A/N: Damn. I've been doing a hella lot of writing. xD Anyways, here's some USUK fluff, just for you, reader at home! This is gonna be a short chapter, the others will be longer, I promise. This is more like an introduction than a "chapter"
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"W-well you see America," England started, trying to choose his words carefully. It had taken him years to work up the courage to finally do this, confessing to America that is. He was terrified, but he couldn't keep it in any longer. "I want to tell you something."
"Yeah?" America said, grinning. England dropped his gaze. This was going to be harder than he expected. Absent-mindedly, he traced the top of his cup of tea. How should he say this? He couldn't possibly just "say how he felt." No, explaining to America that his every thought was filled with images of them together, that he had been heart broken in every instance that they had grown apart, or that he was so head-over-heels, over-the-top in love with him that sometimes it hurt, would scare him. He had to tone it down, be causal. Work America into the idea of it.
"Well, we've been spending a lot of time together lately-"
"Yeah! It's been awesome!" America said, cutting him off. England's heart jumped at the words, even if he was a bit annoyed that he was interrupted.
"Yes, it has been," he agreed. "Well, what I wanted to tell you is, um, I like you." He kept his eyes on his tea, not able to look up at the other man.
"I know that, I like you too," America said, flippantly.
"No, America, I don't think you understa-"
"Hey, do you wanna come over to my place for a few days? There's a new museum opening close by where I live, and there are a few concerts I think you'd like," America cut England off again, smiling broadly. England opened his mouth to say something, but instead picked up his tea and took a long sip on the too-hot liquid and scalded his tongue. Tears came to his eyes, and he wasn't sure if it was from the pain in his mouth or in his chest. America hadn't turned him down, but…he just didn't get it.
"Yes, America, I'd love to come over," he said, running his fingers through his hair. He ignored the other man as he rambled on about all the things they could do. England wasn't sure how or when, but he'd find another opportunity to relay his emotions. Now if only he could get America to understand…
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Okay, super short, but like I said, just kind of an intro. Leave a quick review and let me know what you think~ I hope to have the next chapter posted soon.