Arrow Bracket Three
Title: Arrow Bracket Three
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 831
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America/England
Rating/Warnings: G
Summary: America likes using smileys. England has difficulties figuring them out. So why not explain it with actions?
Close to You at usxuk Sweethearts Week 2012
<3
America has always been obnoxious in his text messages; with all his short forms and grammatical errors-England didn't even know where to begin. But what irritated him the most was neither his excessive usage of colloquialisms nor the lack of punctuations, but the smileys; half of which he couldn't even imagine on America's face, as expressive as he may be.
There were the simpler ones, like :D :) :(, those were... understandable but then there came things like :3 xD :S ... Really? How does one even twist their lips in such a manner? In the beginning, it had bugged him to no end but he eventually learnt to read past it. It was usually relatively easy to guess what the smileys meant. Usually. Until this came. His first assumption was that America is trying to tease him about his eyebrows and that it was some sort of smiley with a unibrow. Well, ha ha, how amusing.
If you are trying to make fun of me, America, it isn't very funny.
Of coz im nt! Im bein totally and completely srs!
England twitched at the 'language' he hesitated to even call English. It was tempting, to just ignore America, but it would be rude and with gritted teeth, he replied:
So it was an insult, then?
Wht? No! Wat r u talking abt???
It was amazing; the number of shortened variations America could come up with for a single word.
Don’t you pull the innocent act on me _l_ You are calling me a monobrow.
Woah woah woah! Language, man! N im nt calling u a unibrow, y wud u say tht??
This: <3.
Wait, wat? No! Its nt a unibrow thing i swear!
Right, and _l_ means let’s go out for a coffee.
So does tht mean were goin on a date?
England sputtered at the message.
No, it does not! Now stop texting me and leave me alone!
Ill hold u 2 that, Artie <3
England frowned at the new message and especially at the accursed smiley thing that mocked him. After about a minute, he finally sighed, put his mobile phone into standby and tossed it aside.
There was work to be done and he most certainly do not have any time for silly little guessing games.
A few hours later, England had finally finished with the last of his paperwork and he leant back into his chair with an exhausted sigh. Thanks to that git, he had been unable to fully concentrate and took a little longer than he would have liked to finish them.
It then hit him.
He could have just searched for the meaning online.
Groaning, he sprang up to lean towards his laptop, fingers tip-tapping quickly on the keyboard to enter the search term into the address bar. He was then interrupted by the loud sound of his doors being thrown open.
Surprised, he yelped (not squeaked) and jumped a little in his seat.
“ENGLAND!”
“What in the bloody-! When did you get to London?!”
America stepped in and the first thing that England noticed was that he had his arms tucked behind him. He was hiding something. “Just this morning, actually! I had some work in the embassy though and didn't have time to drop by until now! Aren’t you glad I came?”
England avoided answering the question. He hated to admit this but a little company is nice sometimes... And America being the company is actually quite the added bonus. "At least inform me of your arrival beforehand!"
America just grinned. He walked towards and around the desk, making sure he was facing England at all times. The Englishman frowned and subconsciously leant away, wary. He was definitely hiding something.
“So, did you find out what arrow bracket three means?”
At that, England huffed and crossed his arms, “I am sticking to my initial guess.”
America smiled, “Well, you’re wrong. But I, as the hero, will save you from being left in the dark.”
“You are hardly a he-...” He never got the chance to finish the sentence, as America had pulled him in towards him by the tie and closed whatever distance between them to place a soft kiss on his lips. It was brief and ended quickly, but it felt really nice nonetheless. England turned pink and his eyes darted to the sides, bashful.
“S-So, it means a kiss then?”
“You’re wrong again,” America said, pulling out from behind him what he had been hiding and showed it to the other.
<3
“You know this isn’t exactly helping...”
America shook his head, the piece of hair that always stuck up stubbornly above the rest bobbing endearingly along with that motion. He turned the paper anti-clockwise and held it between them.
“It means love.”
“Wha-...”
But America, being the rude, adorable idiot that he was, interrupted him yet again with another kiss.
I <3 you.
