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Comments, touches, glances that went on far longer than they should. Wasn’t it wrong to feel those things for the one who had turned him away so long ago? It was a shameful thing to still be so controlled by the past.
‘USA,’ UK began, pausing uncertainly in his scribbling of a new trade agreement. ‘How do you see me, these days?’
‘Hah-..haha. What are you asking that for? You’re still the same old fogey to me, UK.’ America rolled his eyes upward, a blush of exasperation on his cheeks.
UK clenched his suddenly shaking fists, face turned downward in contriteness. ‘Ah, I see…’
What difference did it make what had changed? It only mattered that things had.
*
His tea tasted bittersweet this time, UK thought, setting the fine teacup down on the table with a meticulous care. He jumped and almost dropped it all over himself when a loud banging came from the front door of his house.
Thick eyebrows pressed together in irritation, the tousle-haired nation walked swiftly to the source of the noise, expecting it to be another argument of sorts with his European neighbours.
Flinging the door open, the curses on his tongue died when he saw who it was.
‘Hey, England.’ His America greeted, turning around to face the older nation on his doorstep, the afternoon downpour doing it’s best to drench his body.
No umbrella. No jacket either.
The rain made his white shirt cling to his torso invitingly, tie hanging uselessly with water.
‘…You’ll catch your death of cold like that.’ UK managed to say, forehead creased in reproach.
America snorted softly at the rebuke and looked down for a moment. When he looked up again his eyes were suddenly striking with a strange seriousness.
‘It was a lie, you know.’ He said.
Nervousness crept into UK’s form. A lie? A lie…
Never had there been anyone in the world who greeted England like this. The green-eyed man stiltedly let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Ever the gentleman, he remembered his manners.
‘There’s no point in you standing out there, I suppose…’
England watched as America came up the steps and walked in without wiping his feet.
The nation strode slowly into what he knew was the shorter man’s favourite study and began eyeing the half-full cup of tea. UK followed right behind him, blushing and now against the intrusion.
‘Well? Say your piece!’ The green-eyed man stood in front of America and folded his arms. ‘You came here about a lie? Well then bloody well say something.’
An errant drop of water trailed down America’s neck as he looked at the shorter nation, blinking absently with a slight smile. ‘Now who’s being naïve?’
UK blushed at that. ‘What? America-’
USA came towards him and UK bit his lip as he was coaxed backwards. His heart pumped in fear and… excitement… when he felt the hard wall hit against his shoulder blades.
America gazed at him as he reached up and slowly pulled his soaked tie off, dropping it almost soundlessly to the rug. Blue eyes never left his own green ones as the taller nation continued, unhurriedly undoing the buttons of his shirt, translucent wet fabric opening bit by bit to reveal a path of smooth, humid skin.
UK’s breath sped up, heart racing and heat spreading like wild fire over his body.
Finally, America slid the wet article down his broad shoulders, peeling it away and letting it join his tie on the floor.
UK’s face burned, and he broke the gaze, swallowing thickly. ‘W-what is this…? Experimentation? Annexation?’ He tried to feel the spitefulness of long ago, but the words refused to have the full effect.
‘No,’ America denied, eyes clear behind his glasses. ‘It’s neither of those things. I don’t know what to call it…’ The taller blond said lowly and moved in, body hovering so dangerously close to the British man’s that every breath touched their fronts fleetingly together.
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