in America’s chest.
“You’re so stupid, America. You should have told me sooner. I’ve been ready to love you till my dying day. You’ll never be in want of anything because I’ll always give it to you.”
He was ready to pour his heart out some more, tell America everything that he’d been bottling up for centuries, but America gently pushed him back and cupped his face. England stared wide-eyed at him as America started to slowly lean in. His eyelids started to lower and his lips parted slightly, and England couldn’t help but follow suit as he too began to lean in.
“England…” America murmured and England could feel his breath hot against his face and his heart was pounding in his ears and-
“England!” America shouted and suddenly England hit the floor painfully and found himself staring at America’s feet.
“Geez, old man. I come in here and you’re talking in your sleep with this really stupid smile on your face. It was really pathetic, you know?” America scoffed and stepped over England’s prone form and crawled into the bed.
“What?” England asked dumbly and sat up. It hadn’t really been a-
“Didn’t I tell you that you’re not supposed to fall asleep before me? Don’t screw up this time,” America insisted with a pout as he pulled England’s covers around himself and rolled over.
England stared blankly at the floor as he climbed to his feet. A dream. It had just been a dream. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he bit his lip. Of course it had been a dream. He let out a self-deprecating bark of a laugh as he crawled into the bed next to America. He stared at the American’s back and hated the git for making him fall so desperately in love with him. So that he had dreams that offered him a glimpse of happiness he’d never have.
As America’s snoring drifted over to his ears, England stared up at his ceiling and willed himself to stay awake. His heart and mind could truly be cruel at times, and he couldn’t take it again.
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Hope that works for you, OP. I totally think of America as Nicky and England as Rod, ha ha.
I go to post a fill and then I see this on the fills list and squealed! I wasn't expecting to see it this early! Oh and it was great! Thank you so much, anon! It was perfect~ ((Aha, they do match the part well. But then would that mean Canada would have to be Ricky at the very end?))
Re: What I've Always Dreamed Of 2/2
anonymous
March 3 2010, 12:35:24 UTC
Oh wow. I absolutely ADORE the song, I have for a long time, and to see a fill of this request is just <3. It makes me sad for England since he's Rod, but at the same time I get this feeling that America's not quite as... Nicky as it seems. Somehow I feel that they still have hope.
Or maybe that's just my natural foolish optimism. XD Great work, anon!
America gently wiped the tears away and smiled shyly as he said, “I love you, England.”
England let out a sob, and he mentally kicked himself for it. “Git. Git. Stupid, idiotic git. I’ve always loved you,” he exclaimed and threw himself into America’s open arms. Where he’d always longed to be. Where he planned to be forever if he could help it. America’s hands stroked his hair while he clutched at the younger nation’s t-shirt and let the happiness he’d been denying himself flow through him. Because he was happy, so happy, he felt fit to burst. He turned and buried his face in America’s chest.
“You’re so stupid, America. You should have told me sooner. I’ve been ready to love you till my dying day. You’ll never be in want of anything because I’ll always give it to you.”
He was ready to pour his heart out some more, tell America everything that he’d been bottling up for centuries, but America gently pushed him back and cupped his face. England stared wide-eyed at him as America started to slowly lean in. His eyelids started to lower and his lips parted slightly, and England couldn’t help but follow suit as he too began to lean in.
“England…” America murmured and England could feel his breath hot against his face and his heart was pounding in his ears and-
“England!” America shouted and suddenly England hit the floor painfully and found himself staring at America’s feet.
“Geez, old man. I come in here and you’re talking in your sleep with this really stupid smile on your face. It was really pathetic, you know?” America scoffed and stepped over England’s prone form and crawled into the bed.
“What?” England asked dumbly and sat up. It hadn’t really been a-
“Didn’t I tell you that you’re not supposed to fall asleep before me? Don’t screw up this time,” America insisted with a pout as he pulled England’s covers around himself and rolled over.
England stared blankly at the floor as he climbed to his feet. A dream. It had just been a dream. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he bit his lip. Of course it had been a dream. He let out a self-deprecating bark of a laugh as he crawled into the bed next to America. He stared at the American’s back and hated the git for making him fall so desperately in love with him. So that he had dreams that offered him a glimpse of happiness he’d never have.
As America’s snoring drifted over to his ears, England stared up at his ceiling and willed himself to stay awake. His heart and mind could truly be cruel at times, and he couldn’t take it again.
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Hope that works for you, OP. I totally think of America as Nicky and England as Rod, ha ha.
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Or maybe that's just my natural foolish optimism. XD Great work, anon!
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