USUK Drabble
At the end of the Allies meeting, Alfred walks over to me.
"Hey, dude. Sorry 'bout earlier. I guess your food isn't THAT bad."
"It's okay America, I'm sorry too for insulting you"
"..."
"America...?"
"Yeah... England?"
"If you want to say something just say it. It hasn't stopped you before"
"What did you mean by saying that France had a point about sexual tension between us" I blush, I bet that my face is as red as one of Spain's prized tomatoes.
"uhh... I don't know what you mean" I say hurriedly
"oh mon ami, you cannot be so blind that you cannot see that Angleterre has unrequited feelings of L'amour towards you"
"YOU UTTER GIT! YOU SAID YOU WOULD SAY ANYTHING YOU SURRENDER FETTISH FR-" I was cut off mid-rant by a pair of soft lips covering mine. As soon as it had started, this kiss was brought to a quick end. Staring at America, mouth slightly open and face burning, as he pulls away my mind starts to race.
"W-w-w...?" I whimper, stuttering profusely
'wait... is there a chance he feels the same?'
"Only way to shut you up, dude" he says, laughing at me.
"... I see, well goodbye all" I turn away quickly, not wanting America and France to see me cry... again.