Across the Atlantic
Title: Across the Atlantic
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Pairing(s): USUK
Word Count: 1,102
Rating/Warnings: 12, swearing and sexual innuendos.
Summary: Across the Atlantic, it's hard to keep a relationship going so you have to stay in touch anyway you can. A typical phone conversation between England and America. Done for the ' Collision of Worlds' prompt.
"Hello, America, how was your day?"
"It was great! My boss and I were talking about getting the White House this massive pool to go on the roof, where it could be seen from space! I thought it was a good idea, because, you know, space is always good, but my boss did point out that my economy ain't so great at the mo, so I might need to hold back on expensive swimming pools until it's certain that my people won't blame my boss for it."
"Why were you even thinking about swimming pools anyway?"
"It's been really hot here and I just kept wishing there was, like, a swimming pool right outside the window of the Office so I could leap right into it. But there wasn't and I was stuck in boring meetings all morning."
"Poor baby."
"You don't have to be quite so sarcastic. I wanted sympathy!"
"Yes I do. Besides, I could hear you pouting from here. Honestly, America, a grown man pouting."
"I wasn't pouting!"
"Sure, you weren't."
"How was your day, England?"
"Nice use of distraction by being polite. I'll let it go since I know that being polite must have been hard for you. Yes, my day went very well. It's stopped being so hot at the moment and everyone feeling a lot better for it."
"Is this my hot or your hot?"
"My hot. Your hot is a desert."
"Nuh uh! It's just not wimpy like your hot. Hey, what just pinged?"
"That was the timer. I'm making biscuits."
"Cookies."
"No, last time I checked they were definitely biscuits. They're not big and flat or have lots of chocolate chips in them. They're ginger biscuits."
"Hey, I remember you making them for me last time I was there! That was one of the things you can actually cook!"
"Oi! I can cook loads of recipes!"
"I suppose you can cook them. Cook them well on the other hand, is a completely different matter."
"Ungrateful brat. That's the last time I ever cook for you."
"As long as you stop cooking your scones and make ginger biscuits only, I can get behind that."
"You really like them that much?"
"Yeah, they're awesome!"
"....I miss you, America."
"Hey, hey, we agreed that we wouldn't do this. We both know it and it just makes us feel worse during the phone call. I don't want you to feel bad, England."
"I've been waiting for your call all day. How pathetic is that?"
"Not pathetic at all, since I've been doing the same thing and heroes can't be pathetic."
"Heroes can't be anything, according to you."
"Nah. They can be brave and heroic, how else would they know they could protect their loved ones?"
"America... Bloody bastard, you're making me cry!"
"Ah, I really don't want to do that. Especially when I'm not there to kiss and hug you until you stop."
"You wouldn't do that. You would do something silly to make you laugh."
"Sometimes, I think I make you laugh unintentionally rather than intentionally most of the time."
"Maybe."
"See, there it is! You laughed and I definitely did not tell a joke."
"I laugh at everyone."
"No, you don't."
"Fine, I only laugh at the people I find funny."
"Awww, you're making me feel all gooey and melty inside like a marshmallow that's left out in the sun too long."
"Romantic."
"You know, I'm pretty sure that was sarcasm. Are you laughing at me again?"
"Only a little. I've stopped crying now. Even from across the Atlantic, you manage that."
"Do you think I could get an Olympic Medal in the personification of England? Inside and outside?"
"Hell, don't make me take back what I said about you being romantic by making sexual innuendos."
"I wasn't making sexual innuendos. If you hear one, then you obviously have a perverted mind. That's not my fault. But... are you thinking about it?"
"We haven't seen each other in four months, of course I'm thinking about it."
"You are just one giant pervert, aren't you?"
"At least I freely admit it. You're perverted but would never own up to it."
"I am not! Heroes are never perverted!"
"Yeah, riiiight. So, what you said last time about thinking about me naked so many times during the day?"
"That's... That's... Damn it, England, stop making me picture you naked! This is hard enough as it is!"
"Pun intended?"
"Oh, God."
