England looked behind him at the approaching America. Probably to ask for money or ask him out on yet another date. Those never went well. Innocent trip to McDonald's, then a trip around town, they'd end up at a bar with England threatening to strip. Which America somehow managed to find France in the crowd and chase him away, so that was a reason, he guessed, that he could be grateful.
"Iggy! Hey dude, guess what. I got a new video game and its wicked cool right!" The American blurted out before England could turn back around.
"Ye hobnocker, I don't care about video games and whatever ye septics dae." England muttered setting his tea down. So much for the peaceful afternoon with Flying Mint Bunny and the others.
"But dude, you gotta hear me out man, It's so wicked cool and I know that-" He yelled, well he was talking, but what difference did it make? He was loud, obnoxious, and a bit of a hobnocker, if you know what that is at least.
"Fackin' ell, I was just hoping to drink some rosie and relax today not hear about yer games." England groaned and stood up fixing the dress shirt he was wearing. Not that it mattered anymore.
America rolled his eyes, he was wearing his normal clothes, a tee shirt under his coat you could barely read it thanks to how much he was moving but England was pretty sure it said something along the lines of: "I got freedom bitch and I ain't going back."
England put his hands on his hips and stood up on his tip toes fixing America's rumpled and disastrous mess of hair. It was everywhere, straight up, sideways, if it could it would've been upside-down. He licked his hand and used it as some sort of temporary gel to get the hair down.
America watched with interest over England complaining about manners or some shit long that line. He didn't listen to the words, just England's movements; he had given in and gone to Poland for advice. He wasn't desperate enough for France yet. So that gay little blonde was the closest thing to a good source of info on getting well mannered guys to notice you. Which lately America had been noticed, but not like him wanted to be.
He threw his arm over England's shoulder and pulled him into a bear hug. An all out American bear hug, leaving England thrashing for air and escape from it. Bones popped under the weight but still America didn't let go. He was having a lot of fun. Who knows, maybe that burger did make him a bit weird, but it was a 3 cheeseburger bacon big Mac, no American would resist that. Except for maybe health freaks, vegetarians, and people who value life.