A Quarter Of... (2)
anonymous
November 26 2010, 18:24:20 UTC
I was GOBSMACKED at all the comments. I think that's the most I've got for one update ever on the kink meme and I was so happy when I saw it. I won't answer all of them otherwise I'll ramble and there will just be a whole comment of notes. Yes my headcanon is England loving kids and gossiping with old ladies, I'm glad my guess about the sweet stores were right (my family used to go out after Church on Sunday to get some sweets if we'd been good but I didn't know that others did that) and I hope everyone enjoys the update!
"What can I get for five quid?" One of the boys said rudely, cutting off the girl's thanks.
"You're welcome." Arthur said to the girl, ignoring the boy whose eyes narrowed. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" She nodded and disappeared into the crowds of people. Now Arthur turned to the boy. "Sorry I didn't quite get that, can you repeat it please?" Arthur asked, adding some emphasis on the please as a small hint.
"I wanted to know what I can get for five pounds, old man." Arthur felt his eye twitching as he looked down at the boy. He decided that, as his country, he had the right to correct the boy's manners.
"You are more likely to get people to listen to you, if you don't insult them by calling them old and if you say please and thank you. Now try that request again." Arthur hissed so only the boy could hear him. The boy paled and nodded.
"Er- please sir, can I, I mean can you tell me what can I get for five pounds?" Arthur nodded, now giving the boy the same smile he gave to the girl earlier. With his blonde hair and blue eyes, the boy reminded Arthur of another rude little boy that had kept interrupting him.
"What's your name?" The boy gulped.
"Oh please don't tell my mum, she won't let me on the TV for a week!" The boy answered desperately and Arthur shook his head.
"I'm not going to tell your mum, even though you should be continuing to use your manners wherever you are, whether your mum's there or not." The boy relaxed and nodded.
"My name's Billy. Sir." He said, adding the 'sir' just to make sure that Arthur knew he was being polite.
"Hello Billy, my name is Arthur. Now for five pounds, you can get quite a lot. Maybe if you tell me what you would like, then I could recommend something."
"Well I like toffee and chocolate. And it's my mum's birthday soon and she wants some of the sweets she had when she was younger. It's like chocolate in these little cupcake cases."
"Cake cases or fairy cake cases. Cupcake cases is American. It sounds like your mum likes Ice Cups, they are chocolate fondant-type mixtures in little foil cake cases. Apparently it's like Nutella but I've never had that so I wouldn't know. And maybe you'll like to taste the Chocolate Fudge?" Billy looked interested, leaning forward over the counter. Arthur handed him a sliver from the free samples and as Billy tasted it, his eyes lit up.
"This is brilliant! How much are they?"
"Both the ice cups and the chocolate fudge are two pounds twenty for a quarter. That means you'll have sixty pence left over."
"Awesome!" Billy called as he handed over the money and Arthur gave him the sweets and his change. Arthur blinked at the resemblance between the boy and his once-colony but the next moment it was gone as Billy was thanking him. America did not thank people, he took their help as his due and carried on as normal. Billy disappeared into the crowd with Arthur waving at him.
I have had Ice Cups and Chocolate Fudge, both of which are really nice. Descriptions are found on Hope and Greenwood and A Quarter Of's websites, but I can't remember which one I got it from. Enjoy!
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anonymous
November 26 2010, 18:48:46 UTC
Pfft, reminiscing about young cute little boys he knew once upon a time while talking to young whippersnappers rude-yet-adorable customers? Arthur really is an old man. XD
Also? Fairy cakes will never not make me laugh. <3
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anonymous
November 27 2010, 11:16:43 UTC
The cutest, most amazing part of this is, that the blond man with the green eyes working in that candy store, is a Nation. Oh goodness, almost forgot that.
How cute can it be, really! If I imagine this from the perspective of someone who actually KNOWS who is Arthur, it most look so silly and yet tender. Watching from outside the window glass, as Arthur speaks to little children in a candy-patterned apron.
A Quarter Of... (3)
anonymous
December 28 2010, 14:57:36 UTC
Arthur is such an old man, thinking about the past. Yep, they’re called fairy cakes in England. Cup cakes are normally the tiny little muffins. I’ve just realised that England can see fairies and they’re called fairy cakes. America shows up in the next one, the whole Arthur serving the customers just expanded. It’s just weird thinking about England the nation working in a sweet shop. I must find a way to get the apron into this fill. Anyway thanks again for the comments, I’m always surprised I get so many. Since it’s been so long since I updated, have an extra two parts!
