Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, just the idea :)
"Love conquers all"
"You git! There's no way robots can stop global warming or an economic crisis!"
Once again, I was being scolded by…him.
Him, whose scowl and bushy eyebrows make people go away.
Him, whose short temper and bipolar attitudes make him hard to understand.
Him, who's one hell of a mess when drunk.
Him, who's cooking is poisonous.
Him, who's against everything I say and do.
So…
Why do I still love him?
Maybe it's because his scowl doesn't affect me like it affects others, and I actually like his bushy eyebrows. They make him different, they make him special.
Maybe it's because I know that his short temper and bipolar attitudes are because he's easily embarrassed.
Maybe it's because I like how cute and innocent he looks when drunk.
Maybe it's because my cooking is equally bad.
Maybe it's because…
Because…
Because….
"Hey Iggy," I said and grabbed his hand, cutting him off. I placed a kiss on his forehead.
"I love you."
That intense red that covers his cheeks, the way he stutters, the way he hesitantly lace his fingers with mine.
I love you England, forever.
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