"Come with me!" America slammed his fist against the shut door. "England!"
The wood rattled and he glared into its dark blue finish. Through the glass of the door's speakeasy window a pair of green eyes shown back with tired resignation. England kept his hands secure over the doorknob to prevent a break-in, but his entire body shuddered as the door did. The locks separating the two men didn't seem able enough to keep America from breaking through into England's abode.
"I can't," England sighed. "Just go home."
"But England!" America wailed, flailing his arms until they were brown blurs in the air. England watched, too tired to be amused. "This is the last day!"
"Haven't you already gone?" England asked, dragging a hand over his face.
"No." America's response was surprisingly quaint. He looked shocked. "I was waiting for you to go with me."
England's heart throbbed. A moment of silence slid its way between the two men. The door between them served as a buffer, completing the silence and making it far more bearable to England than if he had to look America in the eyes.
Though he bit his lip against it, England spoke. "What exactly is this fair about, again?"
"It's the World Fair! It hasn't been around in a lifetime. Everyone'll be there. Please, England? Pleeeeeeease!" America stopped only for effect before continuing, "There'll be lots of food, fun rides, sweets, people, and food! And Germany's taking Italy. Why won't you let me take you?"
"I'm not gay!" England spoke before he could contain himself.
"What?" America laughed, "Who said you're gay? Come on, it's fun!"
England hit his head against the doorway.
"France has been making accusations…" He murmured.
"France?" America blinked confusedly. "What's France been saying?"
"It's nothing," England rolled his eyes at America's confusion. "You and I have been spending far too much time together is all, and the other nations are getting curious. After Germany and Italy hooked up, who's to stop them all from being curious when we start hanging out?"
America snorted, "Who cares what everyone else thinks? Since when have you ever cared?"
Another silence lapsed for a few moments, and America sighed. He waited there a minute longer before turning his back and taking a step away from the blue door of England's home. As he walked away, the locks keeping the door in place between the two nations clicked and the door slid open just slightly enough to show England's piercing green eyes.
"You're right." England mumbled. "What was I thinking?" He chastised himself, unable to look America in the eyes.
America turned around and stepped forward. His strides were more like lunges and he pushed England's door open and stepped inside before the older man could change his mind about allowing him in. England stepped aside, his head down.
"So," America extended his hand, "food, fun rides, sweets, people, and food." He smiled.
Without looking him in the face, England took America's hand and allowed himself to be thrust out of his home by America's excitement. The blue door slammed shut behind them and clicked to a close, but by the time it took to emit the sound, the two men were far gone.
"So Italy's set up a kissing booth, much to Germany's horror, and Germany has a wurst stand, which isn't doing very good business. France is hosting a movie from one of his most prestigious film directors, but the ratings were bad, and Japan's running a haunted house, but no one will go in it because it's too scary. Spain's got a tomato-throwing stand open, but Southern Italy is the only one that's buying any tomatoes, Russia's walking around and tomatoes keep mysteriously getting thrown at him and dropping on the ground about a foot from where he stands. Sealand is giving a speech on the importance of micronations, but I think the only nation to attend is Latvia. China's set up a petting zoo, but so far a panda escaped and gnawed on Canada's head, so Canada won't be able to put up the hockey booth he wanted…" America's voice trailed off as he realized the older man wasn't paying attention.
With a frown, he stopped and grabbed England's hand. England jolted and blushed at the unexpected contact.
"Are you excited for this or not?" He pouted. "You really should forget everything for a day."
"What?" England asked groggily.
"Do you want to go to the Worlds Fair with me or not?" America demanded. "Because…" He stopped and looked down.
An uncontrollable blush spread across the young man's face as he realized that England was returning his hand's embrace with ferocity.
"Let's just go." England snapped after a moment, whipping his hand back.
America nodded and the two of them continued on their way, albeit at a slower and more thoughtful pace.
It wasn't long before the music of the Fair could be heard. America's smile grew as they neared a tumult of sound and light. England, even, could not help but be excited by the electric air surrounding the place. A ferris wheel could be seen erupting over the trees. Surrounding it were various other rides, all of which looked vomit-inducing with all of their twists and twirls and screaming passengers.
Eventually, America couldn't handle the anticipation any longer. He grabbed England's hand and broke into a run, pulling the stumbling man behind him. England ran with him, eager to rid himself of some of the contained excitement of the place. Warmth spread from America's hand to England's. He watched the younger man run before him—the excitement and glee that plastered his face. England allowed himself to smile as well. His grip on America's hand tightened and he picked up his pace.
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