The next boy that came up had brown hair and brown eyes and a manner that reminded Arthur of Canada.
"Please could I have a quarter of the Apple and Custard?" He asked quietly and Arthur smiled softly. He had always felt slightly guilty for favouring America over Canada, even when Canada was such a good colony. There was always a slight barrier between them though, especially after Canada had come to England from France and the American Revolutionary War so soon afterwards.
"Of course. Would that be all?" Arthur asked, watching the boy's expression lighten as he handed him the bag. The boy paid and Arthur handed back his change.
"Come on James, let's go." An older boy with the same coloured eyes came up behind the boy, looking impatient.
"I was just saying thank you John." James answered firmly, before turning back to Arthur and saying, "thank you."
"You're very welcome." Arthur replied and waved goodbye to the boy. Miss Brown stopped as she was on her way to the back and said to Arthur in a low voice,
"The way you act around these children, it's like they are all your children." She moved on quickly but Arthur smiled at the thought. They were all his children, even more so now that he had no more true colonies left.
The shop shut at eight o'clock, after the last few people came in for something sweet after dinner. Arthur stretched, feeling pleasantly tired as he did so and rolled a pear drop in his tongue.
"I do miss them all when they go." Miss James sighed as she cleared up the sweets that had fallen to the floor. Arthur started to wipe down the counter and the other surfaces.
"It is quite nice seeing their excited faces." Miss Brown commented as she sealed the jars again.
"One of the best parts of running a sweet shop."
"Along with trying the goods." Miss James reminded her friend who nodded in agreement. Arthur smiled at the two ladies. He admired how they were trying to keep a small part of tradition going; bringing back the sweets they remembered as a child and all the fond memories that came with them.
"Thanks for your help Arthur. Are you coming back tomorrow?" Miss Brown asked and Arthur nodded.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it." When they had finished tidying up, Arthur bid them goodbye and headed into the cold London street. He had pulled his scarf tighter around him, the weather had been unusually warm last week so now it was making up for it by reminding everyone that it was nearing winter, and started down one of the alleyways back to the hotel.
A Quarter Of... (4)
anonymous
December 28 2010, 15:01:15 UTC
"Hey England!" England jumped, his heart stopping and then starting again as he recovered from his shock.
"Did you forget we're in public?" England hissed to the figure of America who was now crossing the empty street, lit only by street lamps. America just rolled his eyes.
"Fine Arthur." Ignoring the tightening in his gut at America calling him by his human name, he should be used to it by now, Arthur continued on walking, meaning that America had to jog to catch up with him. "Hey Arthur, what were you doing at that sweet shop? It looked like you were working there but you already have a job." America said cheerfully but in his peripheral vision, England could see America watching him closely. It was a good thing that England noticed this, he managed to conceal his reaction to one of the other nations finding out about his private life. They all had one, a life where they could interact with their people, where they could connect with their people again. However they were intensely private for nations, even more so than their sex life, and for another nation to know about it was a very intimate thing.
"America you can't just do that." England insisted, trying to keep his voice calm and quiet, even though he had stopped in the alleyway. "It's rude and it's private. For you to just walk up to me and tell me you know, that's a violation - of me - of my life. America, why would you do that?" England raised his eyes to America who was looking stricken.
"I- I didn't realise it was so important." America gulped visibly and his uncharacteristic nervousness settled England's anger somewhat.
"Did no one ever tell you? I know I was going to teach it to you when you got older but then the war happened." No need for America to ask which war. "Didn't that frog teach you?" England asked bitterly, trying not to focus on the other things that France taught America.
"No he didn't really do much. I think he just expected me to know it all." America explained, being so very open about his ignorance, in a way that England could not imagine being. "But what's the big deal?" England searched his mind for a way to explain it to America, a way to explain how England felt when he discovered America had found out about the sweet shop. Then he lit on something that Mexico had mentioned a long time ago.
