[Hetalia] "Make Him Smile"
Written for the prompt Smile at the usxuk Summer Camp Challenge
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Title: "Make Him Smile"
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: USxUK
Prompt: 5. Damn him for making me smile @ 5_prompts
Words: 1,113
Rating: PG-13 for potential innuendos
Summary: England had a horrible day at work, and came home to find America waiting to make him smile.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
England had feeling that this was not going to be a good day. France had drunk dialed him at three in the morning and every time he had hung up, France simply called again. He had been trapped on the phone until his alarm went off because France seemed to know when he had simply set the phone down and was no longer listening. So with the memory of France’s mutterings, ranging from angry rants about wars hundreds of years ago to terms of endearment, he had managed to escape to a shower that had been, of all things, freezing. There was something wrong with his pipes again and so he merely suffered. Next he did not have much time to eat breakfast and was rushing out the door. He was barely able to leave a note for America that he would most likely be working late. The fact that his lover was arriving today did not make the prospect of his day any easier.
His day was spent in seemingly endless meetings and reading vast piles of political documents. His neck ached and he stumbled home in an exhausted daze. He wanted nothing more at the moment than to collapse on his bed and perhaps drink a pint, in any order necessary. He did not want to deal with anyone. He wanted to be able to complain and grump in the privacy of his own home and company.
However, he opened his door to the grinning, energetic face of his lover. “Welcome home, Arthur!” America greeted warmly. England tried to swallow his urge to groan, as much as he like seeing America, he was not sure that his foul mood would be subsided with America’s presence alone. Somehow he had forgotten that he would be waiting for him to come home. That was why his phone had been buzzing all day. He brushed past him and settled down on the couch. America’s smile dropped a little and he followed him over to the sofa, sitting down beside him.
“Did I do something wrong?” England wanted to sigh loudly, why did America have to use that voice, the small voice that made him sound so vulnerable that England just wanted to wrap him up in his arms and never let go. He knew he would see the pleading eyes if he looked at the other man, so he closed his eyes and leaned back into the cushions, willing the stiffness in his shoulders away.
“It’s not you, Alfred, I am simply tired.” And done with people for the day. He crossed his arms and furrowed his brow slightly, thinking back on his day.
“And grumpy, apparently.” America said as he poked at his cheek. England batted him away.
“Shut up.”
“I know a way to make you not grumpy.” Before England could make a sarcastic reply he felt America’s body scooting closer to him, gathering him into his arms. America pulled him off balance which caused him to fall into the larger man’s chest. He blushed fiercely.
“Let go of me, git... ah!” he gasped as America pressed his lips against his neck, sucking gently and he felt himself begin to melt into his arms. “You leave a mark and I will end you!” he protested, smacking America lightly on the shoulder, trying to cover up the fact that butterflies were invading his stomach. America trailed his lips up England’s throat and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.
“Would I do that to you?”
“You have and you will! Really, I’m not in the mood. Unhand me at once!” He pushed away from him, lightly, trying to ignore the disappointed look on America’s face. He knew that if he looked at him he would give in. America released him and sat back with a pitiful look on his face. England closed his eyes again, hoping America would take the hint and go find something else to do.
“Come here.” America said after a few moments. England cracked an eye and gave him a look, “Don’t look so suspicious! You look all stiff, and I want to make you feel better.” America opened his arms making a space for England to sit. England scooted over, turning his back to him. America’s hands descended on his shoulders, pressing in gently, beginning the massage. England hissed.
“That hurts, you idiot!”
“Well, you’ve got giant knots going on back here! You know what, lay down, that way I can get more pressure.” England flushed a little bit, why didn’t the other watch his words? He did as he was asked anyway, desiring the pain in his muscles to subside. He lay down on the sofa and felt America lean over his back and pressed his fingers into his shoulder once again. England bit back the groan from the pain and focused on America’s warmth and strong fingers that began lulling him into relaxation.
He was beginning to feel better as the tension drained from his body. He didn’t even protest when America settled closer to him and began to kiss the back of his neck. England shifted, turning over so that he was now facing America. He pulled the younger man to him and kissed him gently. “Thank you, love.”
“See, I knew I could make you smile.” He grinned widely as England reached up and touched his own face, indeed a contented smile now existed there. The soft smile morphed into a smirk.
“Don’t look so smug, Alfred, I can think of a few faces I can create on your own face.”
“Awesome! I’d love it if you gave me a massage.” England’s smile disappeared and was replaced with an annoyed scowl.
England tried to sit up and push him off him, which was no easy feat considering the other was such a behemoth. “Not what I meant, you dolt!”
“I know what you meant, I’m not stupid.” America said, turning his head so that he could look at England over his shoulder.
“You sure do act like it!”
“But you love me anyway.”
“Unfortunately, yes.” England replied, his expression softening, however, he kept his displeased look in place. He just looked slightly less displease now.
“Awww... you’re frowning now. I guess I’m going to have to find a way to make you smile again.” He pressed a kiss to England’s mouth again, pulling him close to his body. England wrapped an arm around him and kissed him back. America smiled at him when they broke the kiss.
“I love you.”
England smiled, “I love you too.”
