Inseams and Master Swords [4/6]
Title: Inseams and Master Swords [4/6]
Genre: Humor, Romance
Pairing(s): USUK
Rating/Warnings: (PG), Shounen-ai (Boys love)
Summary: America needs help with his Halloween costume, and England can sew...
Once they were inside the large craft store, England headed towards the knit fabric, but made a quick detour to pick up embroidery thread.
“You're paying for this too,” England informed America as he selected several shades of the thread. America gave an annoyed grumble, but didn't otherwise voice his complaint as they continued to the knits.
England quickly walked up and down the rows, eyes scanning the bolts of material, while America meandered behind, feeling the texture of every fabric that caught his eye. The Englishman pulled out the picture of Link and closely examined white knits, testing how much they stretched, comparing the shades of white, and checking how see-through they were. When he finally found material he was satisfied with he checked how much was on the bolt, did some quick estimations, and pulled the fabric off the shelf and pushed it into America's arms saying, “Carry this.”
They walked to the cutting station briskly. England had the American lay the bolt down on the table as he told the attendant how much of the material he wanted. The woman smiled and measured out the amount, giving the two a look that reminded England frighteningly of Hungary. The woman finished cutting off the fabric, a knowing smile gracing her lips as she slid the fabric across the table towards the two men.
“Hey, England,” America asked, obviously uneasy and embarrassed, “how often do guys come in here?”
“Well,” the Englishman began, surprised that America had notice the lack of men in the store, “I come in here to get embroidery supplies and some couples come in to get upholstery fabric...” He trailed off knowing that he couldn't give the answer the man wanted to hear.
“Uh-huh,” the younger replied, the other man's answer obviously doing nothing to relieve him.
“Let's just pay and leave,” England muttered, leading the way to the register as quickly as he could reasonably go, now painfully aware eyes lingered on them a second longer than normal, not judging, but just assuming.
There was no line when they reached the check-out, so they went straight to the nearest register. They both deposited their loads: America, the fabric, and England, the thread. The cashier began to scan their item, then her eyes lit up in recognition.
“Arthur!” she exclaimed, “It's been awhile!”
England allowed his expression to relax as he responded to the girl, “Yes, I've been rather busy lately.”
“And who is this you've got with you? Your boyfriend?”
A furious blush appeared on the Englishman's face. “N-no. This is Alfred,” he replied, wishing the floor would just swallow him whole. “We- That is, our families are old friends...and we both work for our respective governments so...” England trailed off after reciting the basics of their cover-story.
Thankfully for England the cashier had finished ringing up their items, so she couldn't hold them there and attempt to get the American's number. She told them the cost with a smile on her face. The older man shot the younger one a look reminding him to pay, so America sheepishly dragged out his wallet, flipped it open, and pulled out his credit card, mumbling about how he was going to get charged conversion fees.
England picked up the bag and bid the young cashier farewell. As he turned to leave he heard his American counter-part begin to talk to the girl.
“So, I'm Alfred F. Jones! Hero Extraordinaire!”
The Englishman forcibly dragged his companion out of the store before the man could have the opportunity to ask her for her number. Once outside the British nation hissed a warning to America, “Don't seduce my citizens in front of me!”
America looked bewildered briefly, then smiled and replied to the other, “Still upset about the second world war? It's not my fault your girls couldn't keep their hands off my men.”
“Shut up!” England grumbled as he smacked the younger man lightly on the back of the head.
Genre: Humor, Romance
Pairing(s): USUK
Rating/Warnings: (PG), Shounen-ai (Boys love)
Summary: America needs help with his Halloween costume, and England can sew...
Once they were inside the large craft store, England headed towards the knit fabric, but made a quick detour to pick up embroidery thread.
“You're paying for this too,” England informed America as he selected several shades of the thread. America gave an annoyed grumble, but didn't otherwise voice his complaint as they continued to the knits.
England quickly walked up and down the rows, eyes scanning the bolts of material, while America meandered behind, feeling the texture of every fabric that caught his eye. The Englishman pulled out the picture of Link and closely examined white knits, testing how much they stretched, comparing the shades of white, and checking how see-through they were. When he finally found material he was satisfied with he checked how much was on the bolt, did some quick estimations, and pulled the fabric off the shelf and pushed it into America's arms saying, “Carry this.”
They walked to the cutting station briskly. England had the American lay the bolt down on the table as he told the attendant how much of the material he wanted. The woman smiled and measured out the amount, giving the two a look that reminded England frighteningly of Hungary. The woman finished cutting off the fabric, a knowing smile gracing her lips as she slid the fabric across the table towards the two men.
“Hey, England,” America asked, obviously uneasy and embarrassed, “how often do guys come in here?”
“Well,” the Englishman began, surprised that America had notice the lack of men in the store, “I come in here to get embroidery supplies and some couples come in to get upholstery fabric...” He trailed off knowing that he couldn't give the answer the man wanted to hear.
“Uh-huh,” the younger replied, the other man's answer obviously doing nothing to relieve him.
“Let's just pay and leave,” England muttered, leading the way to the register as quickly as he could reasonably go, now painfully aware eyes lingered on them a second longer than normal, not judging, but just assuming.
There was no line when they reached the check-out, so they went straight to the nearest register. They both deposited their loads: America, the fabric, and England, the thread. The cashier began to scan their item, then her eyes lit up in recognition.
“Arthur!” she exclaimed, “It's been awhile!”
England allowed his expression to relax as he responded to the girl, “Yes, I've been rather busy lately.”
“And who is this you've got with you? Your boyfriend?”
A furious blush appeared on the Englishman's face. “N-no. This is Alfred,” he replied, wishing the floor would just swallow him whole. “We- That is, our families are old friends...and we both work for our respective governments so...” England trailed off after reciting the basics of their cover-story.
Thankfully for England the cashier had finished ringing up their items, so she couldn't hold them there and attempt to get the American's number. She told them the cost with a smile on her face. The older man shot the younger one a look reminding him to pay, so America sheepishly dragged out his wallet, flipped it open, and pulled out his credit card, mumbling about how he was going to get charged conversion fees.
England picked up the bag and bid the young cashier farewell. As he turned to leave he heard his American counter-part begin to talk to the girl.
“So, I'm Alfred F. Jones! Hero Extraordinaire!”
The Englishman forcibly dragged his companion out of the store before the man could have the opportunity to ask her for her number. Once outside the British nation hissed a warning to America, “Don't seduce my citizens in front of me!”
America looked bewildered briefly, then smiled and replied to the other, “Still upset about the second world war? It's not my fault your girls couldn't keep their hands off my men.”
“Shut up!” England grumbled as he smacked the younger man lightly on the back of the head.