Disclaimer – I do not own hetalia or any of its wonderful characters
England looked up from his book straight at America he had looked a bit sad all day but it seemed he was getting gloomier and gloomier by the second "are you alright America?" America lifted his head a dark aura hanging over him "I'm fine" was his reply. He didn't seem alright but England didn't really want to push it "alright then" he said with a sigh before returning to his book.
He soon found concentrating was impossible with a sulking America sitting there and was just about to speak when America beat him to it.
"Hey, England…" he sounded a lot quieter when he spoke which was very unusual.
"Yes, America"
"…never mind" that was it! something was definitely bothering America he sounded so melancholy it almost didn't seem possible.
"Look America if there's something wrong why you don't just spit it out" well maybe that was a bit harsh but he needed a little push.
"Never mind it's stupid anyway"
"America we've been going out for a while now I think I can deal with your stupidity" all I got were intangible mutters.
"Speak up lad I can't hear you!"
"Can i…can I have a hug?" well that certainly was unexpected.
"America as I said before we have been going out for a while if you want to hug me just hug me you shouldn't have to ask"
"But you normally get mad if I hug you, and I don't want to give you a hug I want you to give me a hug" god if that's all the lad wanted he could have just said so in the first place, i would have told him no and we could have all gotten on with our lives. That's how it would have worked out now if it wasn't for those damn puppy dog eyes of his, curse them!
"…fine come here then" as soon as I said those words his entire demeanour changed I could have sworn he floated across the room coming to rest on my lap. I awkwardly wrapped my arms around him and he snuggled into my chest the whole thing was pretty awkward for me but he seemed in a much better mood.
"Um, America you can get off now" he just shook his head and wrapped his arms around me as well nuzzling into the crook of my neck.
"Just a little longer?" honestly how could I say no to him? He was just too damn cute!
"Fine…"
"Thanks Iggy!" god there that infuriating nickname was again, how many times did I have to tell him before he got my name right!
"I told you not to call me that!" all I got in response was a little giggle before he closed his eyes again
"You don't mind if I take a little nap do ya? I'm tired and I dun wanna move"
"Whatever you wanker"
"I love you to England, I love you to"
Okay the first story I've done in a while!
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