"It's as if someone just took your glasses right off your face without asking you." America paled at England's words. So he did understand. "It's an invasion of my privacy America and it's incredibly rude." England drove the point home and now America looked slightly sick. Maybe he should not have been so graphic, it was not entirely similar after all. From what England had gathered, America's glasses were Texas and to remove them without his permission would be almost a violation of his body, like chopping off an arm.
"I'm so sorry England, I didn't realise, I thought it was just you being all secretive like you normally are and I just wanted to know where you were going off to, you didn't hear me calling to you at the end and you seemed really preoccupied and I thought that maybe something bad had happened or you had a problem and you didn't feel like you could tell anyone about it. Then I saw the candy shop and you looked so happy and the shop looks really cool so I hung around for a bit and then came back when it closed." America took a breath as England tried to process the frantic babbling. From what he could tell was that America did not follow him out of malicious intent, but rather he was worried about him, and that he was interested in the sweet shop.
"That's all right Alfred, breathe." America looked happier as England relaxed. "If you really like the look of it, I can take you there tomorrow." England said before he realised the words had even come into his brain. America, the idiot, did not even seem to realise the magnitude of what England had done.
A Quarter Of... (5)
anonymous
December 28 2010, 15:04:25 UTC
"That would be awesome Arthur! I could help out if you wanted and do any of the heavy lifting that the bosses wanted doing." America was still talking while England's brain was still trying to get around the fact that he had asked America to come with him. To come into his private life and meet the people England knew; it was more intimate than any physical act.
"You can't tell anyone though Alfred. God knows they might decide to follow us like you did." England said, not taking it back like he planned, but actually confirming the invitation! What was wrong with his mind?
"Sure, but most nations wouldn't, would they?" America asked, now uncertain again on this branch of nation etiquette.
"Some would, especially to me." England replied, not mentioning the teasing that England would gain if the other nations found out that he had invited America to be a part of his private life. America frowned at England's answer, but continued on.
"Hey maybe you could come to one of my baseball games when I get home. It would be really cool if you could see it." England drew in a breath. America was inviting England into his private life to match. Oh God, he was going to hyperventilate.
"Arthur? You okay?" America's uncertain voice broke through England's panic. "Did I say something wrong?" England managed to shake his head.
"No, no it's fine. It's just, do you understand what you're asking?" England asked, his heart suddenly deciding to speed up in anticipation of America's answer.
"Yeah, it's like asking you to take off my glasses. That big of a thing. But I trust you Arthur, why wouldn't I?" Again England's mind stuttered to a halt. It seemed that only America had that talent to do that to him.
"Then yes, I would love to come and watch you play baseball." England said, slightly more formally than he thought he would be after accepting an invitation like this. Of course he had thought that this invitation would come after he had been in a relationship with a nation for many years, a relationship not based on political ties. It did not matter that he had hoped - dreamed - that America would be the one that he would be in a relationship with.
"It's not me playing baseball Iggy!" America said, laughing at him which caused England to huff.
"Don't call me Iggy." England interjected before America continued,
"It's the kids in this town, Vienna, in Virginia. I teach them how to play baseball and then they have games against other Little League teams. That's where my ranch is as well." America rambled on about baseball and divulging more details of his private life (did that boy have no shame?) as they walked back to the hotel. When they arrived, America nodded goodbye to England.
"See you tomorrow Arthur." He walked down the corridor to his room.
"You too Alfred." England called, slightly too late as America had already gone around the corner. Tomorrow would be interesting.
This was supposed to be a simple fill about the sweet shop but instead it developed into something completely diverging off the prompt with some new headcanon as well. I really hope OP doesn’t mind but at least America showed up. Also I’m not from the United States, so anything about the States that I get wrong, please tell me.
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anonymous
December 28 2010, 16:01:08 UTC
America as a Little League Coach.... Oh man, that's screaming for pictures.:) (Does America have no shame? Do we need to mention Paris Hilton?) I was very glad to see this continued.:)
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anonymous
January 3 2011, 03:31:01 UTC
That is the most delightful headcanon idea I've heard yet, I love it! And it makes such sense for the reasons you mention here. And it works I was brewing something along those lines but how you have it is perfect, especially since it's so private. And I'm betting it changes too since nations age much slower than humans. (It makes me want to picture America working as either a mechanic at one point, or maybe a worker in the very old Ford factories, it's a delightful can of ideas you just popped open in my mind anon)
And this just brings a grin to my face whenever I'm reading it, your Arthur is just so cute.
