Of mini father-figures [log]

[wasoncealbion]

Characters: England and America
Setting/Location: District one, random inn.
Date & Time: Day 0, evening time
Warnings: Naughty words, perhaps?
Summary: America found out England is here and is hungry, so dinner plans emerge!

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[oooops sorry. just caught this post now]

[aglow]

Where the hell was he?

America crossed his arms, gaze sifting through the crowd for any sign of England. The inn had been closer than he expected, so he'd arrived a little bit early, ready and waiting to demand that England praise him for his promptness. But now... it was 10 minutes past the agreed meeting time and still no sign of the other nation.

Tapping his foot in irritation he paused, catching sight of a small child. The kid looked lost, nervous, and America quickly made his way over to the boy.

Crouching in front of the kid, he rested a hand on the child's shoulder. "Hey, little guy! You lost?"

[no worries <3 :3]

[wasoncealbion]

England was gettng bored, how far away had this America been? Maybe he should have asked that, for all he knew he could be on the other side of the village. He started to fold his arms and huff when someone suddenly crouched down in front of him and touched him.

Now he wasn't exactly a child used to physical contact, or at least allowing it (since usually the people trying to touch him were precisely the ones he didn't want to) so of course he jumped at it. "I'm fine!" he said instantly.

Then a second later his mind caught up with his reflexes and something about that voice. He creased his thick brows together and looked up at him. "Who're you?"