Hey! It's Puck and Kyo, here with a USUK oneshot! *SQUEAL* Love USUK SOOOOOO MUCH! Alright, for those of you who don't know, the countries have their own names. I will be using those here, so I'll specify. England (UK)= Arthur Kirkland. America (US)= Alfred Jones. Got it? Good! Let's go!

Arthur's 3rd Person POV

Arthur was hanging out at Alfred's house. A bit strange, to say the least, but not awkward. They sat on Al's old couch, watching football, ah, soccer? That was it. Soccer. It was their own teams fighting it out on the screen, that was why Al had invited him over to begin with. But because of this, they were both screaming at the set, hoping one of their teams would finally break the tie they were stuck in.

"Damn!" Alfred cursed.

A comercial for toothpaste came on, and Al stood up.

"I'm gonna get something to drink. You want anything?" Arthur thought for a moment.

"A fizzy drink would be nice," he said, turning back to the television. Alfred cocked his head, looking at his friend as if he were an alien.

"Dude, do you mean a soda?" he asked.

"Ah, is that what you call them?" Arthur said, not really paying attention.

"Yeah, dude, it's called a soda, not ' a fizzy drink'," Al said, chuckling. Arthur stiffened. He was a little annoyed by Arthur's tone.

"Listen, I'm older than you," he said, standing up angrily, "And they're called fizzy drinks. Or pop. But not 'soda!'" Alfred snorted.

"Maybe that's what they were called in your day, gramps," he said, smirking, "but it's called soda now."

Arthur fumed, bright red, smoke coming from his ears.

"Did you just call me gramps?!"

"Yup, lemme get you a drink, old man," Alfred said, headed towards the kitchen.

Arthur sat back down. How DARE he?!, he thought. I am older than him, yes, but to refer to me in such a way! Argh!

Alfred walked back in as the game came on, carrying two bottles of coke, and set them down on a table near the couch. He walked over towards the couch, and in his anger, Arthur grabbed him and pinned him down. Or at least tried too. Because somehow, he ended up on the floor, pinned down by Al.

"Too slow old man! And by the way, you're 'fizzy drink' is over there," he said, pointing over at the table. Arthur saw his chance and took it. He grabbed Al's hand and flipped him by it, landing him on the couch, jumping up and once again pinning him there.

"Who's slow now?", he taunted, smirking. Arthur laughed, and tried to push him off. But Arthur was firm. He wasn't letting go. Alfred frowned. He writhed under his friends grip.

"Come on man!" he pleaded, putting on a puppy dog face. Arthur shook his head. Alfred frowned, brow furrowed.

"Then I guess I'll just have to do this-" he said, pushing his head up to Arthur's and kissing him. For a second, there was a blissful moment, and then Arthur jumped back, beet-red, sputtering and wiping his mouth.

"What the bloody hell was that?!"

"It got you off, didn't it?" Al said. Then he blushed. "That came out wrong. Very wrong. What I meant was-"

Arthur sighed. "Never mind, just hand me the fizzy drink."

"Soda," said Al, handing him the drink.

"Fizzy drink."

"Soda."

"Shut up," Arthur said, pulling his friend close and kissing him forcefully. Al pulled back.

"I win," he said with a wink.

"YOU IDIOT!"

Okay, so I know this isn't that good, but I had fun writing it, and I wanted to write something USUK, so yeah. Please review! And by the way, to anyone who likes Fullmetal Alchemist, check out DIY: How to Cope With Your Father's Death, by Nakabachan! She and I are writing it together, and I think it's going pretty well! Bye for now!