This is only the beginning, and I dunno how long it'll turn out to be. All I know is that this will end up being quite long. (I have this "chain" all figured out from this start to it's distant end.)
There was a layer of snow covering the ground; and it still fell, and it looked like it would continue too until late into the night. As it was, at only nine o' clock, America was quite ready for the day to be over. He gave a sigh as he realized his house was still quite far away, and that it would be empty tonight. Not exactly something he was wanting. An idea came to his head, maybe England would be home? He decided it was worth a shot.
He found his way through the freezing cold to the older nation's doorstep. With a shaking and cold hand, he knocked on the door. He gave a shiver as a breeze swept past him, and he hoped the man was home, and still up. Luckily for him, he heard the rattle of locks being undone and the familiar Brit cracked the door open to see who it was. He made a strangled noise of surprise when he saw the shivering American.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Why are you out this late at night!?" he shouted.
America grinned down at him, although it only seemed half-hearted. "It's a long story. Can I come in?"
"It's 'May I come in?'" England corrected, but stepped aside and held the door open for him anyway.
America hurried inside and England closed the door behind him. Upon turning to see what was up with his former colony, the older nation quickly and unexpectedly found himself caught up inside of America's arms. The latter had his face buried in the crook of England's neck, and his whole body was still shivering. Slowly, awkwardly, England reached out and wrapped his own arms around the other man's waist. He could vaguely hear the young nation sniffling, and his breathing was slightly erratic. He was crying.
"America, are you alright?" England asked tentatively.
"H-he…he just…" America had to take a deep breath. "He just dumped me! Russia dumped me for China!" he cried out, his body now wracking with sobs.
England went silent, not quite sure how to comfort the sobbing nation. Sure, he and Russia had been "dating" for several months now, but England had never been sure how America seemed to think they were compatible. America was always so high spirited and full of vigor when it came to his poorly thought up plans to solve any problem, global or otherwise. Russia, however, always wore a cheerful smile, but just below that calm exterior was a black heart buried in thick fog and frigid temperatures. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down England's spine. Really, America must be a complete idiot not to have noticed that side of Russia. Then again, thinking on it for a moment, England supposed this wasn't too far from the truth.
"Hey, England…" America sniffled, breaking said man from his thoughts. "Do you mind if I…if I stay with you tonight?"
England choked up a moment, before pulling his mind out from the gutter. Really, he had to stop spending so much time with France…Not that he ever spent time with that wine freak willingly! With a sigh he replied, "You may as well. Your house IS pretty far away."
"Thanks." America said, letting him go at last. He dug his fists into his eyes in a poor attempt to hide the few tears that remained there.
"Go and take a shower or something before you catch a cold. I'll bring you a change of clothes." England told him, tearing his arms away from the man now that he was done crying into his shoulder, although his cheeks were a light shade of pink. "You can use the guest room. I'll fix it up for you."
"Actually I was thinking-" America began, but stopped short as he realized how abrupt that had been.
England stopped his ascent of the stairs and turned to face him. "You were thinking…what?" he asked, scowling ever so slightly.
America looked down at his feet shyly. It was very much unlike him to behave this way. England waited, hiding his impatience as America seemed to be fighting himself over what he should say. At last the younger let out a long sigh and looked back up at his former guardian.
"I was thinking that I could, that is if you're okay with it of course, that I could...erm…"
"America, why is it that when I WANT you to talk that you decide that you've forgotten the language that I gave you?" England stated, scowling.
America flushed at little at this. "Hey! This isn't exactly something I just say to anyone! Give me a break here! It's embarrassing!" He slapped a hand over his mouth as his elder raised an enormous eyebrow at him. He fidgeted as England descended the few steps he had climbed. He watched as the other approached him, a hand on each of his hips and still scowling at him. For a moment America almost caught himself wanting to say that it was the cutest thing he ever saw. He mentally slapped himself.
"Then just what WAS it you wanted to ask me?" he asked. America jumped at how close the other decided to stand.
Taking a step back, America held up his hands, as if that would defend him from England's accusing stares. "It was nothing! I'll just go and get my shower now, thanks!"
America made to move around England, but his arm was caught halfway through his stride. He was taken off guard as he found himself being pulled down and his lips being captured by the other's. When released, America saw that England was just as red in the face as he felt. The shorter man's green eyes were turned away in genuine embarrassment. America corrected his earlier thought. THIS was the cutest thing he ever saw.
"I-idiot…I know you better than anyone else." England stated with some difficulty, hand still on the other nation's arm. "Now tell me what you were going to say."
America smirked, having found himself a new wave of courage. He wrapped his free arm around his former guardian's waist and leant down just a little to rest his forehead against England's. "I was thinking that rather than having you make up the guest room, I could just stay in yours."
England flushed a deeper shade of red; despite the fact that he knew he had been the one to make America say that. For a moment his instinct to hit the man before him sparked up, something that had come from dealing with France for way too long. Thankfully for America, it was extinguished just as quickly when said man decided he ought to return the kiss from earlier.
Neither men noticed as the bushes outside the window rustled; nor when a blond-haired someone climbed out of them and ran off into the freezing cold night. A smirk was present on his bearded features.
And thus ends part 1!
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