This will be a work of one shots, maybe some two shots. Different AUs and if you want, I will take requests. All USUK/ UKUS prompts though~

Enjoy.

America's favorite color had always been green. Ever since he was a child, he loved the color of grass in the spring, or most importantly, the color of England's eyes.

After England began to look after America, the color began to become somewhat special to him. Each time he looked in England's eyes, he saw kindness and love. So understandably it was his favorite color.

Until England left.

After England left, green became ruined for America. He would scowl at the grass during the spring and summer because it reminded him of the brother that had left him. Green now meant loss and betrayal to America.

When England came back, America tried desperately for them to act as they always had. Things like that do not happen between two people that spend years apart and change. England hadn't changed as much as America had, though. America had grown, he aged, and he matured. England had aged, but he hadn't grown or matured in the same way America had. They were different, and they both knew it.

England came home to a rebellious brother. Everything he suggested, America did the opposite. So England had to become stricter than he already was. In demand of his boss, England had to pass laws that he didn't want to press onto the young nation. He himself found them idiotic and unreasonable, how was America supposed to agree with them? England knew he wouldn't.

And America did not agree with any of the laws. He began to hate England and his stupid green eyes. When his people rebelled, he was there with them. The thought of separating from his big brother came to him in passing. The thought at first frightened him. Leave England? He's taught me everything I know. It wouldn't be fair to him to throw that in his face. But with more laws, the thought became reality.

During the Revolutionary War, each time he saw a soldier with green eyes, he thought of England. He was tempted many times to sneak into British territory to apologize to England. He never could, so he never did. Once the French became involved, the Americans gained hope. We could actually win this. We could actually become free from our tyrant. He became sad, angry, depressed, and confused. He was hurting the man he loved for the good of his people. Which meant more to him?

When America saw England for the first time during the war, he almost turned back around. England hadn't seen him, thankfully. England was sitting down on a fallen tree with his head in his hands, sobbing. He was mumbling, but America was too far to hear. He had decent idea about what England could be crying about.

America himself almost began crying at the sight of his not-so-brother sobbing over him. He felt guilty, but England brought this upon himself. That's what America told himself continuously.

Washington gave him the news. "You are going to fight a soldier named Arthur Kirkland tomorrow. He is a red coat, and quite good apparently. Be prepared for rain tomorrow."

He had immediately paled. "W-Why am I to fight him?"

As Washington walked out of his tent, he paused before saying, "He asked for you personally."

America threw himself on the ground and sobbed. He apologized to England for each time he had hurt him, disobeyed him, and mocked him. He fell asleep quickly, having nightmares of the day to come.

America met England on the battle field. His hands were shaking, either from anger or being nervous, he didn't know. He met England's eyes hesitantly. He searched those green eyes for anything. England looked tired, worn out, and old. America remembered words England had told him, "War ages a person, America." At that moment, America realized how right he was.

Once England collapsed on the muddy earth, his eyes flashed up to America's. Sadness and anger shone out of his faded green orbs. America's tears mixed with the rain, and for that he was grateful.

Decades later, America and England began talking again. At first it was almost painful. Each time America looked into those eyes, he was resentment and hurt. He vowed to himself he would make England smile and bring light back into his eyes.

It took a few more years before England smiled at him. America was to present a project that his boss had him working on. Needless to say he was nervous. Just as America was about to start speaking, he made eye contact with England, who smiled slightly at him. It wasn't the smile America had grown up with, but it was a smile nonetheless. Needless to say his presentation went smoothly.

America realized he was falling for England during WWII. England needed him and he came to help. He realized France had asked for his help, but America said no. Here he was, on his way to help them because England had asked. He made sure England was okay when he could.

After WWII, he and England became quite close. They began spending time alone with each other at their houses, watching movies or eating dinner together. England's eyes gained their luster again. It was nice in the beginning. They laughed together and enjoyed each other's company. America and England were friends again.

But then America let his mind think too much about their situation. He allowed himself to wonder if he was the reason the green eyes shone with happiness. He wanted to know how England felt about him. Did he just want to be friends? He didn't think so, if the look England gave him was anything to go by.

It was their monthly movie night at America's house. England said he would bring the movie, what he forgot to mention was that the movie was scary. America tried his hardest to act cool and not get scared, but when England grabbed his hand, he might've jumped. He glanced down at their hands and smiled.

After the movie, they sat there in the dark, fingers still entwined. They turned to each other in the same instant.

"America-"

"England-"

They both blushed and looked down at their knees.

America looked up first. "You can go first," he spoke softly.

England shook his head. "No, you go."

America smiled. "Same time?"

England nodded. "Sure."

America held up his hand. "On three."

He counted down from three and took a breath.

"I love you."

"I love you."

They giggled softly. "We're insane, aren't we?" England asked, with a pleasant smile on his face.

America shrugged. "Yeah, I think we are."

England smiled, and it reached his eyes. "Is that a good thing?"

America smiled in return. "I think so. I've been insane my entire life, though."

England's laugh was genuine and bubbly. "I know you have."

He smiled shyly. "C-Can I kiss you?"

He blushed deeply. "Y-Yeah…"

They both leaned forward until their lips met. It was a sweet kiss, full of love and gentle lip brushing. Their lips melted together like puzzle pieces. When they pulled away, the first thing America noticed were England's eyes.

His eyes were shining with glee, love, and joy. This was the happiest he had ever seen England since before England had left.

England was finally happy, and so was he.