[Hetalia] "Deny, Deny"
Title: "Deny, Deny"
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: America/England
Prompt: 7. Absurd @ 7snogs, 1. Second @ hetachallenge
Word Count: 1, 154
Rating: PG
Summary: America finds out that England likes him back. He proceeds to double check.
A/N: Written for writing sprints (i.e. lengths of time for pure writing) to get ready for NaNoWriMo.
Warnings: Slash. Hetalia deals with the personifications of nation-states. Some of the stories will be historical in nature and others will be dealing with them as just people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
It was a moment that surprised him, and yet it only lasted a second. It was a spark, when England looked back at him and he knew that he felt something back. It was as if all of the pain, all of the fear drifted away, and it happened. He knew England would probably think he was completely crazy if he ever told him about it, but he didn’t care any more. He stood up, strode across the room and grabbed him, wrapping the Englishman up in a hug.
England’s eyes went wide with surprise and America could only just smile. “I love you too!” he announced. England’s face immediately went beat red and he spluttered, words starting but never leaving his mouth. His mouth opened and closed, as if he had been transformed into a fish that was suddenly forced to breathe air. America watched as England’s green eyes darted around to make sure no one was standing around them. The room was empty. England didn’t pull away, he didn’t shove America off. He just stood there, eyes looking anywhere but at the other man. It took him a few minutes to compose himself.
“What in God’s name are you on about?!” he asked, in a loud whisper, as though he was afraid that someone would overhear their conversation.
“You love me, I love you.” he replied saying the words against England’s hair, still holding the other man in a tight hug.
“Whoever said that I loved you!?” he managed to blurt out after another broad silence. England leaned back and looked at him now which made America happy. His smile got even wider.
“You did, just now!”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“Yes, you do! Isn’t it you who was always, ‘read between the lines, America’? Well, I’m reading them and they say that you love me!” England sighed as if he was dealing with an overgrown child, and in some ways America was just as easily to amuse as one. He tried to escape from the tight hold the other had on him, trying to hold him at arm’s length.
“You still fail at reading the atmosphere as alway- hmmm!?” America decided to take a leap and leaned forward to kiss him. He figured at worst, England would bite him and force him to back off. A minute past, and he was not nursing a bleeding lip. America smiled inwardly, if England didn’t love him, he wouldn’t kiss him back like that.
“Still going to insist that my instincts were wrong?”
America was surprised that England could turn any more shades of red, “You... I... curses... not...” America decided to quiet him again with a kiss. England practically melted beneath him. It lasted for only a second before England began to kiss him back. America was surprised at the force of the kiss and the way it was making him feel. He had always been so busy, and had never really tried to be with anyone. His crush on England was older than he could even remember now, and never for a second, would he have imagined this situation as his younger self. America had always thought he was chasing after a fantasy as far as England was concerned. Either that, or he was sure he had been with France or Spain or God only knows. Perhaps he had been, but America decided that he didn’t care.
He found himself getting weak in the knees, as England brushed his tongue along his lips. America parted his lips slightly and England immediately took advantage, pushing his tongue past the other’s lips and brushing his tongue along the roof of his mouth. The younger nation shivered, he had no idea that part of his mouth was so sensitive. He tentatively brushed his tongue along England’s not really sure what to do.
“For someone so pushy, you sure are tentative.” England teased, as he pulled his mouth away slightly, “In over your head already?”
America felt his face heat up at England’s words, “I am not in over my head!” He stared at England as if the idea trying to prove the idea was laughable, and England just smirked back at him.
“Then prove it.” he said, reaching up and putting his hands on America’s shirt collar and pulling him closer. America bit his lip, worried that they were moving too fast. He supposed that it could have been the years of sexual tension finally exploding, but...
“I don’t think this is the right place.” he said. England quirked a brow at him, looking confused. “I mean, you haven’t even told me you love me back.” He looked away from him, unsure of what else to say. He heard England let out a deep sigh.
“Stupid,” he said, reaching up to run his fingers through America’s hair, “I’ve loved you since you were a child.”
America gave him a weird stare.
“Not like that, idiot!” He hit him lightly on the shoulder, and America laughed at the look on England’s face, “As for being in love with you... I’m not sure when that happened. And I have no idea how it happened.” He stroked the side of America’s face, not the usual rough touches that showed his annoyance, but an old, familiar touch that America recognized as the affectionate kind. Affection was not something he had gotten from England in a long time.
“I know when I fell in love with you,” America said, “It was right after the French and Indian War, I knew then that all the bubbly feelings in my stomach were for you. I just... never knew what to say.” He grinned self-consciously, trying to cover up his embarrassment with a nervous laugh.
“Yes, well... I suppose we need to talk about this.” England replied, clearing his throat. He gestured to the way their hands were still hooked in clothing and their proximity to one another. America laughed at that.
“Yeah, I suppose we do! Want to go get dinner with me?” he said, trying to put on a charming grin. England chuckled, a small smile appearing on his face, the facade now missing. America’s heart beat just a little faster at the smile.
“As long as it’s not McDonald’s.” America’s face fell a little bit and he tried to scramble for another idea, England laughed a little bit more.
“Uh... how about a restaurant? That way you can have whatever you want.”
“Isn’t McDonald’s technically a restaurant?”
“Dude, you know when I say ‘restaurant’ I mean somewhere they bring the food to your table.”
“I accept.” England replied, as if it was a chore. However, the smile on his face said otherwise. America smiled back, glad that his worries about his feelings being one sided were completely absurd.