A Quarter Of... (6)
anonymous
January 13 2011, 12:21:35 UTC
As always, I love the comments. It’s lets me know what people like about this fill and I see that the private lives thing is a hit, which made me smile. And yes I do think that they change over time and I do like those ideas anon had. Thanks to the OP who seems to actually be commenting on every update. The thing I love about the kink meme is that normally you can mention a place and someone will say that they’re from there. It’s great. Anyway, enough rambling.
The world meeting the next day was just as chaotic as the day before. They always were for the first few days before the nations finally settled down and did something useful; England did not know why Germany kept trying to change that.
"Shut up you blasted frog!" England yelled at France as he made another uncalled for remark about the relationship between America and him. "You perverted lech!" England yelled as he threw one of the folders at France.
"Don't deny that it's true Angleterre." France said, smiling a depraved smile, increasing England's blood pressure as he fumed.
"WHAT?!" A yell from down the end of the table distracted the two of them, and indeed the whole room, to where America was staring at Canada in shock. He finally seemed to notice his audience because he waved his hand.
"Ah, I got a little overexcited. Continue on." America laughed awkwardly and waited until everyone had gone back to their conversations before continuing to question Canada avidly.
"I wonder what's up with him." England wondered as he stared at the two brothers, completely forgetting about France.
The end of the meeting came quickly as England pondered what was going on with America. For the rest of the meeting he had been pale and quiet, very unlike himself. After everyone was packing up and leaving the room, England walked over to America.
"Are you ready to go?" England asked quietly, feeling slightly sad as America jumped and looked trapped for a moment before he covered it up with a smile.
"Yeah, s-sure." England nodded at Canada and started to lead America to the sweet shop. It was obvious now what had happened; Canada had told America what his request meant and now America was trying to think of a nice way to take it back. Maybe by suggesting that he could not visit the shop today so he would not have to repay with the trip to his home.
But he had already seen the sweet shop, he already knew what England did in his private life. England was used to nations trying to take something of his and giving nothing in return, now America was trying to do the same thing and why was he so hurt by it? He had suffered worse losses. He just needed to put on a stiff upper lip, even though that had failed miserably with America in the past.
The walk was quiet, so unnaturally quiet given that one of the walkers was America that England finally decided to say something.
"You don't have to come." His voice seemed louder than he meant and he kept his eyes fixed ahead as they walked. It was always easier that way.
"What? What do you mean England?" America sounded shocked, but he really should have expected it. England was not any old fool after all.
"We're in public." England reminded America who gave an impatient huff.
"Yeah, yeah. What do you mean I don't have to come? Do you not want me to come anymore?" America sounded hurt, which of course was ridiculous; he was going to do that same to England.
"I was just saying that you don't have to come if you don't want to, I'm not going to make you just to be polite. That way you won't have to invite me back to yours." England said stiffly, still not looking at America. This changed when America stopped, grabbed England's arm and spun him around so they were face to face. They were standing in one of the many shortcuts England knew.
"Hey." America said quietly, staring at England with an uncharacteristic seriousness, "why do you think that I suddenly don't want to come? What changed England?" England blinked and wanted to turn away but America's arms acted as a barrier.
"No country names, we're in public." England reminded him, avoiding the question.
"What can I get for five quid?" One of the boys said rudely, cutting off the girl's thanks.
"You're welcome." Arthur said to the girl, ignoring the boy whose eyes narrowed. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" She nodded and disappeared into the crowds of people. Now Arthur turned to the boy. "Sorry I didn't quite get that, can you repeat it please?" Arthur asked, adding some emphasis on the please as a small hint.
"I wanted to know what I can get for five pounds, old man." Arthur felt his eye twitching as he looked down at the boy. He decided that, as his country, he had the right to correct the boy's manners.
"You are more likely to get people to listen to you, if you don't insult them by calling them old and if you say please and thank you. Now try that request again." Arthur hissed so only the boy could hear him. The boy paled and nodded.
"Er- please sir, can I, I mean can you tell me what can I get for five pounds?" Arthur nodded, now giving the boy the same smile he gave to the girl earlier. With his blonde hair and blue eyes, the boy reminded Arthur of another rude little boy that had kept interrupting him.
