America stopped outside of England's door. Any other day he would have, and had, knocked—if he didn't just enter through a window. But today wasn't an ordinary, normal day.
Grinning, he put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a shiny brand new key that he'd found in his mail box attached to a short note in England's elegant handwriting. America chuckled as he remembered the note; it warned him to use it only in an emergency, for no other reason at all, had 'I love you' forcefully written onto the paper, and then, in a corner America almost didn't see, a small P.S. telling him to visit when he was in town. In fact, as soon as he could, America was on a plane and now here he was, outside England's door ready to use his—his—key on England's door.
America shoved the key into the lock and flung the door open. That odd feeling he normally got when he entered England's house took a long moment to settle on him, almost as if it had been startled. "There is nothing here but England," he said confidently and nodded. He did not hear a laugh, not at all, and he walked with a calm stride, not hurried steps, to the kitchen where he heard England. "It's just him doing the dishes, nothing else." There was not another laugh, he was not hearing things.
America stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, momentarily observing England as he stood at the sink washing dishes. Though… America squinted a bit, focusing on the amount of dishes in the sink. That was a lot of dishes for just one person… Shrugging, he silently walked into the kitchen. He probably just let them stack up like America did.
Keeping as quiet as possible, America stopped just behind England, ready to surprise him with a hug.
"Hello America," England said just before America's arms surrounded him. He adjusted some so that he could continue washing the plate and yet keep being held by America.
"How did you know I was here? I wanted to surprise you," America whined, squeezing him slightly.
"I have my ways," England said mysteriously and moved the plate to the side, picking up a cup.
"Hmph," America huffed. He let go of England and sighed. "Do you have another sponge? Two people working on the dishes means you'll get done faster and then we can…" he trailed off, turning red.
"Spend time together?" England offered and stepped back in order to allow America access to a door under the sink. "There should be an extra one down there."
America nodded and quickly grabbed a sponge from the cabinet. He shot England a giant grin and grabbed a plate to start scrubbing. England gave him a small smile and stood next to him, starting again from where he'd left off.
America began to lean against England after his second dish had been cleaned. It was a slight pressure, more for the touch than the support. Any other day England would—and probably had— shrug him off and tell him to stop being so clingy. But today wasn't an ordinary, normal day. Not with the new key he felt in his back pocket.