Hey, everyone~ This is the USUK fic I mentioned in my A/N in my other fic, Best Friends Don't Hit on Each Other's Boyfriends. I know I said it'd be on my joint account, but all will be explained at the bottom. :3
This first chapter is a tad short, but don't worry, there's more to come!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
"England," America whined. His huge body was sprawled across the couch, his head dangling over the side.
"What do you want?" England responded from his seat in the comfy armchair to the left of the couch. Unlike America, his posture was straight and proper - stark contrast to the other blonde nation, who was now laying upside down, Nantucket brushing the floor.
"I'm bored!" America told him as the blood rushed to his head.
"Well what do you expect me to do about it? Watch tv, or better yet, pick up a book for once," the Brit told him, holding up the novel he himself was reading for emphasis.
America groaned. "No, all that stuff is boring. Ugh, I'll find something else to do. Since you're no help, Artie!"
"Yes, yes, run along now," England murmured distractedly, having already returned to his book. As an afterthought he added, "And don't call me Artie."
Despite his dislike of England's obvious way of brushing him off, America did what he said and went upstairs in search of something to cure his boredom.
He ended up walking in and out of all the rooms before finally finding himself in the guest bedroom. While normally this room would be cold and almost eerie, it still held a spark of life in it from when France had visited last week. Actually, one could argue that it made the room seem even creepier.
Out of nothing other than sheer boredom, America walked over to the closet and opened it, curious to see what was in it. France (unfortunately) visited so often, that he pretty much kept a lot of his stuff there for convenience.
As rifled through the Frenchman's clothes, a fun idea popped into America's head. He grabbed one of France's blue and red uniform - complete with a rose and all - and quickly began to change.
Wait until England sees this, America thought, snickering. This'll be too funny!
Ever so quietly, America snuck downstairs. When he entered the pose, he stifled a giggle and call softly, "Oh England~"
"What is it?" the Brit replied, not even glancing up from his book. "Check me out, dude! I want your opinion on something."
Sighing, England finally tore his eyes away from the page and looked at America. He froze.
"W-what... why are you... What the bloody hell are you doing wearing that?" England spluttered.
"How do I look~?" the other asked in return, striking a dramatic pose, the rose stem in his mouth.
As England continued to struggle for words, America finally allowed himself to laugh loudly and freely, the rose carelessly landing at his feet. After he finished his laughing fit, he looked at the silent England to see his reaction. To his surprise, he saw that England was... blushing.
"England?" he questioned in confusion.
"What?" England snapped. He looked away then back at America, and his blush only darkened.
"...Why are you blushing?"
"What? I am NOT blushing, you idiot! Why the hell would I blush over you in... France's clothes..." Despite his words, it was clear that the Brit couldn't pull his eyes away from the sight before him. Plus, America caught the way he stammered France's name, and he sure as hell didn't like it either.
"England... What's up? Either I'm really sexy or... You're thinking about France. And dude please tell me you think I'm a sexy beast right now..."
England smiled weakly and said, "Of course I'm not thinking about France, love."
"You told me you were over him already," America accused.
"I am! And I have been for a long time now," England exclaimed indignantly.
America clenched his fists and looked away. "Whatever." And with that, he turned and made his way back up the stairs to rid himself of the French clothes which now felt slimy against his skin.
So that was chapter one, and there's really only about 5 more for this fic. It was originally written as a oneshot based off a bunch of rps I did with KagamineRinChan (Alexandria), but it just kept growing longer and longer and longer... Yeah, anyway, the reason I decided to post this here instead of my joint account with Alex is because I decided not to make this an M rated fic. Why? I didn't want to ruin the ending with the smut I had planned. Instead, I'll gonna post that M rated section in a totally different collab with Alex. I know this all sounds kinda confusing, but just read and review and put us on alert, and I promise you'll be fine~