Favorite Colors
''-erica!''
''America!''
Snapping out of his trance America turned to look at the voice that called his name. What he was met with were stares from the countries in the meeting and slited, angry green eyes that belonged to a furious british gentleman with a tight frown on his lips.
''Hmm?'' he replied.
America knew exactly why England was calling him. He was spacing out staring at his hand flexing each of his fingers and thinking about how exactly England could such clear green eyes. He should've been paying attention to England who was giving a speech about economy at the front of the room but he was bored out of his mind in the meeting When he was a colony he always wished he had such pretty eye color. Sure, blue eyes were nice, but the only blue things were the sky and the ocean, which were pretty boring.
Grass was green, trees were green, emeralds were green, but somehow England's green could never be compared. Sometimes it was dark with what America called down feelings, like stress, loneliness, and sadness. America didn't like that color, oh no. He liked the color green that appeared when England was happy. It was a clear green, with specs of gold if you looked closely enough. Overall England's eyes were breath-taking.
That's why America's favorite color was green.
''I asked if you were paying attention, which obviously you weren't..'' England said with forced patience.
"Course I was! What kind of hero would I be if I didn't?''
"Then what did I just say?''
''Um...something about how bad economy is right now?'' America guessed.
''Pay attention or I'll wring your neck, Jones.''
Then green eyes turned and England walked away and America sat back down. When England reached the front again he glared at America and silently threatened him. America didn't see that though. What he saw were shining emeralds.
Oh, yeah. His favorite color was definitely green.