"What's your name?" The boy gulped.
"Oh please don't tell my mum, she won't let me on the TV for a week!" The boy answered desperately and Arthur shook his head.
"I'm not going to tell your mum, even though you should be continuing to use your manners wherever you are, whether your mum's there or not." The boy relaxed and nodded.
"My name's Billy. Sir." He said, adding the 'sir' just to make sure that Arthur knew he was being polite.
"Hello Billy, my name is Arthur. Now for five pounds, you can get quite a lot. Maybe if you tell me what you would like, then I could recommend something."
"Well I like toffee and chocolate. And it's my mum's birthday soon and she wants some of the sweets she had when she was younger. It's like chocolate in these little cupcake cases."
"Cake cases or fairy cake cases. Cupcake cases is American. It sounds like your mum likes Ice Cups, they are chocolate fondant-type mixtures in little foil cake cases. Apparently it's like Nutella but I've never had that so I wouldn't know. And maybe you'll like to taste the Chocolate Fudge?" Billy looked interested, leaning forward over the counter. Arthur handed him a sliver from the free samples and as Billy tasted it, his eyes lit up.
"This is brilliant! How much are they?"
"Both the ice cups and the chocolate fudge are two pounds twenty for a quarter. That means you'll have sixty pence left over."
"Awesome!" Billy called as he handed over the money and Arthur gave him the sweets and his change. Arthur blinked at the resemblance between the boy and his once-colony but the next moment it was gone as Billy was thanking him. America did not thank people, he took their help as his due and carried on as normal. Billy disappeared into the crowd with Arthur waving at him.
I have had Ice Cups and Chocolate Fudge, both of which are really nice. Descriptions are found on Hope and Greenwood and A Quarter Of's websites, but I can't remember which one I got it from. Enjoy!
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Also? Fairy cakes will never not make me laugh. <3
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Fairy cakes? Is that what they call them in England? Well, I know that I will be passing that on to my customers! Some signs need to be changed now!
Also; d'aw at England reminiscing about America! So cute, you'd better keep continuing anon!
(PSST - Are we going to see our favorite idiot sometime soon? -is too patriotic-)
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How cute can it be, really! If I imagine this from the perspective of someone who actually KNOWS who is Arthur, it most look so silly and yet tender. Watching from outside the window glass, as Arthur speaks to little children in a candy-patterned apron.
*melts*
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Since it’s been so long since I updated, have an extra two parts!
The next boy that came up had brown hair and brown eyes and a manner that reminded Arthur of Canada.
"Please could I have a quarter of the Apple and Custard?" He asked quietly and Arthur smiled softly. He had always felt slightly guilty for favouring America over Canada, even when Canada was such a good colony. There was always a slight barrier between them though, especially after Canada had come to England from France and the American Revolutionary War so soon afterwards.
"Of course. Would that be all?" Arthur asked, watching the boy's expression lighten as he handed him the bag. The boy paid and Arthur handed back his change.
"Come on James, let's go." An older boy with the same coloured eyes came up behind the boy, looking impatient.
"I was just saying thank you John." James answered firmly, before turning back to Arthur and saying, "thank you."
"You're very welcome." Arthur replied and waved goodbye to the boy. Miss Brown stopped as she was on her way to the back and said to Arthur in a low voice,
"The way you act around these children, it's like they are all your children." She moved on quickly but Arthur smiled at the thought. They were all his children, even more so now that he had no more true colonies left.
The shop shut at eight o'clock, after the last few people came in for something sweet after dinner. Arthur stretched, feeling pleasantly tired as he did so and rolled a pear drop in his tongue.
"I do miss them all when they go." Miss James sighed as she cleared up the sweets that had fallen to the floor. Arthur started to wipe down the counter and the other surfaces.
"It is quite nice seeing their excited faces." Miss Brown commented as she sealed the jars again.
"One of the best parts of running a sweet shop."
"Along with trying the goods." Miss James reminded her friend who nodded in agreement. Arthur smiled at the two ladies. He admired how they were trying to keep a small part of tradition going; bringing back the sweets they remembered as a child and all the fond memories that came with them.
