The Silence as Night Falls [8/8]
anonymous
June 2 2010, 19:17:02 UTC
The passage from sleeping to waking was gradual the next day, moving lazily from nothing to vague consciousness to eyes blinking blearily open, watching the haze of the room merge into the small details. England waited a moment before looking at the clock, knowing it would only depress him. He felt for once as if he had been well rested, asleep for some time, but given time's progression recently it would probably only be five o'clock.
Then again, he could hear birds outside. Dawn chorus? Come to think of it, his back was warm from the sunshine. This also alerted him that America had stolen his duvet. Typical. He would have to find him later, the other half of the bed was cold and vacant. It was unlike him to be up this early, though. What time was it? He would have to note it down, a new record.
Midday.
It was two minutes until midday, and the next meeting had started at ten.
England jumped out of the bed only to trip over the duvet, knotted around his feet and draped onto the floor. Before he cracked his head on the bedside table a pair of arms reached out to catch him.
He looked up. America grinned back.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“Meeting! Got to get to meeting-”
He was pushed firmly back on the bed. There was no use struggling against America's arms pressed down on him.
“Forget the meeting, I'm going to cook you a proper breakfast. I'll even make you some tea.”
“No! Please!”
“You're still half asleep, you don't know what you're saying. I've already gone and told everyone you're not well, so no one's expecting you, you don't need to worry about anything.” America lowered his arms and leaned down, until their eyes were level. “And I'm expecting you to stay in bed, because I need to finish what we started last night.”
It struck England speechless and unable to move, until a tray was presented to him laden with fried food, orange juice and, in the corner, a lonely cup of tea. He drank it. It tasted like milky water, but at the same time he had never finished a cup so quickly with such appreciation.
There was a pause once he'd finished, the plates were cleared away and America sat beside him on the bed. Quite frankly, there wouldn't have been a pause at all, England's body recovered enough from its exhaustion and desperate instead to press itself back against America, but he could sense that America needed to say something. When he did speak, it was in a whisper, close and hot against England's ear.
“Don't scare me again. If you ever feel like that again, if you ever need to get away from it all, just- just tell me. Let me know. I'll always be there for you. Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. Now can we get on with it?”
“That wasn't gentlemanly at all. Anticipation's the best part, and if you take it slowly you've got more time to enjoy it. Besides, you've kept me waiting all morning. Let me show you how it's done...”
Any of the nations could have been outside. Knowing America, he wouldn't even have bothered to lock the door. A few days ago, the thought would have preyed on England's mind and driven him towards insanity.
Now? To hell with it. It was impossible to worry about the details. He had his America, and they had forever to work out the little things. Sometimes it was better to focus on the bigger picture and the grand, heroic finale.
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Thanks so much for the comments, guys. ♥ Hope this was ok, OP!
Awww, I love this! The characterization is so, so, so cute ♥ I love how America gets serious for a little bit and how he's totally got plans with pulling off his PJs, but is enough of a gentleman to wait until England got some zzs.
Thank you so much, authanon ♥
Recaptcha: company hee. I don't actually have anything witty to say here, but this is adorable.
Re: The Silence as Night Falls [8/8]
anonymous
June 4 2010, 11:36:17 UTC
Wow, anon, that was so good; it gave me the warm fuzzies without being sickeningly sweet, which is how most "fluffy" requests feel to me. I really enjoyed this; it was a great combination of "feel good" and "hurt/comfort" (but without the excessive drama!). A+, anon!
Do you have any other fills you'd care to share with us? Oh, and good god, that was a quick fill!
Then again, he could hear birds outside. Dawn chorus? Come to think of it, his back was warm from the sunshine. This also alerted him that America had stolen his duvet. Typical. He would have to find him later, the other half of the bed was cold and vacant. It was unlike him to be up this early, though. What time was it? He would have to note it down, a new record.
Midday.
It was two minutes until midday, and the next meeting had started at ten.
England jumped out of the bed only to trip over the duvet, knotted around his feet and draped onto the floor. Before he cracked his head on the bedside table a pair of arms reached out to catch him.
He looked up. America grinned back.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“Meeting! Got to get to meeting-”
He was pushed firmly back on the bed. There was no use struggling against America's arms pressed down on him.
“Forget the meeting, I'm going to cook you a proper breakfast. I'll even make you some tea.”
“No! Please!”
“You're still half asleep, you don't know what you're saying. I've already gone and told everyone you're not well, so no one's expecting you, you don't need to worry about anything.” America lowered his arms and leaned down, until their eyes were level. “And I'm expecting you to stay in bed, because I need to finish what we started last night.”
It struck England speechless and unable to move, until a tray was presented to him laden with fried food, orange juice and, in the corner, a lonely cup of tea. He drank it. It tasted like milky water, but at the same time he had never finished a cup so quickly with such appreciation.
There was a pause once he'd finished, the plates were cleared away and America sat beside him on the bed. Quite frankly, there wouldn't have been a pause at all, England's body recovered enough from its exhaustion and desperate instead to press itself back against America, but he could sense that America needed to say something. When he did speak, it was in a whisper, close and hot against England's ear.
“Don't scare me again. If you ever feel like that again, if you ever need to get away from it all, just- just tell me. Let me know. I'll always be there for you. Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. Now can we get on with it?”
“That wasn't gentlemanly at all. Anticipation's the best part, and if you take it slowly you've got more time to enjoy it. Besides, you've kept me waiting all morning. Let me show you how it's done...”
Any of the nations could have been outside. Knowing America, he wouldn't even have bothered to lock the door. A few days ago, the thought would have preyed on England's mind and driven him towards insanity.
Now? To hell with it. It was impossible to worry about the details. He had his America, and they had forever to work out the little things. Sometimes it was better to focus on the bigger picture and the grand, heroic finale.
--
Thanks so much for the comments, guys. ♥ Hope this was ok, OP!
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Thank you so much, authanon ♥
Recaptcha: company hee. I don't actually have anything witty to say here, but this is adorable.
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Do you have any other fills you'd care to share with us? Oh, and good god, that was a quick fill!
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