"Alright, alright. Phone sex another night. Stop whimpering already, I thought heroes weren't perverted? Anyway, I hope you've got something good for supper. Not fast food in other words."
"..."
"America, are you still there?"
"Yeah, sure! Just had to think of something incredibly unattractive and not listen to your voice for a second, but I'm good. Now."
"I am so incredibly flattered."
"I can hear the smile in your voice. England, stop teasing me!"
"I would never. But yes I am smiling. This phone call has put me in a very good mood."
"Er... Okay. Well that's good. What I was going for actually?"
"Oh, yes."
"Anyway, what was the question?"
"I was just saying that I hoped you had something good for supper. Not your rubbish fast food."
"Hey, my fast food is delicious! But, yeah, it might not be the healthiest of foods. I'm actually having pasta tonight. Hey, do you ever wonder how people came up with foods?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like who looked at a chicken and thought, 'I'm going to eat what next comes out of it' and strike lucky when it wasn't crap?"
"That is a... lovely image, America, and I thank you for putting in my head. I might have to delay my supper of scrambled eggs on toast for a while."
"Heh, sorry, England. Forgot it might be dinner time there."
"Yes, well. I was making ginger biscuits for pudding afterwards."
"England, I have to go."
"What? Why?"
"My lunch break's over and I have to go back to this meeting. We've all had really short lunch breaks so we can finish earlier. I'm going to try and call later, alright?"
"Yes, okay. I love you, America."
"Love you too, England."
"I'll be waiting for your call."
"As soon as I finish the last meeting, I'll be on the phone to you. Love you."
"Love you too."
"(Yes, I'll be there in a minute.) Meetings will finish at five hopefully and I'll give you a call as soon as I finish."
"America."
"Yeah?"
"Go to your meeting. I know you're late. I love you."
"Love you too."
Click.
Click.
Have, like the sappiest fic ever to make up for all the angst I've sent your way during the summer camp. I've really enjoyed it! And, I swear, after the USxUK Olympics, I'll get back into writing some of the sequels/other chapters I have to do.
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Pairing(s): USUK
Word Count: 1,102
Rating/Warnings: 12, swearing and sexual innuendos.
Summary: Across the Atlantic, it's hard to keep a relationship going so you have to stay in touch anyway you can. A typical phone conversation between England and America. Done for the ' Collision of Worlds' prompt.
"Hello, America, how was your day?"
"It was great! My boss and I were talking about getting the White House this massive pool to go on the roof, where it could be seen from space! I thought it was a good idea, because, you know, space is always good, but my boss did point out that my economy ain't so great at the mo, so I might need to hold back on expensive swimming pools until it's certain that my people won't blame my boss for it."
"Why were you even thinking about swimming pools anyway?"
"It's been really hot here and I just kept wishing there was, like, a swimming pool right outside the window of the Office so I could leap right into it. But there wasn't and I was stuck in boring meetings all morning."
"Poor baby."
"You don't have to be quite so sarcastic. I wanted sympathy!"
"Yes I do. Besides, I could hear you pouting from here. Honestly, America, a grown man pouting."
"I wasn't pouting!"
"Sure, you weren't."
"How was your day, England?"
"Nice use of distraction by being polite. I'll let it go since I know that being polite must have been hard for you. Yes, my day went very well. It's stopped being so hot at the moment and everyone feeling a lot better for it."
"Is this my hot or your hot?"
"My hot. Your hot is a desert."
"Nuh uh! It's just not wimpy like your hot. Hey, what just pinged?"
"That was the timer. I'm making biscuits."
"Cookies."
"No, last time I checked they were definitely biscuits. They're not big and flat or have lots of chocolate chips in them. They're ginger biscuits."
"Hey, I remember you making them for me last time I was there! That was one of the things you can actually cook!"
"Oi! I can cook loads of recipes!"
"I suppose you can cook them. Cook them well on the other hand, is a completely different matter."
"Ungrateful brat. That's the last time I ever cook for you."
"As long as you stop cooking your scones and make ginger biscuits only, I can get behind that."
