Stickers
Title: Stickers
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Word Count: 1,219
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America/England
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Glow-in-the-dark stickers... Lots of things you can do with them, you could recreate the night sky or well, get creative with it like America did.
Table/Prompt: Romance/20.Sleepover at hetachallenge
“Remind me again why you're here.”
“A sleepover, England! A sleepover! It'd be fun!” America exaclaimed, throwing his arms up in emphasis of just how delightful this unplanned event is going to be. “You really are getting old, aren't you?”
“It was a rhetorical question. And the last I remembered, a sleepover actually requires having an invitation from the host.”
“Alrighty then! I hereby officially invite you to my awesome sleepover!”
“You are in my house.”
“Doesn't matter since I'm the one who called for this! Look, I even went through the trouble of bringing an extra sleeping bag just for you!” America said and proceeded to pull out two sleeping bags from the large - he now knew why - luggage he brought along with him. “Come on, England!”
“This is ridiculous,” England muttered with a sigh, already turning to head for his bedroom. “You can have this silly little sleepover by yourself if you want. I'll be in my room if you need any-...”
America pulled on the hem of his shirt to stop him from leaving. He turned with a glare, wanting to show him that his decision was final but regretted it almost instantly, having been greeted with America's signature move in getting his way - the kicked puppy look. “Please?”
He gritted his teeth, wondering if the idiot was even conscious of what he is doing at times. “Fine. But only because you are being so goddamned persistent about it.” And not because he was being soft or anything.
“Yesss!”
“Right. And what do you propose we do on this sleepover?”
America, git he was, just grinned in an endearingly stupid manner and turned his luggage over. England just stared, watching as at least fifty (he might be exagerrating a little but it was around there) DVDs poured out from it. How he could even fit those in there would forever be a wonder to the him. “Watch movies. What else? You can have the first pick, if you want.”
“This is just going to be lovely, isn't it?” England muttered sarcastically to himself. Fortunately or unfortunately for him, America caught his words but not the sarcasm.
“Of course it is! Now go on and choose one. Don't worry about picking a bad movie though since all of these here are awesome movies straight from Hollywood!”
Not even looking at the titles, England just reached out and randomly picked one up. “This.”
America blinked at the title before grinning and taking it away from his hand. “Planes, Trains and Automobiles? A most excellent choice, sir.” An odd look then crossed America's face. It was gone so quickly though that England almost thought he imagined it. “While I set things up, why don't you go get some pillows and blankets for us?”
England quirked an eyebrow. “You are planning something, aren't you?
“W-What? No, of course not! Why would you think that?” America replied almost immediately, his eyes darting around in a nervous manner. England sighed. The loud-mouthed nation is so obvious at times it was painful to watch. He decided he could play along with America just this once, and then sighed quietly as he mentally berated himself. How many times had he actually played along with America 'just this once'?
“Ah, I suppose I am just overthinking things. Very well, I'll get them.”
He could only hope he wouldn't regret his decision afterwards.
“America, I do think three movies is enough for a night.” England said with a groan as the credits rolled up. He flopped onto his back, feeling like as if all his energy has been sapped out just by watching three movies. Maybe he really was getting old... America, however, didn't seem to be getting older like he was and hastily reached out for another movie.
“Are you sure? This is a great movie too!”
“Enough is enough,” he stated, closing his eyes. Was it just him or did America sound a little panicked? “Now turn off the lights and go to sleep.”
There was a brief pause before America finally complied, disappointment evident in his voice. “Fine...” He then went to turn off the lights.
England sighed and tried to relax himself to sleep. He said 'tried' because America just wouldn't stop shifting beside him.
“What on Earth are you- ...” And that was when he saw it - the ceiling, dotted with numerous glow-in-the dark stickers. It was messy but stunning all the same, almost comparable to a clear night sky. That wasn't what took his breath away though but...
“That is going to be a pain to remove.” England began as he turned to face America, who did the same as he laughed nervously.
