[Hetalia] "Politeness"
Title: "Politeness"
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: USUK
Prompt: 8. Dinner @ 25fluffyfics, 2. Always impolite @ 5_prompts
Word Count: 406
Rating: PG
Summary: England and America are eating take out and it annoys England that America is such a messy eater.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia
England felt his eye twitch as he watched America across the dinner table. They had worked late and ordered food in, picking it up on the way to England’s house where America was staying during the conference. He had a tendency to freeload there. They sat at the table, enjoying their food, although England wondered if America was even tasting it at the speed he shoveled it into his mouth. He acted as if he had never tasted food, nor ever would again.
“Honestly? I know you have table manners because I’ve seen them in use.”
“Back off Iggy, I’m hungry and it’s not like there’s anyone around to impress.”
Well, that was blunt. England couldn’t help but feel a little offended, “You’re not worried about impressing me?” he asked, giving America a stern look. Did America not think enough of him to be polite? America paused, looking up at him, chewing slowly as if in thought. England squirmed a little under the inquisitive gaze.
America continued to stare at him for a few more minutes, taking a few more bites of his food. He swallowed a large mouthful and then smiled, “I’m comfortable around you, that’s why I can eat this way.”
England furrowed his brow, taking in that response. He had often been jealous of nations to whom America was excessively polite and kind to. He had never though that America may be acting on his best behavior because he was uncomfortable being around them. He didn’t respond and America went back to eating at his previous speed. England would never admit it, but he liked watching the younger nation, noticing the little changes of expression that would flit across his face.
“You have food on your face.” said England, reaching out across the small space between them and brushing the edge of America’s mouth with his thumb. He watched as America’s expression changed to surprised. England was pleased that he could illicit such a reaction and he felt emboldened. He leaned over and licked the little bit of food that was still stuck to the American’s cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” he whispered, his lips brushing America’s before he pulled away, smirking.
It seemed to take America a moment to remember how to breathe. He flushed, making England’s smirk bigger. America sat down his fork and got up from his chair, coming over to kiss the smirk right off of England’s face.
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: USUK
Prompt: 8. Dinner @ 25fluffyfics, 2. Always impolite @ 5_prompts
Word Count: 406
Rating: PG
Summary: England and America are eating take out and it annoys England that America is such a messy eater.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia
England felt his eye twitch as he watched America across the dinner table. They had worked late and ordered food in, picking it up on the way to England’s house where America was staying during the conference. He had a tendency to freeload there. They sat at the table, enjoying their food, although England wondered if America was even tasting it at the speed he shoveled it into his mouth. He acted as if he had never tasted food, nor ever would again.
“Honestly? I know you have table manners because I’ve seen them in use.”
“Back off Iggy, I’m hungry and it’s not like there’s anyone around to impress.”
Well, that was blunt. England couldn’t help but feel a little offended, “You’re not worried about impressing me?” he asked, giving America a stern look. Did America not think enough of him to be polite? America paused, looking up at him, chewing slowly as if in thought. England squirmed a little under the inquisitive gaze.
America continued to stare at him for a few more minutes, taking a few more bites of his food. He swallowed a large mouthful and then smiled, “I’m comfortable around you, that’s why I can eat this way.”
England furrowed his brow, taking in that response. He had often been jealous of nations to whom America was excessively polite and kind to. He had never though that America may be acting on his best behavior because he was uncomfortable being around them. He didn’t respond and America went back to eating at his previous speed. England would never admit it, but he liked watching the younger nation, noticing the little changes of expression that would flit across his face.
“You have food on your face.” said England, reaching out across the small space between them and brushing the edge of America’s mouth with his thumb. He watched as America’s expression changed to surprised. England was pleased that he could illicit such a reaction and he felt emboldened. He leaned over and licked the little bit of food that was still stuck to the American’s cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” he whispered, his lips brushing America’s before he pulled away, smirking.
It seemed to take America a moment to remember how to breathe. He flushed, making England’s smirk bigger. America sat down his fork and got up from his chair, coming over to kiss the smirk right off of England’s face.