XD So I finally decided to do a USxUK fic, sorry for the amazing shortness XD Lol, I kind of ran out of details...XD Hahah.

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"I love you."

England's eyes widened, and he slowly looked to the American standing next to him. Americas face was filled with a big goofy smile, and his face was flushed, though not as much Englands face was now.

"W-what?" England asked in surprise. America merely grinned wider and leaned toward England, who was sitting in his favorite chair, reading a book much older than even America.

"I love you." America repeated. England blushed deeper and shock his head, he couldn't believe this.

"S-shut up you git! Your just saying that because your drunk." England said with a big blush, trying to calm himself and go back to reading his book.

America didn't say anything back, so England tried to ignore him, and try to relax again. How the hell had America even gotten in him anyways?

Oh yeah... England had let him in...but he hadn't known he was drunk! He thought America never got drunk, seeing as how nothing had happened the past few times England tried to get the idiot drunk.

England had been enjoying his lovely Saturday morning, no work, no stress, so he decided to make some calming tea, and read for the rest of his morning. He was even able to garden a bit before settling down! He was a rather fine gardener if he said so himself.

He was about to sit down and start his book, but he had jumped up in surprise when someone banged loudly at his door. Grumbling to himself, he had stomped to the door, and slammed it open, only to pause in shock, and then grow frustrated. America leaned against the wall, his face covered by his hair.

"America, what the heavens name are you doing here?" England yelled out to him. However, America simply looked up, with a red face, and laughed.

"Hey! Iggy, when did you get here?" But his words were slurred and he stopped several times, forgetting for a moment what he was saying, but was able to remember and continued.

England scowled, not noticing America was drunk at first. "What the hell am I doing here? Well I fucking live here!" He shouted, mad America had interrupted his relaxing time.

America simply stared at him, like he had just noticed him for the first time, and then he grinned and pushed past England into his home.

"H-hey! America! Blasted child! America! Get OUT! ALFRED!" He said as he tried to push the american out of his door. However, America was much much more stronger than England, so England's words and actions went ignored.

England, seeing that he wasn't going to win, simply slammed his door shut, and stomped back to his chair, glaring for a moment at the american who was sitting in England's other chair. America looked up to him, and grinned weirdly, causing England to stop for a second. Didn't he look and sound a bit weirder than normal?

"A-America...are you drunk?" England asked. How could he have not seen? America's flushed face? His slurred voice? His wobbliy actions?

America's face frowned and he shoke his head stubbornly, "No! I am-" he hiccupped, "not."

England raised his eyebrow and simply sighed. America was drunk...He put his hand to his forhead, feeling a headache in the making. America was drunk. He had to take care of a freakin drunk person! He had wanted to relax, but now he had to take care of a drunk person? England sighed. Fine. Whatever. He'll just go back to reading, America could do whatever he wanted. He probably would just stay on that couch, and England could keep a good eye on him that way.

"Sure you aren't..." England said sarcasticly before snatching his book and going back to reading.

However...America planned to make that as difficult as possible.

"Iggy~ Iggy~ Iggy~!" America sing-songed, making England extremely irritated.

Dear God, where the bloody hell had he gone wrong when he raised this boy?

"Hey~ Hey~ Iggy~!"

Just ignore him... Just ignore him...Just ignore him

"Iggy!"

Ignore him...

"I~g~g~y~!"

Ignore!

"I! G! G! Y!"

Snap.

"WHAT!" England said furiously, turning from his book, raging within.

America simply stared at him, got up from his spot, and leaned against the arm to England's chair.

"I love you."

Oh.

And that's how he had gotten into this particular situation, America proclaiming his love, and England blushing and trying to ignore him.

He had to admit, even though he hated the idiot's guts, England still loved America. More so than a brother should. He hadn't just been devasted over losing his brother when America declareded independance, but he had lost the one he loved. He had grown to love the boy, who was now a young man.

So that's why this moment was straining to England's heart. America was doing the one thing England had wished for, for years, but ... England looked away from America's face, he was only drunk, he didn't really mean it...He was probably just joking and would just leave England the first chance he got, like he had left him so many years ago.

"Your just drunk..." England said dismissively, his blush gone, and his heart sad. America couldn't possibly feel the same, he would never. He always called England an old man, boring, and mean. This always made England feel so self-concious; he always tried his best to look good. To wear his finiest clothing around America, but with to no avail. America never noticed, he never got England's hints. So hearing him say these words, they made him feel all warm inside, but...they also just made him feel worse. Why hadn't America just gone home? Why the hell did he have to come to England? Why couldn't he just leave him the hell alone? Like he always did?

"Go away...' England mumbled, saddened greatly by America's presence. 'Go...'

America just kneeled down to England's sitting height and stared at him.

Silence.

"No." America said firmly, causing England to turn to him in surprise,

"Wha-", but he never finished. When England had turned to him in surprise, America had taken his chance, and grabbed England quickly by his chin and pulled him close, smashing their lips together. England's eyes widened greatly, and he watched as America's eyes closed before him.

America...America was kissing him? Kissing him?

When he felt America's tongue swip against his lips, asking for entrance, England closed his eyes, and relished in his kiss. He dropped his book, and brought his hands to wrap around America's head, pulling him closer, and pulling and twisting his hands through America's soft hair.

Deepening the kiss more, it was then England realized what he was doing. He could taste the alcohol in America's mouth, and he pulled back fast from America. He was kissing a drunk man! That was nothing more than taking advantage of someone in their time of weakeness...

England quickly pushed away America, grabbed his book, and began fastly to walk to the stairs, trying to escape to his room.

"England!" Cried out America, quickly following him.

How could he do this to America? How? He was horrible, so horrible!

"Arthur!" America grabbed England's wrist and pulled him around, slamming both England against the wall. He put both his hands on either side of England, keeping him trapped.

"Leave me alone!" England shouted, tears forming at his eyes. Wouldn't America just leave him alone? Just this one time he actually did want him to go?

"Arthur..." America simply said, looking at England's face with saddness. He leaned his head on England's shoulder, and simply said his name over and over again, "Arthur...Arthur..Arthur..."

He looked up into England's eyes, "I love you." He said perfectly clear.

England, however, still fought, "No! No you don't! Y-your just saying that because your drunk! You don't really! You! You! " He brought his hands to his face, and cried. "Why? Why America?" He looked up to America's face, his tear-treamed, "Why can't you see that I love you? Why? Why are you so mean to me?" He cried some more, "Why?" America watched him in surprise. He leaned hi head forth some more and then looked up to England.

"I do love you." And then he kissed him again, pressing him closer to the wall. England still held his hands to his chest, gripping America's shirt, tears still streaming down his face, and his eyes wide open.

It was then that England really believed him, he really did. He closed his eyes, and pulled closer, tears still falling down his face, but not of saddness, but of happiness. America really did love him...He really did!

America pulled back.

"And, I'm not drunk either."

Duh! Duh! Duh! And the truth comes out! XD Hahah. :D I hope you enjoyed~!

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