{Fanfiction} The Point that is not on the line 1/3
Title- The point that is not on the line
Rating- T for mild language
Genre- Angst.
Summary- April fool's day is meant to be fun for everyone, right?
"Mattie!"
The door to Canada's house flew open, smashing against the wall, causing bits of plaster to come raining down on a distressed Kumajiiro, who had been eating his food from the bowl situated behind said door. Canada looked up.
"America," Canada questioned, "Why are you here?"
America waved his arms wildly, speaking incoherently as he made pointing gestures to the calender beside him. His brother stared at him blankly, looking at the calender, which, moments ago, he had circled 'April 1st'. "And?" he said blankly.
"I need to trick people!" he moaned, thumping his head on the door, the noise making the small bear scarper over to his owner. Canada bent down and picked him up.
"Who?" the bear asked, looking up at the man holding him.
"Canada."
"Oh."
"Who in particular do you need to trick?" Canada sighed, petting the bear, who pawed his hand away, irritated.
A grin slowly played its way across America's face, making his brother slowly edge his seat away from him, for fear he might bring out the chainsaw again; Canada didn't have many good memories of that thing. Or any good ones, as a matter of fact.
"Iggy."
Canada smiled nervously, watching the never fading smile stretch even further across the other nation's face. "Well, there is a lot of tricks you could play on him. But why?"
Suddenly, America's fists smacked down on the table, causing the other to jump two feet off his chair, edging it so far away that he was no longer even on the same side of the room as his brother. "Why?" he asked incredulously, "Because every Halloween he goes and scares the shit out of me, so why the hell shouldn't I get him back for once! But it needs to be something good and I'm drawing a blank, Mattie, please!"
"Shouldn't you have been thinking about this before now?"
"I forgot."
Canada sighed. "Figures. Well, maybe hide his papers at the meeting today-" (America cussed. He'd forgotten about that too) "-or mimic everything he says or something. America, what made you think I could help with such matters?"
America shrugged. "Japan would say I was being mean, and I doubt anyone else would help me."
Canada sighed. His brother had a point. "Well, maybe a bucket of water over the door, although, its likely that will get someone else, and, knowing your look, it would probably be Russia or Cuba or someone. Maybe Belarus-" (America shuddered. He'd rather not have his vital regions ripped off and eaten by the psycho) "-maybe pull his chair out from underneath him, but that might hurt him or something."
"Yeah, he is pretty old right; better not do anything that will give him a heart attack," the other chuckled cheerfully.
Canada sighed, racking his brain for something else reasonably intelligent to say in such a situation.
It wasn't that he entirely approved of tricking his former guardian, for whatever period of time, and at whatever standard; but it was April Fool's day, and surely even England would get the joke and have a laugh about it, even if it for just one day.
He always felt, that compared to the favoritism that no doubt went on when they were children, that situation between the two after the 1700's left a lot to be desired.
"I know!" he said, jumping up, smiling across at his brother as his expression lit up with anticipation, "I did this to France when I was little, after England told me about this holiday."
America's ears twitched as he listened intently
"I went up to France, giggling all the while, and told him that I hated him and that I wished he would just go away. He got all upset and started to whine and complain and then I yelled April Fool's and he was so happy that I didn't mean it that he picked me up and cuddled me and remembered who I was for an entire week; maybe you should-?"
Canada looked up, and his brother was gone. "Eh, Kumajyoshi-san, where did he go?"
"Who?"
America rubbed his palms together gleefully as he headed back to his house to gather his things for the meeting at eleven. Canada was a genius; he knew his time wouldn't be completely wasted going and asking him for help, he just knew it (even if it had been Tony's idea to ask him anyway. Tony was no help; most of the things he suggestive would have been fatal for England, and possibly America too).
But it needed a twist. An American twist.
America smirked; this was going to be rich. England wasn't going to know what hit him.
"And furthermore, even if that was possible, it wouldn't even work because the mass would block out any of the sun's rays-"
America smirked, pretending to listen to England's rant. He winked at Canada who looked worriedly at him from over his glasses. He was beginning to regret giving America the idea; God knows how far America could take a joke. He might go over board, and an angry England wouldn't be good for anyone.
