[fanfic] Fluffathon Prompt 2: Lounge
Title: Lounge
Author: me!
Rating/Warnings: G - none
Pairing(s): America/England
Prompt: "Bad day at the office, US/UK, both have had an awful day and find comfort and refuge in each other. From silliness like building a pillow fort and refusing to leave to just deciding to take the phone of the hook and ignore the rest of the world."
Notes: Hope this lived up to the requester's expectations! ^^
That week’s meetings had been brutal-all of them had, negotiations and starched politics dissolving into insult-slinging and shouting matches, from both sides. The stress had been building up, crackling like static in the air, and it collapsed into lightning when any two clashed.
He must have looked shit on the way out, because his boss gave him an unusually sympathetic look, clapping him on the back and commending his good work and telling him to go relax for the weekend.
He knew immediately upon seeing England that the other nation had fared no better. He imagined the weariness, frustration and exasperation was mirrored on his own face, the look translated between them coherent in a similar language, one of “good lord, let’s get the hell out of here.”
England dozed against America’s shoulder in the taxi on the way back to America’s New York apartment, and America was tempted to follow, but found enough solace in the peace of England’s face, relaxed in the quiet hum of the car engine, that he couldn’t let himself fall asleep.
America collapsed onto the couch once they had gotten up into the apartment, struggling to get out of his suit jacket without moving up off the cushions. England chuckled at his struggle, slumping down next to him and whacking him in the face with a pillow.
America laughed lightly, feeling himself relax slightly, and reaching out his arms in invitation, beckoning England into them. England crawled forward gratefully, going limp against America’s chest.
“Know what we should do?” America said, gently levying off the cushions and setting England down beside him.
England watched silently as America arranged pillows and blankets in the gap between the wall and the couch, a giddy, childish smile on his face. England smiled when America motioned for him to crawl in, and for a moment they both lay in the peaceful darkness under the blanket roof, staring up at the pinpricks of light spilling through the seams and cuddling down into the pillow floor.
“A pillow fort, America?” England said after a while, though it was far too relaxed to have his usual caustic skepticism.
“Isn’t it great?” America sighed, putting one hand behind his head and the other under England’s. England chuckled, letting it slip by without comment.
America’s home phone rang, piercing the silence with its ugly electronic buzz, and both of them sighed simultaneously-business had no common courtesy, it seemed.
“Probably your boss,” England muttered, but America simply rolled over, throwing an arm over England’s waist and sighing into the pillow.
“Can’t seem to care,” he mumbled, and England found he agreed, and they both lay quietly until the ringing stopped.
England jumped, some minutes later, when the ringing resumed, wrestling him from a peacefully light sleep. America growled beside him, pulling a pillow over his head and pushing it down, to muffle the noise. England laughed, ducking his head down under the pillow as well to nuzzle against America’s forehead.
“Should probably pick it up,” he whispered, a mournful note in his voice.
America did get up, hauling himself out of the fort, but England watched as he picked the phone up off the table and wrapped his hand in the cord connecting it to the wall.
“America, what are you-”
A quick, forceful yank, and cord was released from the phone jack, and America set it back down calmly on the table and crawled back in next to England, collapsing beside him with a sigh.
England wanted to argue the illogic behind ignoring possibly important calls, but being calm and peaceful in their little nest was far too tempting for him.
“Could’ve been important,” he said absently, knowing America would ignore him anyway. And America did, simply dragging England close and burying his face in his neck.
“Shut up and gimme a hug,” America grumbled, and England obligingly wrapped his arms around America’s head, holding him carefully.
Suddenly, the silence rang in England’s ears as the noise in the room dulled to his and America’s breathing. He could feel the tension slowly draining from America’s muscles, and America’s arms went limp against him.
England hadn’t realized how tense he was himself until he shifted slightly with America and his shoulders were surprisingly limp, the dull soreness gone from the weight-bearing muscles. He was unable to resist the contented sigh that slipped out, and his eyes slid closed lazily as the weight and warmth of America on top of him began to make him sleepy.
He supposed that America had been right. Time to relax with each other one in a while was alright.
Feeling safe and warm in their fort, England reclined against the pillows behind him, letting the last of the stress drip out as he slowly drifted into the most peaceful sleep he’d gotten in days.
