Hello everyone! So this is a quick one shot I wrote from inspiration in an RP. I actually got assistance for some of the dialouge from my England cosplay friend and my Canada cosplay friend. So here it is!

Of Walks and Windy Kisses

The breeze was faint, yet prominent at random times. It rolled throughout the air, disturbing tree leaves and leaving a peaceful serenity in its wake. Above said wind rolled and ruffled the hair of a certain American, who happened to be running throughout the park. The above said American on the contrast was too busy to notice. Ear buds in and blasting, his senses were inhibited as the music took over control. He listened to the rhythm, the tempo, and the vibes took him away and was incorporated into his running. Stride after stride, seamlessly gliding across the ground. Bobbing his head in time to the music, lost in his thoughts and enjoying his run.

Then, he just happened to trip over a certain Brit, lying out in the grass. He yelped, reaching his arms out to break his fall as he soared through the air; it resembled that of a superhero, flying through the air. He let out a huff of air as he fell flat on his face into the dew-laden grass.

The poor Brit who was the cause of this accident, face planted into the ground. He sighed angrily, getting off of the ground and glaring at this obnoxious American. He tried smoothing out the new wrinkles, patting the dust from his sweater vest. "Your eyes, America, sheesh. You have them, USE them!"

A brother of the above mentioned American was sitting on a park bench not too far away, giggling at the event that occurred. His brother was certainly a dork, but it was another reason why he loved him.

America looked up, shaking his head. The previously mentioned boy was in fact a nation, and one that zoned out at that. He groaned, slapping a hand to his face as he shook his head, attempting to regain his senses. "Ugh... what the fuck..."

The poor Briton who was brought to his doom by the American was also a nation, the personification of The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. England, for short. England stared at the disoriented American with the most curious expression. "You... okay?"

America just looked up in a daze, and then it seemed he finally regained his senses. "O-oh! Hey British dude, didn't see ya there!"

"British... DUDE?" He narrowed his eyes. "What in the bloody name of God is the matter with you? Your noggin got knocked up, eh?"

America just laughed and nodded. "Well for one thing, I just tripped over you. Ya gotta move out of the way next time Iggy!"

"Well excuse me for not teleporting my sitting arse out of your trajectory pass-!"

"You're excused!"

Nearby, the Canadian sighed. He was, as you can guess, the personification of Canada. While normally used to getting ignored this was pissing him off. He poked his brother in the head from behind, and the American whipped his head around. "Brother, you're such a dork." He said, a soft smile gracing his lips. America, also known as Alfred, just laughed and gave his brother a hug.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Anyways, I see everyone's at the park today."

"Yes, I'm here with England and Ukraine. Though right now, she's off walking by herself at the moment."

"Ahem!" came a very irritated voice. Both of the reminiscing brothers turned their attention to the disgruntled Brit, both chuckling in unison at his stand-offish appearance.

"Haha Artie, ya look like a mess." said America.

"Shut up you stupid git…" said England, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment and anger. He huffed and crossed his arms, looking away. "Anyways you wanker, would you like to accompany me on a stroll? Since you ruined my experience so far it's the least you can-"

"Sure!" the American said excitedly, getting up fast and pulling the other along. "H-hey! Wait up!" England sputtered, blushing as he looked down at their linked hands. "A-America, let me go!" he said, half-heartedly trying to pull his hand away. The American just chuckled, pulling him closer and slowing down to a walk. Finally it seemed the Englishman relaxed, allowing himself to be lead along at a leisurely pace.

The park was wonderful, the leaves were a mixture of reddish golds, and it smelled absolutely divine in his opinion. As the flirtatious wind ruffled and rolled through his hair, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to lean a bit against the American. He didn't honestly hate the American; on the contrary he rather enjoyed the overgrown oaf's company. A soft smile graced his lips as the wind and sun kissed his face, making his stress seem to disappear.

The owner of the other hand seemed to be tenser. His body was rigid, surprised at the Englishman's affection. The older nation rarely showed him affection, let alone let him hold his hand willingly. He looked over at England, his eyes closed and serene; for once looking peaceful. With a gulp and a blush he leaned down, eyelids fluttering as he looked down between his lashes. He placed a soft kiss against the older one's forehead, eyes closing softly as he sighed.

England's eyes snapped open, yet he denied his first instinct to run away as he froze, looking up at the American. America, sensing the mood change (for once in his life) opened his eyes, and then went wide-eyed. "E-England, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, please don't get ma- MHPF!"

The Englishman in the timeframe it took for the American to rattle on went through an internal battle. "D-does… this git like me…? Should I….? Yes, I should. I'm tired of denying this." he thought, nodding his head in determination. While the American was still hastily apologizing he shut his eyes tightly and stood on his tippy-toes, grabbing the American's face and pulling him for a kiss.

After the American got used to the feeling he let his eyes flutter close, then sighed against the other's lips and smiled against them as well. He wrapped his arm around the small of the Brit's back, pulling him as close as possible. The older nation in return was giddy on the inside that his kiss was accepted, and he reached his hands up to tangle into the taller male's hair. After a few minutes and a lack of oxygen, the two pulled apart, gasping slightly and grinning at each other like fools.

"Stupid git…" the older male said with affection. "Why did you never tell me?" he said, practically chuckling at the dumbfounded look on the other's face.

"I thought you hated me, that you would never forgiv-"

"I forgave you a while ago, I could never hate you you tosser!" England laughed, kissing the other quickly on the lips. He was practically floating on air, the butterflies in both of their stomachs fluttering around wildly. Soon the American beamed at the shorter male, nuzzling his face against his cheek and pulling him in close.

"So… shall we continue this walk?" the older one asked, smiling softly at his new lover.

"Yeah man!" the American yelled, whooping as he linked both of their hands and pulling them along briskly, talking animatedly with the shorter one.

Meanwhile, a certain Canadian and Frenchman were watching them fondly from behind a tree trunk. A Hungarian woman was standing next to them, accompanied with a Japanese male who were both watching their new film with interest.

"Oh poor Al… I have a feeling they're never going to get a break now…"

"Of course, mon petit! They are just too cute to resist watching~!"

"YES KIKU! NEW FOOTAGE FOR OUR COLLECTION!"

"Ah, yes Elizaveta-san, we sharr have to cerebrate.

"H-hey France, stop grabbing my ass!"

"Ah, but why would I do zat?"

"EEEK~! FRANADA! KIKU GET THE CAMERA OUT!"

"Yes Elizaeta-san."

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

"Um, Artie?"

"Yes love?"

"Don't they realize we can hear them?"

"I guess not… let's just enjoy the walk love and leave the beating of their sorry arses to me later."

"Hahaha! Artie, alright babe, whatever you say."

Hope you guys enjoyed~!

AsteriMar