"America, are you even listening to me?" the elder yelled, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation as America shot him a smile instead of replying. "I don't know why I bother even talking to you! You don't listen to me or anything! You only care about your own opinions-"
America stood up, the smirk still plastered across his face.
"-and not the opinions anyone else may or may not have. You make stupid ideas and don't listen when I try and tell you what's wrong with them. Dammit, I didn't raise you that way. How-"
He walked over, placing his two hands on England's shoulders.
"-d-did you turn o-out, America what the bloody hell are you doing?"
America let his smirk drip off his face to be replaced with a look of sincerity mixed with worry. "I'm apologizing," he said simply.
Canada had his eyes fixed on the two, shifting to the edge of his seat. China and South Korea had stopped having their silent quarrel to look up at the unfolding scene before them two. France murmured 'merde' under his breath, lowering his glass of water to the desk in front of him and, as America leaned down to press his lips to England's, the room was silently staring.
England's eyes remained open, widened at first, before gradually narrowing as America pulled away, so slowly that it looked like he was barely moving. "That was a funny apology," he stated, willing his voice not to crack, quietly begging.
"Can I tell you that I love you?" America mumbled slowly, still only inches away from England's face.
He felt uncomfortable under all the scrutiny. Canada's glare was burning a hole in his back and he could see the panic stricken look on France's face from the corner of his eye. Japan had stopped taking notes and was staring at America as if he was trying to burn him under his gaze. Italy was poking a non responsive Germany, asking questions that the other man was in no obvious mood to answer as he hardened his already hard gaze on America.
England stared straight through him, his expression blank, and America took it as a yes. "Can I ask you something else too?"
This time England shook his head, lowering it so his choppy bangs fell over his eyes, covering his face. America blinked, and was about to question his elder's response when the other let out a small chuckle.
Canada fell back in his seat, cussing his brother out for being so impossibly stupid. France dropped his gaze from America, to his rival beside the man. Italy got the message off the glare Germany sent him and quietened down with a final 've'. Hungary got over the initial shock of the kiss and was now watching intently, ignoring Austria's attempts to get her to look at something else and give them privacy, but, then again, no one else was really giving them any privacy either.
Almost incoherently, England mumbled, "April Fool's," and walked straight out of the deathly silent room.
Rating- T for mild language
Genre- Angst.
Summary- April fool's day is meant to be fun for everyone, right?
"Mattie!"
The door to Canada's house flew open, smashing against the wall, causing bits of plaster to come raining down on a distressed Kumajiiro, who had been eating his food from the bowl situated behind said door. Canada looked up.
"America," Canada questioned, "Why are you here?"
America waved his arms wildly, speaking incoherently as he made pointing gestures to the calender beside him. His brother stared at him blankly, looking at the calender, which, moments ago, he had circled 'April 1st'. "And?" he said blankly.
"I need to trick people!" he moaned, thumping his head on the door, the noise making the small bear scarper over to his owner. Canada bent down and picked him up.
"Who?" the bear asked, looking up at the man holding him.
"Canada."
"Oh."
"Who in particular do you need to trick?" Canada sighed, petting the bear, who pawed his hand away, irritated.
A grin slowly played its way across America's face, making his brother slowly edge his seat away from him, for fear he might bring out the chainsaw again; Canada didn't have many good memories of that thing. Or any good ones, as a matter of fact.
"Iggy."
Canada smiled nervously, watching the never fading smile stretch even further across the other nation's face. "Well, there is a lot of tricks you could play on him. But why?"
Suddenly, America's fists smacked down on the table, causing the other to jump two feet off his chair, edging it so far away that he was no longer even on the same side of the room as his brother. "Why?" he asked incredulously, "Because every Halloween he goes and scares the shit out of me, so why the hell shouldn't I get him back for once! But it needs to be something good and I'm drawing a blank, Mattie, please!"
"Shouldn't you have been thinking about this before now?"
"I forgot."
Canada sighed. "Figures. Well, maybe hide his papers at the meeting today-" (America cussed. He'd forgotten about that too) "-or mimic everything he says or something. America, what made you think I could help with such matters?"
America shrugged. "Japan would say I was being mean, and I doubt anyone else would help me."