Author: me!
Rating/Warnings: G - none
Pairing(s): America/England
Prompt: "Bad day at the office, US/UK, both have had an awful day and find comfort and refuge in each other. From silliness like building a pillow fort and refusing to leave to just deciding to take the phone of the hook and ignore the rest of the world."
Notes: Hope this lived up to the requester's expectations! ^^
That week’s meetings had been brutal-all of them had, negotiations and starched politics dissolving into insult-slinging and shouting matches, from both sides. The stress had been building up, crackling like static in the air, and it collapsed into lightning when any two clashed.
He must have looked shit on the way out, because his boss gave him an unusually sympathetic look, clapping him on the back and commending his good work and telling him to go relax for the weekend.
He knew immediately upon seeing England that the other nation had fared no better. He imagined the weariness, frustration and exasperation was mirrored on his own face, the look translated between them coherent in a similar language, one of “good lord, let’s get the hell out of here.”
England dozed against America’s shoulder in the taxi on the way back to America’s New York apartment, and America was tempted to follow, but found enough solace in the peace of England’s face, relaxed in the quiet hum of the car engine, that he couldn’t let himself fall asleep.
America collapsed onto the couch once they had gotten up into the apartment, struggling to get out of his suit jacket without moving up off the cushions. England chuckled at his struggle, slumping down next to him and whacking him in the face with a pillow.
America laughed lightly, feeling himself relax slightly, and reaching out his arms in invitation, beckoning England into them. England crawled forward gratefully, going limp against America’s chest.
“Know what we should do?” America said, gently levying off the cushions and setting England down beside him.
England watched silently as America arranged pillows and blankets in the gap between the wall and the couch, a giddy, childish smile on his face. England smiled when America motioned for him to crawl in, and for a moment they both lay in the peaceful darkness under the blanket roof, staring up at the pinpricks of light spilling through the seams and cuddling down into the pillow floor.
“A pillow fort, America?” England said after a while, though it was far too relaxed to have his usual caustic skepticism.
“Isn’t it great?” America sighed, putting one hand behind his head and the other under England’s. England chuckled, letting it slip by without comment.
America’s home phone rang, piercing the silence with its ugly electronic buzz, and both of them sighed simultaneously-business had no common courtesy, it seemed.
“Probably your boss,” England muttered, but America simply rolled over, throwing an arm over England’s waist and sighing into the pillow.
“Can’t seem to care,” he mumbled, and England found he agreed, and they both lay quietly until the ringing stopped.
England jumped, some minutes later, when the ringing resumed, wrestling him from a peacefully light sleep. America growled beside him, pulling a pillow over his head and pushing it down, to muffle the noise. England laughed, ducking his head down under the pillow as well to nuzzle against America’s forehead.
“Should probably pick it up,” he whispered, a mournful note in his voice.
America did get up, hauling himself out of the fort, but England watched as he picked the phone up off the table and wrapped his hand in the cord connecting it to the wall.
“America, what are you-”
A quick, forceful yank, and cord was released from the phone jack, and America set it back down calmly on the table and crawled back in next to England, collapsing beside him with a sigh.
England wanted to argue the illogic behind ignoring possibly important calls, but being calm and peaceful in their little nest was far too tempting for him.
“Could’ve been important,” he said absently, knowing America would ignore him anyway. And America did, simply dragging England close and burying his face in his neck.
“Shut up and gimme a hug,” America grumbled, and England obligingly wrapped his arms around America’s head, holding him carefully.
Suddenly, the silence rang in England’s ears as the noise in the room dulled to his and America’s breathing. He could feel the tension slowly draining from America’s muscles, and America’s arms went limp against him.
England hadn’t realized how tense he was himself until he shifted slightly with America and his shoulders were surprisingly limp, the dull soreness gone from the weight-bearing muscles. He was unable to resist the contented sigh that slipped out, and his eyes slid closed lazily as the weight and warmth of America on top of him began to make him sleepy.
He supposed that America had been right. Time to relax with each other one in a while was alright.
Feeling safe and warm in their fort, England reclined against the pillows behind him, letting the last of the stress drip out as he slowly drifted into the most peaceful sleep he’d gotten in days.