Warnings: Excessive sudden pairing onset, badly written fluff, near miss killing of duck
"Oh for god's sake, Alfred, will you ever learn the correct pronunciation for anything?" Arthur was getting more and more frustrated as the minutes went by-the damn yank had to be doing it on purpose, pissing him off in retaliation for the museum trip earlier that day (which had been perfectly fascinating for any true gentleman, thank you very much).
"But Artie, why the hell would you spell something b-u-r-g-h and then pronounce it like burrito? I'm aiming for Scotland, not the nearest Taco Bell"
"There are no bloody Taco Bells in my country, and I hope there never will be you annoying wanker! God, sometimes I wonder if I should've just let Francis raise you."
England almost immediately regretted saying it. Much as America could get on his nerves sometimes, and he was definitely still a bit sore over that Revolutionary War business, he wouldn't trade those years for anything.
Alfred seemed distressed by this, continuing their awkward silence up until the next park bench, at which point he grabbed England's tie, dragged him down to his level, and kissed him.
They didn't stop for some time - at least until they fell off of the bench and nearly killed a very surprised duck.
England spent a considerable amount of time trying to apologise, but America just stood by and smiled. His goal as a hero had been accomplished: get the love interest.