Canada sighed. His brother had a point. "Well, maybe a bucket of water over the door, although, its likely that will get someone else, and, knowing your look, it would probably be Russia or Cuba or someone. Maybe Belarus-" (America shuddered. He'd rather not have his vital regions ripped off and eaten by the psycho) "-maybe pull his chair out from underneath him, but that might hurt him or something."
"Yeah, he is pretty old right; better not do anything that will give him a heart attack," the other chuckled cheerfully.
Canada sighed, racking his brain for something else reasonably intelligent to say in such a situation.
It wasn't that he entirely approved of tricking his former guardian, for whatever period of time, and at whatever standard; but it was April Fool's day, and surely even England would get the joke and have a laugh about it, even if it for just one day.
He always felt, that compared to the favoritism that no doubt went on when they were children, that situation between the two after the 1700's left a lot to be desired.
"I know!" he said, jumping up, smiling across at his brother as his expression lit up with anticipation, "I did this to France when I was little, after England told me about this holiday."
America's ears twitched as he listened intently
"I went up to France, giggling all the while, and told him that I hated him and that I wished he would just go away. He got all upset and started to whine and complain and then I yelled April Fool's and he was so happy that I didn't mean it that he picked me up and cuddled me and remembered who I was for an entire week; maybe you should-?"
Canada looked up, and his brother was gone. "Eh, Kumajyoshi-san, where did he go?"
"Who?"
America rubbed his palms together gleefully as he headed back to his house to gather his things for the meeting at eleven. Canada was a genius; he knew his time wouldn't be completely wasted going and asking him for help, he just knew it (even if it had been Tony's idea to ask him anyway. Tony was no help; most of the things he suggestive would have been fatal for England, and possibly America too).
But it needed a twist. An American twist.
America smirked; this was going to be rich. England wasn't going to know what hit him.
"And furthermore, even if that was possible, it wouldn't even work because the mass would block out any of the sun's rays-"
America smirked, pretending to listen to England's rant. He winked at Canada who looked worriedly at him from over his glasses. He was beginning to regret giving America the idea; God knows how far America could take a joke. He might go over board, and an angry England wouldn't be good for anyone.
"America, are you even listening to me?" the elder yelled, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation as America shot him a smile instead of replying. "I don't know why I bother even talking to you! You don't listen to me or anything! You only care about your own opinions-"
America stood up, the smirk still plastered across his face.
"-and not the opinions anyone else may or may not have. You make stupid ideas and don't listen when I try and tell you what's wrong with them. Dammit, I didn't raise you that way. How-"
He walked over, placing his two hands on England's shoulders.
"-d-did you turn o-out, America what the bloody hell are you doing?"
America let his smirk drip off his face to be replaced with a look of sincerity mixed with worry. "I'm apologizing," he said simply.
Canada had his eyes fixed on the two, shifting to the edge of his seat. China and South Korea had stopped having their silent quarrel to look up at the unfolding scene before them two. France murmured 'merde' under his breath, lowering his glass of water to the desk in front of him and, as America leaned down to press his lips to England's, the room was silently staring.
England's eyes remained open, widened at first, before gradually narrowing as America pulled away, so slowly that it looked like he was barely moving. "That was a funny apology," he stated, willing his voice not to crack, quietly begging.
"Can I tell you that I love you?" America mumbled slowly, still only inches away from England's face.
He felt uncomfortable under all the scrutiny. Canada's glare was burning a hole in his back and he could see the panic stricken look on France's face from the corner of his eye. Japan had stopped taking notes and was staring at America as if he was trying to burn him under his gaze. Italy was poking a non responsive Germany, asking questions that the other man was in no obvious mood to answer as he hardened his already hard gaze on America.
England stared straight through him, his expression blank, and America took it as a yes. "Can I ask you something else too?"
This time England shook his head, lowering it so his choppy bangs fell over his eyes, covering his face. America blinked, and was about to question his elder's response when the other let out a small chuckle.
Canada fell back in his seat, cussing his brother out for being so impossibly stupid. France dropped his gaze from America, to his rival beside the man. Italy got the message off the glare Germany sent him and quietened down with a final 've'. Hungary got over the initial shock of the kiss and was now watching intently, ignoring Austria's attempts to get her to look at something else and give them privacy, but, then again, no one else was really giving them any privacy either.
Almost incoherently, England mumbled, "April Fool's," and walked straight out of the deathly silent room.