Cheek
England smoothed the covers over America's small form - too small, almost, for the large, important looking bed he was sleeping on. His eyes fondly slid once more over the wiggling lump of Nation and he then pushed himself off of the mattress, his knee leaving an indent. He hadn't taken two steps before the child was calling for him to return, as was what usually happened.
England would be lying if he said he didn't want an excuse to return to the bedside.
"Yes, my lad?"
America shifted and glanced up at his caretaker before his eyes flitted back down to stare at anything but. He cleared his throat; stammered and England had to refrain from smiling at the blatant embarrassment.
"U-um. I...I was wondering...E-England. Could you, uhm, do that thing that you're good at on my face? Y'know... With your fingers." Here, the boy's face flushed slightly. England wondered why.
"Of course, dear – there is no need to get so flustered. Will it help you to sleep?"
America nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for England to begin. Honestly...such impatience.
England sat down on the bed and leaned over America, marvelling at how outspoken he could be when he wanted to and how shy he was at any sign of intimacy. Ah, well... Children and their naivety. He placed one hand flat on the bed sheet on the other side of America to balance himself and proceeded to run his other one oh so delicately along the lad's facial features.
Across his nose – his closed eyelids – his lips – his forehead - his still reddened cheeks, right and then left. His hands swirled to and fro, as soft as the sails he would soon sail away under, not to return for many years.
America sighed in contentment, the little, unconscious noise interrupting England from his slightly depressing thoughts and startling him into stopping. Only when the lad raised his eyebrows expectedly did he continue.
How he would miss caressing these cheeks – this face of the only other Nation who truly cared for him.
England stayed where he was for far longer than he hed previously intended, waiting for the boy to fall asleep under his watchful gaze.
AN - I can't seem to stop writing USUK. That's a good thing, though. :P Enjoy! Rated T for anything that might crop up in the future.