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: America/England
Prompt: 7. Absurd @ 7snogs, 1. Second @ hetachallenge
Word Count: 1, 154
Rating: PG
Summary: America finds out that England likes him back. He proceeds to double check.
A/N: Written for writing sprints (i.e. lengths of time for pure writing) to get ready for NaNoWriMo.
Warnings: Slash. Hetalia deals with the personifications of nation-states. Some of the stories will be historical in nature and others will be dealing with them as just people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
It was a moment that surprised him, and yet it only lasted a second. It was a spark, when England looked back at him and he knew that he felt something back. It was as if all of the pain, all of the fear drifted away, and it happened. He knew England would probably think he was completely crazy if he ever told him about it, but he didn’t care any more. He stood up, strode across the room and grabbed him, wrapping the Englishman up in a hug.
England’s eyes went wide with surprise and America could only just smile. “I love you too!” he announced. England’s face immediately went beat red and he spluttered, words starting but never leaving his mouth. His mouth opened and closed, as if he had been transformed into a fish that was suddenly forced to breathe air. America watched as England’s green eyes darted around to make sure no one was standing around them. The room was empty. England didn’t pull away, he didn’t shove America off. He just stood there, eyes looking anywhere but at the other man. It took him a few minutes to compose himself.
“What in God’s name are you on about?!” he asked, in a loud whisper, as though he was afraid that someone would overhear their conversation.
“You love me, I love you.” he replied saying the words against England’s hair, still holding the other man in a tight hug.
“Whoever said that I loved you!?” he managed to blurt out after another broad silence. England leaned back and looked at him now which made America happy. His smile got even wider.
“You did, just now!”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“Yes, you do! Isn’t it you who was always, ‘read between the lines, America’? Well, I’m reading them and they say that you love me!” England sighed as if he was dealing with an overgrown child, and in some ways America was just as easily to amuse as one. He tried to escape from the tight hold the other had on him, trying to hold him at arm’s length.
“You still fail at reading the atmosphere as alway- hmmm!?” America decided to take a leap and leaned forward to kiss him. He figured at worst, England would bite him and force him to back off. A minute past, and he was not nursing a bleeding lip. America smiled inwardly, if England didn’t love him, he wouldn’t kiss him back like that.
“Still going to insist that my instincts were wrong?”
America was surprised that England could turn any more shades of red, “You... I... curses... not...” America decided to quiet him again with a kiss. England practically melted beneath him. It lasted for only a second before England began to kiss him back. America was surprised at the force of the kiss and the way it was making him feel. He had always been so busy, and had never really tried to be with anyone. His crush on England was older than he could even remember now, and never for a second, would he have imagined this situation as his younger self. America had always thought he was chasing after a fantasy as far as England was concerned. Either that, or he was sure he had been with France or Spain or God only knows. Perhaps he had been, but America decided that he didn’t care.
He found himself getting weak in the knees, as England brushed his tongue along his lips. America parted his lips slightly and England immediately took advantage, pushing his tongue past the other’s lips and brushing his tongue along the roof of his mouth. The younger nation shivered, he had no idea that part of his mouth was so sensitive. He tentatively brushed his tongue along England’s not really sure what to do.
“For someone so pushy, you sure are tentative.” England teased, as he pulled his mouth away slightly, “In over your head already?”
America felt his face heat up at England’s words, “I am not in over my head!” He stared at England as if the idea trying to prove the idea was laughable, and England just smirked back at him.
“Then prove it.” he said, reaching up and putting his hands on America’s shirt collar and pulling him closer. America bit his lip, worried that they were moving too fast. He supposed that it could have been the years of sexual tension finally exploding, but...
“I don’t think this is the right place.” he said. England quirked a brow at him, looking confused. “I mean, you haven’t even told me you love me back.” He looked away from him, unsure of what else to say. He heard England let out a deep sigh.
“Stupid,” he said, reaching up to run his fingers through America’s hair, “I’ve loved you since you were a child.”
America gave him a weird stare.
“Not like that, idiot!” He hit him lightly on the shoulder, and America laughed at the look on England’s face, “As for being in love with you... I’m not sure when that happened. And I have no idea how it happened.” He stroked the side of America’s face, not the usual rough touches that showed his annoyance, but an old, familiar touch that America recognized as the affectionate kind. Affection was not something he had gotten from England in a long time.
“I know when I fell in love with you,” America said, “It was right after the French and Indian War, I knew then that all the bubbly feelings in my stomach were for you. I just... never knew what to say.” He grinned self-consciously, trying to cover up his embarrassment with a nervous laugh.
“Yes, well... I suppose we need to talk about this.” England replied, clearing his throat. He gestured to the way their hands were still hooked in clothing and their proximity to one another. America laughed at that.
“Yeah, I suppose we do! Want to go get dinner with me?” he said, trying to put on a charming grin. England chuckled, a small smile appearing on his face, the facade now missing. America’s heart beat just a little faster at the smile.
“As long as it’s not McDonald’s.” America’s face fell a little bit and he tried to scramble for another idea, England laughed a little bit more.
“Uh... how about a restaurant? That way you can have whatever you want.”
“Isn’t McDonald’s technically a restaurant?”
“Dude, you know when I say ‘restaurant’ I mean somewhere they bring the food to your table.”
“I accept.” England replied, as if it was a chore. However, the smile on his face said otherwise. America smiled back, glad that his worries about his feelings being one sided were completely absurd.