"You really like them that much?"
"Yeah, they're awesome!"
"....I miss you, America."
"Hey, hey, we agreed that we wouldn't do this. We both know it and it just makes us feel worse during the phone call. I don't want you to feel bad, England."
"I've been waiting for your call all day. How pathetic is that?"
"Not pathetic at all, since I've been doing the same thing and heroes can't be pathetic."
"Heroes can't be anything, according to you."
"Nah. They can be brave and heroic, how else would they know they could protect their loved ones?"
"America... Bloody bastard, you're making me cry!"
"Ah, I really don't want to do that. Especially when I'm not there to kiss and hug you until you stop."
"You wouldn't do that. You would do something silly to make you laugh."
"Sometimes, I think I make you laugh unintentionally rather than intentionally most of the time."
"Maybe."
"See, there it is! You laughed and I definitely did not tell a joke."
"I laugh at everyone."
"No, you don't."
"Fine, I only laugh at the people I find funny."
"Awww, you're making me feel all gooey and melty inside like a marshmallow that's left out in the sun too long."
"Romantic."
"You know, I'm pretty sure that was sarcasm. Are you laughing at me again?"
"Only a little. I've stopped crying now. Even from across the Atlantic, you manage that."
"Do you think I could get an Olympic Medal in the personification of England? Inside and outside?"
"Hell, don't make me take back what I said about you being romantic by making sexual innuendos."
"I wasn't making sexual innuendos. If you hear one, then you obviously have a perverted mind. That's not my fault. But... are you thinking about it?"
"We haven't seen each other in four months, of course I'm thinking about it."
"You are just one giant pervert, aren't you?"
"At least I freely admit it. You're perverted but would never own up to it."
"I am not! Heroes are never perverted!"
"Yeah, riiiight. So, what you said last time about thinking about me naked so many times during the day?"
"That's... That's... Damn it, England, stop making me picture you naked! This is hard enough as it is!"
"Pun intended?"
"Oh, God."
"Alright, alright. Phone sex another night. Stop whimpering already, I thought heroes weren't perverted? Anyway, I hope you've got something good for supper. Not fast food in other words."
"..."
"America, are you still there?"
"Yeah, sure! Just had to think of something incredibly unattractive and not listen to your voice for a second, but I'm good. Now."
"I am so incredibly flattered."
"I can hear the smile in your voice. England, stop teasing me!"
"I would never. But yes I am smiling. This phone call has put me in a very good mood."
"Er... Okay. Well that's good. What I was going for actually?"
"Oh, yes."
"Anyway, what was the question?"
"I was just saying that I hoped you had something good for supper. Not your rubbish fast food."
"Hey, my fast food is delicious! But, yeah, it might not be the healthiest of foods. I'm actually having pasta tonight. Hey, do you ever wonder how people came up with foods?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like who looked at a chicken and thought, 'I'm going to eat what next comes out of it' and strike lucky when it wasn't crap?"
"That is a... lovely image, America, and I thank you for putting in my head. I might have to delay my supper of scrambled eggs on toast for a while."
"Heh, sorry, England. Forgot it might be dinner time there."
"Yes, well. I was making ginger biscuits for pudding afterwards."
"England, I have to go."
"What? Why?"
"My lunch break's over and I have to go back to this meeting. We've all had really short lunch breaks so we can finish earlier. I'm going to try and call later, alright?"
"Yes, okay. I love you, America."
"Love you too, England."
"I'll be waiting for your call."
"As soon as I finish the last meeting, I'll be on the phone to you. Love you."
"Love you too."
"(Yes, I'll be there in a minute.) Meetings will finish at five hopefully and I'll give you a call as soon as I finish."
"America."
"Yeah?"
"Go to your meeting. I know you're late. I love you."
"Love you too."
Click.
Click.
Have, like the sappiest fic ever to make up for all the angst I've sent your way during the summer camp. I've really enjoyed it! And, I swear, after the USxUK Olympics, I'll get back into writing some of the sequels/other chapters I have to do.