“Y-Yeah? It was a pain putting them up there too...”
“Then you shouldn't have done so,” England remarked, looking straight into America's eyes and trying to ignore the fact that his cheeks was heating up at an alarming rate. The light in America's eyes seemed to dim a little at his response, obviously crushed, and he could safely assume that the other wasn't able to see his reddening cheeks in the dark. America frowned slightly, a rare occurence, and was about to turn away but England stopped him, cupping his cheeks to keep him there. But the bright blues just wouldn't look at him and without thinking about the consequence, he closed the distance between them and pressed a soft but brief kiss to America's lips. Those eyes now widened in surprise, and England couldn't help but admire them - they looked even more beautiful up close.
With much reluctance, he pulled away slowly. For a minute or two, there was just silence, neither party wanting to risk breaking the moment by saying something inappropriate.
England was the one who spoke up first. “For someone who interrupts important world meetings without any remorse, you sure are being quiet now.”
America puffed out his cheeks childishly. “I am not good with this, okay?”
“Neither am I, but...” England bit his lip. He had never been great in expressing how he truly felt through spoken words. He averted his gaze, unsure, before he looked at America fully in the eyes once more. “I like you too... A lot.”
Slowly but surely, America became more like his usual self again and smiled, bright and confident and loving and hopeful and many other things that England couldn't put into words. He could feel his cheeks heating up again and this time, there was no hiding it since America had decided to cup them gently. “England-...”
“A-And for the record! 'A lot' is spelt as two separate words!”
And America, bless that boy, ignored him and pulled him in for another kiss - a much longer and very satisfying one, might he add. His eyes trailed over to the ceiling once more, searching among the glow-in-the-dark stars the message that was worded out using the stickers.
I like you, England. Alot.
No... This was far, far more beautiful than a clear night sky. With that thought in mind and a soft smile on his lips, he closed his eyes and lost himself in the kiss.
Author's Note: I'm making progress on my prompt table... At a very slow rate.
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Word Count: 1,219
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America/England
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Glow-in-the-dark stickers... Lots of things you can do with them, you could recreate the night sky or well, get creative with it like America did.
Table/Prompt: Romance/20.Sleepover at hetachallenge
“Remind me again why you're here.”
“A sleepover, England! A sleepover! It'd be fun!” America exaclaimed, throwing his arms up in emphasis of just how delightful this unplanned event is going to be. “You really are getting old, aren't you?”
“It was a rhetorical question. And the last I remembered, a sleepover actually requires having an invitation from the host.”
“Alrighty then! I hereby officially invite you to my awesome sleepover!”
“You are in my house.”
“Doesn't matter since I'm the one who called for this! Look, I even went through the trouble of bringing an extra sleeping bag just for you!” America said and proceeded to pull out two sleeping bags from the large - he now knew why - luggage he brought along with him. “Come on, England!”
“This is ridiculous,” England muttered with a sigh, already turning to head for his bedroom. “You can have this silly little sleepover by yourself if you want. I'll be in my room if you need any-...”
America pulled on the hem of his shirt to stop him from leaving. He turned with a glare, wanting to show him that his decision was final but regretted it almost instantly, having been greeted with America's signature move in getting his way - the kicked puppy look. “Please?”
He gritted his teeth, wondering if the idiot was even conscious of what he is doing at times. “Fine. But only because you are being so goddamned persistent about it.” And not because he was being soft or anything.
“Yesss!”
“Right. And what do you propose we do on this sleepover?”
America, git he was, just grinned in an endearingly stupid manner and turned his luggage over. England just stared, watching as at least fifty (he might be exagerrating a little but it was around there) DVDs poured out from it. How he could even fit those in there would forever be a wonder to the him. “Watch movies. What else? You can have the first pick, if you want.”
“This is just going to be lovely, isn't it?” England muttered sarcastically to himself. Fortunately or unfortunately for him, America caught his words but not the sarcasm.