The look was so sweet that America couldn’t even find the right words to tease him about it.
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Title: "Make Him Smile"
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: USxUK
Prompt: 5. Damn him for making me smile @ 5_prompts
Words: 1,113
Rating: PG-13 for potential innuendos
Summary: England had a horrible day at work, and came home to find America waiting to make him smile.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
England had feeling that this was not going to be a good day. France had drunk dialed him at three in the morning and every time he had hung up, France simply called again. He had been trapped on the phone until his alarm went off because France seemed to know when he had simply set the phone down and was no longer listening. So with the memory of France’s mutterings, ranging from angry rants about wars hundreds of years ago to terms of endearment, he had managed to escape to a shower that had been, of all things, freezing. There was something wrong with his pipes again and so he merely suffered. Next he did not have much time to eat breakfast and was rushing out the door. He was barely able to leave a note for America that he would most likely be working late. The fact that his lover was arriving today did not make the prospect of his day any easier.
His day was spent in seemingly endless meetings and reading vast piles of political documents. His neck ached and he stumbled home in an exhausted daze. He wanted nothing more at the moment than to collapse on his bed and perhaps drink a pint, in any order necessary. He did not want to deal with anyone. He wanted to be able to complain and grump in the privacy of his own home and company.
However, he opened his door to the grinning, energetic face of his lover. “Welcome home, Arthur!” America greeted warmly. England tried to swallow his urge to groan, as much as he like seeing America, he was not sure that his foul mood would be subsided with America’s presence alone. Somehow he had forgotten that he would be waiting for him to come home. That was why his phone had been buzzing all day. He brushed past him and settled down on the couch. America’s smile dropped a little and he followed him over to the sofa, sitting down beside him.
“Did I do something wrong?” England wanted to sigh loudly, why did America have to use that voice, the small voice that made him sound so vulnerable that England just wanted to wrap him up in his arms and never let go. He knew he would see the pleading eyes if he looked at the other man, so he closed his eyes and leaned back into the cushions, willing the stiffness in his shoulders away.
“It’s not you, Alfred, I am simply tired.” And done with people for the day. He crossed his arms and furrowed his brow slightly, thinking back on his day.
“And grumpy, apparently.” America said as he poked at his cheek. England batted him away.
“Shut up.”
“I know a way to make you not grumpy.” Before England could make a sarcastic reply he felt America’s body scooting closer to him, gathering him into his arms. America pulled him off balance which caused him to fall into the larger man’s chest. He blushed fiercely.
“Let go of me, git... ah!” he gasped as America pressed his lips against his neck, sucking gently and he felt himself begin to melt into his arms. “You leave a mark and I will end you!” he protested, smacking America lightly on the shoulder, trying to cover up the fact that butterflies were invading his stomach. America trailed his lips up England’s throat and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.
“Would I do that to you?”
“You have and you will! Really, I’m not in the mood. Unhand me at once!” He pushed away from him, lightly, trying to ignore the disappointed look on America’s face. He knew that if he looked at him he would give in. America released him and sat back with a pitiful look on his face. England closed his eyes again, hoping America would take the hint and go find something else to do.
“Come here.” America said after a few moments. England cracked an eye and gave him a look, “Don’t look so suspicious! You look all stiff, and I want to make you feel better.” America opened his arms making a space for England to sit. England scooted over, turning his back to him. America’s hands descended on his shoulders, pressing in gently, beginning the massage. England hissed.
“That hurts, you idiot!”
“Well, you’ve got giant knots going on back here! You know what, lay down, that way I can get more pressure.” England flushed a little bit, why didn’t the other watch his words? He did as he was asked anyway, desiring the pain in his muscles to subside. He lay down on the sofa and felt America lean over his back and pressed his fingers into his shoulder once again. England bit back the groan from the pain and focused on America’s warmth and strong fingers that began lulling him into relaxation.
He was beginning to feel better as the tension drained from his body. He didn’t even protest when America settled closer to him and began to kiss the back of his neck. England shifted, turning over so that he was now facing America. He pulled the younger man to him and kissed him gently. “Thank you, love.”
“See, I knew I could make you smile.” He grinned widely as England reached up and touched his own face, indeed a contented smile now existed there. The soft smile morphed into a smirk.
“Don’t look so smug, Alfred, I can think of a few faces I can create on your own face.”
“Awesome! I’d love it if you gave me a massage.” England’s smile disappeared and was replaced with an annoyed scowl.
England tried to sit up and push him off him, which was no easy feat considering the other was such a behemoth. “Not what I meant, you dolt!”
“I know what you meant, I’m not stupid.” America said, turning his head so that he could look at England over his shoulder.
“You sure do act like it!”
“But you love me anyway.”
“Unfortunately, yes.” England replied, his expression softening, however, he kept his displeased look in place. He just looked slightly less displease now.
“Awww... you’re frowning now. I guess I’m going to have to find a way to make you smile again.” He pressed a kiss to England’s mouth again, pulling him close to his body. England wrapped an arm around him and kissed him back. America smiled at him when they broke the kiss.
“I love you.”
England smiled, “I love you too.”
The look was so sweet that America couldn’t even find the right words to tease him about it.