This is my short fic/drabble collection for America/England. Enjoy!
Prompt: Teddy Bear
He hated to admit that he wasn't surprised, nay, in fact he was basically expecting it. It was, after all, his choice of a movie that they'd watched that evening. And anything with ghosts, even a non-horror movie, tended to get to America.
"England...can I stay here tonight?"
And even though he was over two hundred years old, he managed to put on a pout that took England back to memories of him as a young colony.
Huffing in feigned irritation, England rolled over on the mattress to face away from the blue puppy dog eyes that were nagging him. "It wasn't even a scary movie, America. Bloody hell, can we not watch anything without you using it as an excuse to crawl into my bed? Get yourself a teddy bear or something. It is named after your former boss."
America shrugged, holding up his dangling left arm to reveal a large brown bear clutched in his hand. "I already have one."
England groaned in frustration. "Then get another and let me sleep."
He listened for the sound of America retreating out the door, but it never came. Instead, a very timid question was asked.
"Would a bigger teddy bear help?"
Rolling his eyes, England sighed. "Sure. Whatever you think best."
The sound of America's footsteps on the floor reached England's ears, and he was about to attempt to sleep again, when his mattress sunk under sudden weight and warm arms encircled his waist.
"A-America, what in the blazes are you...." England froze as a warm breath tickled his neck, his face flushing scarlet.
"Got myself a bigger teddy bear." He pressed a sloppy kiss to England's cheek before nuzzling into his back. "Yep, I think this will help lots."
And knowing that it was no use trying to push the stronger country away, England settled himself in America's arms, putting aside the actual teddy bear on the nightstand. After all, America wouldn't need both.