I don't know how these ideas started, okay. But, it apparently interests you, so I guess that is good.

These drabbles will all be focused around famous Shakespeare quotes, and it will either be USUK or UKUS. I don't think this has been done before, so I hope you guys like it!

The quotes may be said, stated at the end, stated at the beginning, or something else. IDK I just hope it is good.

Ignore spelling and grammar crap. THESE ARE JUST DRABBLES AND I AM ONLY HUMAN!

So…yeah. *Hides behind Alfred and Artie* Don't hurt me! I am too young to die! *cries* D:

Here ya go:

Heroes don't experience fright often. If they show the enemy they are weak, it is easier to be manipulated. However, America was definitely experiencing fright. Granted, it was neither in hand-to-hand combat nor a horror film screening, but Alfred was scared.

This was an entirely different species of fear. And Alfred hated it.

Alfred feared confessing his love. He had been fighting the battle within himself for a long time, and now he was going to go through with it. Yes, The United States of America was going to finally confess his love to The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

Fangirls, this is where you squee.

Now, if I may continue...

Alfred wasn't sure when his interest in the island nation had begun. All he knew was he really loved the man. He loved the bushy eyebrows that just made Arthur's eyes POP. America adored his style and sitting habits. But most of all, Alfred couldn't get enough of that glorious English accent.

America's relationship with England had gotten better. The two-some weren't fighting as much and being near each other had been tolerable. Sure they teased one another (That was their thing!), but it was in a playful way. This was all part of America's master plan to become England's boyfriend.

So, here America was, on the edge of a fountain in England, waiting for the man he so desperately craved to arrive. It was cold and dark and in the Middle of December, so snow flurries were beginning to fall. Alfred had wished he brought a heavier coat rather than just his bomber jacket, because he was freezing.

And Alfie was terrified. He tried not to show it, but it was hopeless. America was pacing and sweating and biting his lip and swaying and-well, you get the picture. America checked his phone again, staring at the conversation he had had with the Brit:

Hey Iggy XD Can I ask u sumting?

Okay, first, learn how to spell. Second, it is 'May I' not 'Can I'. Third, don't call me Iggy; my name is Arthur. And Forth, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS IT, YOU TWAT?

Jeez, no need 2 get all pissy. XD AND IT'S TEXT SLANG )X! But, 2 answer ur question, what r u doin' today?

Well, I am not doing anything important now...why do you ask?

GR8! So, that means u can meet me...correct? :p

What are you talking about? I am not taking a plane across the globe to see you if that is what you are referring to.

No, I neva said that! How do u no I am not near u?

Wait...are you actually in bloody London?

YA! Actually, I am at Regent's Park rite now! :)

Why?

Because I want to see u. Hurry man! I am freezing out here!

Your fault for coming to London in the bloody winter, but I suppose I should come see you. Where are you?

By the fountain with the creepy looking winged lion/monkey things. I swear, these things are staring at me! );

Okay...ha-ha, you git. I will be there in a jiffy. Do try to stay put!

Artie had sent that over 15 minutes ago. America was never good at waiting, and the anticipation and weather did not make it easier for him. Oh well, if there was one person Alfred could wait for, it was Arthur.

"There you are, you wanker."

Alfred picked his head up and smiled widely. Even though it was an insult, America treasured it. He dusted the snow off his pants and stood up, quickly shoving his hands in his pockets. "Where were you?" America asked as he began to tap his foot; his nerves were reappearing.

"Well," England began, starting to step closer to America, "even though this is my own country, it does take me a while to get here. I am not Dash or whatever you call him..."

"Dash?" Alfred asked as he refused to stifle his laugh."I am pretty sure you mean 'Flash'."

"Be quiet. I was close!" Arthur urged in such a way that his green eyes became brighter. Why does he have to be so cute? Dammit! How am I going to ask him with those eyes? Stupid fear.

Arthur sat down on the edge of the fountain and patted the place next to him, signaling Alfred to take a seat. Alfred did, and that is when England spoke up. "Not that I don't like you in England, but may I ask why you are here?"

I didn't think about that...fuck. "I had a few little errands to run..."

"America, seriously, I doubt you would travel to London to run a few little errands. Now, you said you wanted to see me."

"I did?"

"Yes."

"Well...now that you mention it, I do have something to tell you."

"Spit it out then. I am not getting any younger."

Alfred sighed. Why did it have to be so hard? He was the United States of freaking America, for god's sake! He withstood terrorist attacks, his declining economy, civil wars, and the Great Depression, but he couldn't tell someone he liked him? It was time to man up! "I...I like you Artie...a lot," he stammered out.

Arthur smiled. "I am found of you to, Alfred."

"No...I mean, I like like you...a lot."

England froze with a tint of pink appearing on his face. Alfred couldn't tell if The Englishman was embarrassed or if he was just cold. "Wh-What?" The gentleman asked.

"I know it's surprising and all, and I totally get it if you don't like me back, but-"

America was cut off when England slammed his lips against his. Alfred sat there, shocked, for a moment, but eventually closed his eyes and kissed back, relaxing a bit. It was a long, light kiss and it instantly warmed Alfred up. America couldn't help but notice England tasted like tea and sleep, but he didn't care. He was just happy he was finally kissing Arthur!

When they finally pulled away, America couldn't help but smile. England blushed and quickly looked away, for what he did was certainly not gentleman like. Soon, they locked eyes, green on blue. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Alfred cleared his throat and spoke, "That went better than expected."

England chuckled. "Well, I knew you were nervous about something, I just never thought-"

"I was NOT nervous!"

"You were swaying like you were on stilts, Al."

"...okay, I was terrified."

Arthur smiled and kissed Alfred quickly on the lips. "Well, there was nothing to be scared about.

Now, come on, it's freezing outside. Let's go to my house, and I will make you some hot chocolate."

Alfred nodded as the pair stood up. Then, they walked to England's house; hand in hand, no longer just two random countries.

"Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed". - (Act V, Scene II). ~King Henry the Sixth

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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~AlfredUSUK