This is my first Hetalia fic, so I'm not utterly sure if it's good. |D
This was inspired by listening to 'Kiss me through the phone' by Soulja Boy.
It's an America/England one-shot.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Hetalia. :
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Ever since America and England had separated, then came back to each other, they had been so close. If they weren't around each other at a meeting, or a random gathering of some sort, they were talking on the phone, something Alfred had dragged Arthur into doing. The Briton used to not use the phone very much, but now he uses it as much as he breathes, he wasn't entirely sure if he should be angry at the taller blonde of not.
"Hello?" Arthur picked up his phone.. really, why'd he have to even bother saying that? It's not like anyone else calls him.
"Are you expecting someone else?" The voice in the receiver asked, giving a small laugh that seemed to screech in Arthur's ear since he winced some.
Arthur sat in the plush chair that he had moved right next to the phone, something he had done a while back. It gets uncomfortable having to stand for a long while and talk to some idiot. "Hm. Maybe. Maybe I'm expecting a phone call from Francis.."
"WHAT!?--" There was another screech, but it wasn't a laugh. "But I thought you hated France!?" ...Arthur rolled his eyes at the antics from the younger nation. How stupid could he be.
"You know I was just bloody kidding. Alfred, come on, you're always the one telling me not to take jokes seriously.."
"..You are so cruel! How could you do that to me? I thought you loved meeeee." The short haired blonde could hear fake attempts at crying and whimpering.
"Just because I try and joke with you every once in a while doesn't mean I don't love you," After that he immediately froze, a blush creeping onto his face. He was grateful that the younger male wasn't actually there, or else he'd be teasing poor England.
"What was that?" For some reason Arthur could feel the grin plastered on Alfred's face.
"I-It was nothing! You heard nothing! Do you want me to hang up on you?" He was getting panicky for some reason. He usually didn't verbally come out with his feelings.
"Awe, don't be like that, Arthur." How was he supposed to be like when he was practically a tomato?
"You're going crazy, Alfred. And.. you're probably busy, so.. I'll let you go." England's face was cooling off some, changing the subject.
"Ah! I'm not busy, but if you really want to go, because you're 'oh so' embarrassed, then I'll let you go if you tell me you love me." ..What the hell, the next time he sees the man, he was going to hit him. Hard.
"... No."
"Please?"
"No."
"... Pleeeeasseeeee?"
"...Fine! If it'll get you to shut up.." He paused for a moment, trying to collect his sanity.
"Yay!" Well at least the american was enjoying this.
"I-I..." ...He didn't like saying it over the phone; his eyes moving around, as if someone else were around. Then he definitely wouldn't be doing this.
"You what?" Okay, that wasn't helping.
"Augh! I love you!" Arthur's face was once again red as a tomato.
"That's my boy!"
England felt slightly offended by that, but shrugged it off..
"Okay, one more thing, then you can go."
"What's.. that?" He was starting to get fidgety.
"Kiss me through the phone.~"
"......" –
Alfred stared down at the phone in his hand, he could hear the sound it made when the line was disconnected.
He couldn't help but smile.
"That's my boy."
Fin.