The Merits of Getting Caught Out in the Rain, USUK (3/3)
anonymous
September 23 2011, 20:18:05 UTC
England blushed to the tips of his ears as he rubbed his nose. “Why do you have choose such a trivial and embarrassing thing to compliment?”
To the Englishman’s surprise, America’s only reply to that was silence. England peered cautiously in his direction, and was astonished to find that though America’s gaze was fixed determinedly on the road before them, the previous light kiss of rosy pink in his cheeks had deepened, and he was biting his lower lip as if trying to make a difficult decision.
“…Do you want me to tell you the other things about you that I think are cute?” he asked eventually.
England was so shocked by this reply that he gave up on pretending that he wasn’t watching him and stared openly. “Th-there’s more…?” he asked hesitantly, trying not to sound hopeful (because he wasn’t. Honest!).
“Well… y-yeah,” America admitted. “There’re, um… actually quite a few things.”
It was as if England had fallen into some kind of surreal parallel universe where everything was backwards. This couldn’t really be happening. This man, the dense, obnoxious, beautiful, wonderful man, whom England had been trying to convince himself for years didn’t occupy his head as much as he really did, couldn’t be saying such things about him.
It’s a dream, England told himself. I’ll pinch myself and wake up in bed at my hotel. England pinched his thigh hard under the blanket and had to bite his lip to prevent himself from gasping in pain. This was really happening.
“Do… you wanna know…?” America asked uncertainly, still not looking at him as they pulled into his driveway.
America put his car in park and killed the engine before meeting England’s eyes at last. The look in his eyes was so vulnerable that it England’s heart was overwhelmed by the steadily growing bubble of joyful warmth. His gaze fell to the hand that America had just placed hopefully in the space between them.
He placed his own down beside it, just close enough that their fingertips could brush, testing the waters, wanting to make absolutely certain that he wasn’t going to find out that he was misinterpreting the situation. America moved his hand closer, slipping his fingers into the gaps between England’s in confirmation of England’s suspicions.
England’s breath caught in his chest. America was leaning closer over the center console and England felt absolutely no desire to stop him. And as their lips met at last, England was glad for the first time that day that he had gotten stuck out in the rain.
Re: The Merits of Getting Caught Out in the Rain, USUK (3/3)
anonymous
September 25 2011, 11:39:10 UTC
This is the previously intrested anon. God I loved this! Its so cute and differnt from the idea I have that I am writing up. America being all blushy and sweet saying that the sneeze is cute.
To OP, I am working on this fill still and hopefully it will get finsihed sometime soon. I'm sure you wont mind another fill!
To the Englishman’s surprise, America’s only reply to that was silence. England peered cautiously in his direction, and was astonished to find that though America’s gaze was fixed determinedly on the road before them, the previous light kiss of rosy pink in his cheeks had deepened, and he was biting his lower lip as if trying to make a difficult decision.
“…Do you want me to tell you the other things about you that I think are cute?” he asked eventually.
England was so shocked by this reply that he gave up on pretending that he wasn’t watching him and stared openly. “Th-there’s more…?” he asked hesitantly, trying not to sound hopeful (because he wasn’t. Honest!).
“Well… y-yeah,” America admitted. “There’re, um… actually quite a few things.”
It was as if England had fallen into some kind of surreal parallel universe where everything was backwards. This couldn’t really be happening. This man, the dense, obnoxious, beautiful, wonderful man, whom England had been trying to convince himself for years didn’t occupy his head as much as he really did, couldn’t be saying such things about him.
It’s a dream, England told himself. I’ll pinch myself and wake up in bed at my hotel. England pinched his thigh hard under the blanket and had to bite his lip to prevent himself from gasping in pain. This was really happening.
“Do… you wanna know…?” America asked uncertainly, still not looking at him as they pulled into his driveway.
America put his car in park and killed the engine before meeting England’s eyes at last. The look in his eyes was so vulnerable that it England’s heart was overwhelmed by the steadily growing bubble of joyful warmth. His gaze fell to the hand that America had just placed hopefully in the space between them.
He placed his own down beside it, just close enough that their fingertips could brush, testing the waters, wanting to make absolutely certain that he wasn’t going to find out that he was misinterpreting the situation. America moved his hand closer, slipping his fingers into the gaps between England’s in confirmation of England’s suspicions.
England’s breath caught in his chest. America was leaning closer over the center console and England felt absolutely no desire to stop him. And as their lips met at last, England was glad for the first time that day that he had gotten stuck out in the rain.
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Very cute.
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I loved this so much. <3 Like, you have no idea. The warm fuzzies just about killed me.
Oh my God, I can't think of anything coherent to say, so just let me spam hearts at you: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FILLING THIS! It was fantastic! *still dying of cuteness*
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God I loved this! Its so cute and differnt from the idea I have that I am writing up. America being all blushy and sweet saying that the sneeze is cute.
To OP, I am working on this fill still and hopefully it will get finsihed sometime soon. I'm sure you wont mind another fill!
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