"Thanks for your help Arthur. Are you coming back tomorrow?" Miss Brown asked and Arthur nodded.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it." When they had finished tidying up, Arthur bid them goodbye and headed into the cold London street. He had pulled his scarf tighter around him, the weather had been unusually warm last week so now it was making up for it by reminding everyone that it was nearing winter, and started down one of the alleyways back to the hotel.
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"Did you forget we're in public?" England hissed to the figure of America who was now crossing the empty street, lit only by street lamps. America just rolled his eyes.
"Fine Arthur." Ignoring the tightening in his gut at America calling him by his human name, he should be used to it by now, Arthur continued on walking, meaning that America had to jog to catch up with him. "Hey Arthur, what were you doing at that sweet shop? It looked like you were working there but you already have a job." America said cheerfully but in his peripheral vision, England could see America watching him closely. It was a good thing that England noticed this, he managed to conceal his reaction to one of the other nations finding out about his private life. They all had one, a life where they could interact with their people, where they could connect with their people again. However they were intensely private for nations, even more so than their sex life, and for another nation to know about it was a very intimate thing.
"America you can't just do that." England insisted, trying to keep his voice calm and quiet, even though he had stopped in the alleyway. "It's rude and it's private. For you to just walk up to me and tell me you know, that's a violation - of me - of my life. America, why would you do that?" England raised his eyes to America who was looking stricken.
"I- I didn't realise it was so important." America gulped visibly and his uncharacteristic nervousness settled England's anger somewhat.
"Did no one ever tell you? I know I was going to teach it to you when you got older but then the war happened." No need for America to ask which war. "Didn't that frog teach you?" England asked bitterly, trying not to focus on the other things that France taught America.
"No he didn't really do much. I think he just expected me to know it all." America explained, being so very open about his ignorance, in a way that England could not imagine being. "But what's the big deal?" England searched his mind for a way to explain it to America, a way to explain how England felt when he discovered America had found out about the sweet shop. Then he lit on something that Mexico had mentioned a long time ago.
"It's as if someone just took your glasses right off your face without asking you." America paled at England's words. So he did understand. "It's an invasion of my privacy America and it's incredibly rude." England drove the point home and now America looked slightly sick. Maybe he should not have been so graphic, it was not entirely similar after all. From what England had gathered, America's glasses were Texas and to remove them without his permission would be almost a violation of his body, like chopping off an arm.
"I'm so sorry England, I didn't realise, I thought it was just you being all secretive like you normally are and I just wanted to know where you were going off to, you didn't hear me calling to you at the end and you seemed really preoccupied and I thought that maybe something bad had happened or you had a problem and you didn't feel like you could tell anyone about it. Then I saw the candy shop and you looked so happy and the shop looks really cool so I hung around for a bit and then came back when it closed." America took a breath as England tried to process the frantic babbling. From what he could tell was that America did not follow him out of malicious intent, but rather he was worried about him, and that he was interested in the sweet shop.
"That's all right Alfred, breathe." America looked happier as England relaxed. "If you really like the look of it, I can take you there tomorrow." England said before he realised the words had even come into his brain. America, the idiot, did not even seem to realise the magnitude of what England had done.
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"You can't tell anyone though Alfred. God knows they might decide to follow us like you did." England said, not taking it back like he planned, but actually confirming the invitation! What was wrong with his mind?
"Sure, but most nations wouldn't, would they?" America asked, now uncertain again on this branch of nation etiquette.
"Some would, especially to me." England replied, not mentioning the teasing that England would gain if the other nations found out that he had invited America to be a part of his private life. America frowned at England's answer, but continued on.
"Hey maybe you could come to one of my baseball games when I get home. It would be really cool if you could see it." England drew in a breath. America was inviting England into his private life to match. Oh God, he was going to hyperventilate.
"Arthur? You okay?" America's uncertain voice broke through England's panic. "Did I say something wrong?" England managed to shake his head.
"No, no it's fine. It's just, do you understand what you're asking?" England asked, his heart suddenly deciding to speed up in anticipation of America's answer.
"Yeah, it's like asking you to take off my glasses. That big of a thing. But I trust you Arthur, why wouldn't I?" Again England's mind stuttered to a halt. It seemed that only America had that talent to do that to him.