He might have just taken a special liking to it.
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 831
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America/England
Rating/Warnings: G
Summary: America likes using smileys. England has difficulties figuring them out. So why not explain it with actions?
Close to You at usxuk Sweethearts Week 2012
<3
America has always been obnoxious in his text messages; with all his short forms and grammatical errors-England didn't even know where to begin. But what irritated him the most was neither his excessive usage of colloquialisms nor the lack of punctuations, but the smileys; half of which he couldn't even imagine on America's face, as expressive as he may be.
There were the simpler ones, like :D :) :(, those were... understandable but then there came things like :3 xD :S ... Really? How does one even twist their lips in such a manner? In the beginning, it had bugged him to no end but he eventually learnt to read past it. It was usually relatively easy to guess what the smileys meant. Usually. Until this came. His first assumption was that America is trying to tease him about his eyebrows and that it was some sort of smiley with a unibrow. Well, ha ha, how amusing.
If you are trying to make fun of me, America, it isn't very funny.
Of coz im nt! Im bein totally and completely srs!
England twitched at the 'language' he hesitated to even call English. It was tempting, to just ignore America, but it would be rude and with gritted teeth, he replied:
So it was an insult, then?
Wht? No! Wat r u talking abt???
It was amazing; the number of shortened variations America could come up with for a single word.
Don’t you pull the innocent act on me _l_ You are calling me a monobrow.
Woah woah woah! Language, man! N im nt calling u a unibrow, y wud u say tht??
This: <3.
Wait, wat? No! Its nt a unibrow thing i swear!
Right, and _l_ means let’s go out for a coffee.
So does tht mean were goin on a date?
England sputtered at the message.
No, it does not! Now stop texting me and leave me alone!
Ill hold u 2 that, Artie <3
England frowned at the new message and especially at the accursed smiley thing that mocked him. After about a minute, he finally sighed, put his mobile phone into standby and tossed it aside.
There was work to be done and he most certainly do not have any time for silly little guessing games.
A few hours later, England had finally finished with the last of his paperwork and he leant back into his chair with an exhausted sigh. Thanks to that git, he had been unable to fully concentrate and took a little longer than he would have liked to finish them.
It then hit him.
He could have just searched for the meaning online.
Groaning, he sprang up to lean towards his laptop, fingers tip-tapping quickly on the keyboard to enter the search term into the address bar. He was then interrupted by the loud sound of his doors being thrown open.
Surprised, he yelped (not squeaked) and jumped a little in his seat.
“ENGLAND!”
“What in the bloody-! When did you get to London?!”
America stepped in and the first thing that England noticed was that he had his arms tucked behind him. He was hiding something. “Just this morning, actually! I had some work in the embassy though and didn't have time to drop by until now! Aren’t you glad I came?”
England avoided answering the question. He hated to admit this but a little company is nice sometimes... And America being the company is actually quite the added bonus. "At least inform me of your arrival beforehand!"
America just grinned. He walked towards and around the desk, making sure he was facing England at all times. The Englishman frowned and subconsciously leant away, wary. He was definitely hiding something.
“So, did you find out what arrow bracket three means?”
At that, England huffed and crossed his arms, “I am sticking to my initial guess.”
America smiled, “Well, you’re wrong. But I, as the hero, will save you from being left in the dark.”
“You are hardly a he-...” He never got the chance to finish the sentence, as America had pulled him in towards him by the tie and closed whatever distance between them to place a soft kiss on his lips. It was brief and ended quickly, but it felt really nice nonetheless. England turned pink and his eyes darted to the sides, bashful.
“S-So, it means a kiss then?”
“You’re wrong again,” America said, pulling out from behind him what he had been hiding and showed it to the other.
<3
“You know this isn’t exactly helping...”
America shook his head, the piece of hair that always stuck up stubbornly above the rest bobbing endearingly along with that motion. He turned the paper anti-clockwise and held it between them.
“It means love.”
“Wha-...”
But America, being the rude, adorable idiot that he was, interrupted him yet again with another kiss.
I <3 you.
He might have just taken a special liking to it.