Re: The Height of Love
anonymous
August 11 2012, 03:33:54 UTC
After a quick lunch and America’s promised ice cream (England refraining from purchasing any for himself, as he really couldn’t stand it most days), the two headed through the city, stopping where they wanted and never straying for too long from the main streets (save for a few heated kisses in an abandoned alley-way).
It wasn’t England’s favorite thing in the world, but America looked as excited as ever when he got to stop in a proper English telephone booth. “I’m calling Canada!” he announced with a grin, his usual silliness returning with a vengeance. He dialed the number before anyone could stop him.
“Oh? And what do you plan on telling him?” England asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew the phone was still ringing and took full advantage of it. “That you’ve been prancing all around London? Or that on our anniversary, I’m ‘withholding’ the best event of the day?”
America looked up, eyes wide with hope. “I knew you had more planned! When are we gonna go do it? What is it? Where?” he asked, and when England didn’t immediately answer his questions-as quickly as they came, at least-he dragged the other nation into the telephone booth with him. “Seriously! You can’t just say something like that and then not tell me!”
England chuckled, slipping out of the other’s grip with practiced ease, then pushing himself as far away from the other nation as the booth would allow. “Ah-ah-ah… No spoiling the surprise. In fact, I’ll have to ask you to put a blindfold on later this evening, so you don’t see where we’re going too soon.”
“You’re so mean, doing something that underhanded!” America all-but-wailed at his partner. “Can’t you just give me a hint? Even just a little one?”
“No, because then you’ll ask for more hints until I give it away completely,” England said firmly. When his partner didn’t immediately stop looking curious, he stood up straighter and pulled the other into a kiss. America gave up quickly enough after that, and seemed a little disoriented for just a moment.
It was then that they both realized that the phone had been on the whole time, evident by Canada’s voice on the other end. …”Um, why did you call this number? Is this America?”
England rolled his eyes and hung the phone up, giving America his best ‘you meant to do that, didn’t you?’ look. “You’re going to give your brother mental scarring one of these days,” he teased, grabbing the other by the collar of his shirt again.
America grinned, thinking that he was being pulled in for another kiss, but yelped in surprise when he was instead pulled rather forcefully out of the booth and back into the street. England smirked at him, but America just gave him a bewildered look. “What was that for?”
“Just to keep you on your toes, love. And to make sure that you didn’t try to start anything in there,” England said with a softer smile (though no less mischievous), leaning forward to give him a proper kiss. “Now, shall we?”
“We shall.” America laughed. “And, uh, where exactly ‘shall’ we be going?”
“Ah, just to a lovely little bookstore-slash-movie-rental-slash-antique-store…” England said innocently. “And it might happen to be holding an early release of a movie you’ve been dying to see for, say, the past five or ten years… Maybe twenty, even…”
“What movie?” America begged, eyes wide. Mentally, he tried to piece the clues together, but evidently he’d never been a good detective for a reason, and couldn’t figure it out past that it was probably based off of a British movie.
England smiled rather smugly. “Think about the only Lord of the Rings book that hasn’t come out on film yet.”
“The Hobbit?!” America exclaimed, blinking rapidly. “Seriously?!”
“Yes, yes, I’d hardly get that excited over it.” England chuckled. “We can watch it tonight after we’re finished looking around and once we’ve had our fun with the main event.”
It wasn’t England’s favorite thing in the world, but America looked as excited as ever when he got to stop in a proper English telephone booth.
“I’m calling Canada!” he announced with a grin, his usual silliness returning with a vengeance. He dialed the number before anyone could stop him.
“Oh? And what do you plan on telling him?” England asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew the phone was still ringing and took full advantage of it. “That you’ve been prancing all around London? Or that on our anniversary, I’m ‘withholding’ the best event of the day?”
America looked up, eyes wide with hope. “I knew you had more planned! When are we gonna go do it? What is it? Where?” he asked, and when England didn’t immediately answer his questions-as quickly as they came, at least-he dragged the other nation into the telephone booth with him. “Seriously! You can’t just say something like that and then not tell me!”
England chuckled, slipping out of the other’s grip with practiced ease, then pushing himself as far away from the other nation as the booth would allow. “Ah-ah-ah… No spoiling the surprise. In fact, I’ll have to ask you to put a blindfold on later this evening, so you don’t see where we’re going too soon.”
“You’re so mean, doing something that underhanded!” America all-but-wailed at his partner. “Can’t you just give me a hint? Even just a little one?”
“No, because then you’ll ask for more hints until I give it away completely,” England said firmly. When his partner didn’t immediately stop looking curious, he stood up straighter and pulled the other into a kiss. America gave up quickly enough after that, and seemed a little disoriented for just a moment.
It was then that they both realized that the phone had been on the whole time, evident by Canada’s voice on the other end. …”Um, why did you call this number? Is this America?”
England rolled his eyes and hung the phone up, giving America his best ‘you meant to do that, didn’t you?’ look. “You’re going to give your brother mental scarring one of these days,” he teased, grabbing the other by the collar of his shirt again.
America grinned, thinking that he was being pulled in for another kiss, but yelped in surprise when he was instead pulled rather forcefully out of the booth and back into the street. England smirked at him, but America just gave him a bewildered look. “What was that for?”
“Just to keep you on your toes, love. And to make sure that you didn’t try to start anything in there,” England said with a softer smile (though no less mischievous), leaning forward to give him a proper kiss. “Now, shall we?”
“We shall.” America laughed. “And, uh, where exactly ‘shall’ we be going?”
“Ah, just to a lovely little bookstore-slash-movie-rental-slash-antique-store…” England said innocently. “And it might happen to be holding an early release of a movie you’ve been dying to see for, say, the past five or ten years… Maybe twenty, even…”
“What movie?” America begged, eyes wide. Mentally, he tried to piece the clues together, but evidently he’d never been a good detective for a reason, and couldn’t figure it out past that it was probably based off of a British movie.
England smiled rather smugly. “Think about the only Lord of the Rings book that hasn’t come out on film yet.”
“The Hobbit?!” America exclaimed, blinking rapidly. “Seriously?!”
“Yes, yes, I’d hardly get that excited over it.” England chuckled. “We can watch it tonight after we’re finished looking around and once we’ve had our fun with the main event.”
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