"Then yes, I would love to come and watch you play baseball." England said, slightly more formally than he thought he would be after accepting an invitation like this. Of course he had thought that this invitation would come after he had been in a relationship with a nation for many years, a relationship not based on political ties. It did not matter that he had hoped - dreamed - that America would be the one that he would be in a relationship with.
"It's not me playing baseball Iggy!" America said, laughing at him which caused England to huff.
"Don't call me Iggy." England interjected before America continued,
"It's the kids in this town, Vienna, in Virginia. I teach them how to play baseball and then they have games against other Little League teams. That's where my ranch is as well." America rambled on about baseball and divulging more details of his private life (did that boy have no shame?) as they walked back to the hotel. When they arrived, America nodded goodbye to England.
"See you tomorrow Arthur." He walked down the corridor to his room.
"You too Alfred." England called, slightly too late as America had already gone around the corner. Tomorrow would be interesting.
This was supposed to be a simple fill about the sweet shop but instead it developed into something completely diverging off the prompt with some new headcanon as well. I really hope OP doesn’t mind but at least America showed up.
Also I’m not from the United States, so anything about the States that I get wrong, please tell me.
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Oh man, that's screaming for pictures.:)
(Does America have no shame? Do we need to mention Paris Hilton?)
I was very glad to see this continued.:)
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America's a /Little League/ coach?! How cute is that?!
This is a fantastical fill, my dear. It warms me more than apple cider and cheers me more than fresh made fudge!
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And this just brings a grin to my face whenever I'm reading it, your Arthur is just so cute.
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The world meeting the next day was just as chaotic as the day before. They always were for the first few days before the nations finally settled down and did something useful; England did not know why Germany kept trying to change that.
"Shut up you blasted frog!" England yelled at France as he made another uncalled for remark about the relationship between America and him. "You perverted lech!" England yelled as he threw one of the folders at France.
"Don't deny that it's true Angleterre." France said, smiling a depraved smile, increasing England's blood pressure as he fumed.
"WHAT?!" A yell from down the end of the table distracted the two of them, and indeed the whole room, to where America was staring at Canada in shock. He finally seemed to notice his audience because he waved his hand.
"Ah, I got a little overexcited. Continue on." America laughed awkwardly and waited until everyone had gone back to their conversations before continuing to question Canada avidly.
"I wonder what's up with him." England wondered as he stared at the two brothers, completely forgetting about France.
The end of the meeting came quickly as England pondered what was going on with America. For the rest of the meeting he had been pale and quiet, very unlike himself. After everyone was packing up and leaving the room, England walked over to America.
"Are you ready to go?" England asked quietly, feeling slightly sad as America jumped and looked trapped for a moment before he covered it up with a smile.
"Yeah, s-sure." England nodded at Canada and started to lead America to the sweet shop. It was obvious now what had happened; Canada had told America what his request meant and now America was trying to think of a nice way to take it back. Maybe by suggesting that he could not visit the shop today so he would not have to repay with the trip to his home.
But he had already seen the sweet shop, he already knew what England did in his private life. England was used to nations trying to take something of his and giving nothing in return, now America was trying to do the same thing and why was he so hurt by it? He had suffered worse losses. He just needed to put on a stiff upper lip, even though that had failed miserably with America in the past.
The walk was quiet, so unnaturally quiet given that one of the walkers was America that England finally decided to say something.
"You don't have to come." His voice seemed louder than he meant and he kept his eyes fixed ahead as they walked. It was always easier that way.
"What? What do you mean England?" America sounded shocked, but he really should have expected it. England was not any old fool after all.
"We're in public." England reminded America who gave an impatient huff.
"Yeah, yeah. What do you mean I don't have to come? Do you not want me to come anymore?" America sounded hurt, which of course was ridiculous; he was going to do that same to England.
"I was just saying that you don't have to come if you don't want to, I'm not going to make you just to be polite. That way you won't have to invite me back to yours." England said stiffly, still not looking at America. This changed when America stopped, grabbed England's arm and spun him around so they were face to face. They were standing in one of the many shortcuts England knew.
"Hey." America said quietly, staring at England with an uncharacteristic seriousness, "why do you think that I suddenly don't want to come? What changed England?" England blinked and wanted to turn away but America's arms acted as a barrier.
"No country names, we're in public." England reminded him, avoiding the question.
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