wuv you, man
anonymous
December 26 2010, 20:03:51 UTC
I hope this is ok, it's kinda short!
“I wuv you, Ingwand!” The small blonde smiled up at the Brit and he couldn’t help but smile back.
“I love you too, America.” He ruffled the blonde hair and picked the blonde up, America snuggled into his neck.
“Does that mean you’ll make me more scones when we get back home?” England smiled as he looked down into the Americans sky blue eyes.
“Of course.”
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America slumped over England’s shoulders, laughing. England had never seen America so drunk but his old colony finally looked 18, so he guessed the blonde could celebrate his birthday getting pissed off his knocker if he wanted too.
“You know what England?” he cheered, grinning his idiotic smile.
“What?” England questioned, humouring him.
“I love you.” America yelled loudly for everyone else on the street to hear them and England was slowly wishing he hadn’t offered to take the blonde home and had left Canada or France to have done so.
“You… you are amazing!” America continued. “You’re like the Anti-Hero to my Super Hero! Always there to insult and bad mouth but you help when it’s needed! And I love you for it, man!”
America moved in front of England and grabbed both on his shoulders, forcing England to look into those sky blue eyes.
“I… I love you for it, man!” America slumped forward onto England’s shoulder. “And… And if I ever get married you… You Mr. Anti-Hero are going to be my best man!”
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England lay down in America’s arms; he brushed the hair out of America’s closed eyes, his glasses resting on the side table that was just out of reach. England sighed. He kissed America’s cheeks.
“I love you, you yank.”
And just as he was about to ignore the American and go back to sleeping, he heard the soft whisper America sent back.
“I wuv you, Ingwand!” The small blonde smiled up at the Brit and he couldn’t help but smile back.
“I love you too, America.” He ruffled the blonde hair and picked the blonde up, America snuggled into his neck.
“Does that mean you’ll make me more scones when we get back home?” England smiled as he looked down into the Americans sky blue eyes.
“Of course.”
:::::::::
America slumped over England’s shoulders, laughing. England had never seen America so drunk but his old colony finally looked 18, so he guessed the blonde could celebrate his birthday getting pissed off his knocker if he wanted too.
“You know what England?” he cheered, grinning his idiotic smile.
“What?” England questioned, humouring him.
“I love you.” America yelled loudly for everyone else on the street to hear them and England was slowly wishing he hadn’t offered to take the blonde home and had left Canada or France to have done so.
“You… you are amazing!” America continued. “You’re like the Anti-Hero to my Super Hero! Always there to insult and bad mouth but you help when it’s needed! And I love you for it, man!”
America moved in front of England and grabbed both on his shoulders, forcing England to look into those sky blue eyes.
“I… I love you for it, man!” America slumped forward onto England’s shoulder. “And… And if I ever get married you… You Mr. Anti-Hero are going to be my best man!”
:::::::::
England lay down in America’s arms; he brushed the hair out of America’s closed eyes, his glasses resting on the side table that was just out of reach. England sighed. He kissed America’s cheeks.
“I love you, you yank.”
And just as he was about to ignore the American and go back to sleeping, he heard the soft whisper America sent back.
“I you too… Iggy…”
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