“Of course it is! Now go on and choose one. Don't worry about picking a bad movie though since all of these here are awesome movies straight from Hollywood!”
Not even looking at the titles, England just reached out and randomly picked one up. “This.”
America blinked at the title before grinning and taking it away from his hand. “Planes, Trains and Automobiles? A most excellent choice, sir.” An odd look then crossed America's face. It was gone so quickly though that England almost thought he imagined it. “While I set things up, why don't you go get some pillows and blankets for us?”
England quirked an eyebrow. “You are planning something, aren't you?
“W-What? No, of course not! Why would you think that?” America replied almost immediately, his eyes darting around in a nervous manner. England sighed. The loud-mouthed nation is so obvious at times it was painful to watch. He decided he could play along with America just this once, and then sighed quietly as he mentally berated himself. How many times had he actually played along with America 'just this once'?
“Ah, I suppose I am just overthinking things. Very well, I'll get them.”
He could only hope he wouldn't regret his decision afterwards.
“America, I do think three movies is enough for a night.” England said with a groan as the credits rolled up. He flopped onto his back, feeling like as if all his energy has been sapped out just by watching three movies. Maybe he really was getting old... America, however, didn't seem to be getting older like he was and hastily reached out for another movie.
“Are you sure? This is a great movie too!”
“Enough is enough,” he stated, closing his eyes. Was it just him or did America sound a little panicked? “Now turn off the lights and go to sleep.”
There was a brief pause before America finally complied, disappointment evident in his voice. “Fine...” He then went to turn off the lights.
England sighed and tried to relax himself to sleep. He said 'tried' because America just wouldn't stop shifting beside him.
“What on Earth are you- ...” And that was when he saw it - the ceiling, dotted with numerous glow-in-the dark stickers. It was messy but stunning all the same, almost comparable to a clear night sky. That wasn't what took his breath away though but...
“That is going to be a pain to remove.” England began as he turned to face America, who did the same as he laughed nervously.
“Y-Yeah? It was a pain putting them up there too...”
“Then you shouldn't have done so,” England remarked, looking straight into America's eyes and trying to ignore the fact that his cheeks was heating up at an alarming rate. The light in America's eyes seemed to dim a little at his response, obviously crushed, and he could safely assume that the other wasn't able to see his reddening cheeks in the dark. America frowned slightly, a rare occurence, and was about to turn away but England stopped him, cupping his cheeks to keep him there. But the bright blues just wouldn't look at him and without thinking about the consequence, he closed the distance between them and pressed a soft but brief kiss to America's lips. Those eyes now widened in surprise, and England couldn't help but admire them - they looked even more beautiful up close.
With much reluctance, he pulled away slowly. For a minute or two, there was just silence, neither party wanting to risk breaking the moment by saying something inappropriate.
England was the one who spoke up first. “For someone who interrupts important world meetings without any remorse, you sure are being quiet now.”
America puffed out his cheeks childishly. “I am not good with this, okay?”
“Neither am I, but...” England bit his lip. He had never been great in expressing how he truly felt through spoken words. He averted his gaze, unsure, before he looked at America fully in the eyes once more. “I like you too... A lot.”
Slowly but surely, America became more like his usual self again and smiled, bright and confident and loving and hopeful and many other things that England couldn't put into words. He could feel his cheeks heating up again and this time, there was no hiding it since America had decided to cup them gently. “England-...”
“A-And for the record! 'A lot' is spelt as two separate words!”
And America, bless that boy, ignored him and pulled him in for another kiss - a much longer and very satisfying one, might he add. His eyes trailed over to the ceiling once more, searching among the glow-in-the-dark stars the message that was worded out using the stickers.
I like you, England. Alot.
No... This was far, far more beautiful than a clear night sky. With that thought in mind and a soft smile on his lips, he closed his eyes and lost himself in the kiss.
Author's Note: I'm making progress on my prompt table... At a very slow rate.