Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
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England walked in, confused at how dark it was, and saw Alfred in front of the TV, watching a scene that he’d normally cringe and shiver and beg England to wrap his arms around him.
Instead, America seemed perfectly fine, bored even, as he watched the scene play out on the widescreen TV, doing nothing but hugging a pillow to his chest. England, not knowing how to react to this, flipped on the lights and dropped his bag to the floor.
America paused the movie and looked around, confused and surprised. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen and unable to do anything.
Both didn’t say anything, just stared. America finally found his voice and stuttered, “E-England?”
It seemed to break any sort of barrier between them, anything that prevented England to lash out in full hurt and betrayal.
“What…what are you doing?” England clenched his fists, and America scrambled out of his couch, started to say something, but was stopped.
“I thought you were terrified of horror movies. That’s why you always found someone to watch it with you. That’s why you always called me over and clung to me and trembled and couldn’t sleep at night. Then why the bloody hell are you not even flinching at that?” England rambled, not know what he was saying or why he was acting so moody.
Surely, America was going to hate him now. Surely, America was going to tell him to leave. Why couldn’t he control himself? It wasn’t anything. No, it’s not that big of a deal. But he felt hurt and betrayed and lied to. Why did America pretend?
“No, England, listen to me first!” America was rounding his couch to get to England, who backed away.
“Why are you pretending? Do you really not need me? What am I? Why?” It wasn’t about the horror movies anymore.
“England, calm down,” America said, standing in front of England now.
“I don’t know how to! You’re the only bloody person who could ever make me question myself and I’m always terrified I’m not ever going to be enough for you and do you really not-”
America leaned down and pulled England into a kiss, halting his rambling. He wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed their hips flush together. “Stop,” he breathed onto England’s lips, pressing their foreheads together. “Stop.”
“You don’t need me,” England said.
“And how do you know that? I need you next to me. I need you to kiss me. I need you to wrap your arms around me when I feel tired. I need you to let me know how much you love me. Because I can’t possibly be this happy without you.”
“Then why’d you-”
“What kind of excuse would I have to make you sleep next to me if I don’t say I can’t sleep at night?”
England was flustered and embarrassed and everything that made him snuggle his face in the nape of America’s chest.
“Then you aren’t afraid of ghosts,” he mumbled.
America smiled sheepishly, but England couldn’t see. “No, not really.”
“You aren’t really afraid of anything.”
“That’s not true,” America said genuinely.
England looked up, eyes questioning.
“I’m deathly afraid of one thing. And I beg of you, please be next to me the whole time.” America smiled and kissed England’s lips. He breathed onto his skin, and said, “Because the only thing that terrifies me to no end is the possibility of losing you.”
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