Another firework sounded and England winced, remembering the days before America left him. Yes, yes the Fourth of July was a day in which America's former mentor was rather sensitive and yes, the younger had a tendency to take advantage of him when he was vulnerable. 'Not this year Alfred. Not his year.' England thought to himself. 'I was your caretaker for years.' Tears began forming in Britain's eyes as he thought back to that time. Back when his protege was just that, and his little brother. He cared for him and took care of him, he bloody loved him and it did no good, in the end he was still left alone. "Al..fred..." His head fell onto his hands, rubbing away the tears that threatened his composure.
"Hey British dude!" The bastard walked in the room. "Party out there huh?" He was practically yelling. "You going to join us soon? It's not a party without Britain!"
His glare was hidden by his hands. "Yeah, since it's because you abandoned me that you celebrate this bloody day." The other didn't hear him as he was too busy laughing as more fireworks exploded outside. England lifted his head and looked at the other, standing from his seat. "No, I'll just be going to bed."
"Aw, it's not the same without you Iggy!" America stared at him with glittering blue eyes. Flashbacks flooded the other with memories of him as a child and he had to suppress his emotions from showing.
"Well that's too bloody bad. And don't call me that." Britain began towards America's guest room as he was in his house for the night, much to his objections. He was stopped when the other hugged him tightly, much like a child begging for something he wanted.
"Iggy~!" He sang. "Please come outside with me for a bit? I owe it all to you!" England wasn't sure how he felt about the statement but he couldn't take the whining anymore.
"Fine, fine. Get off of me you bloody wanker!" And with that, he followed the younger nation outside to revel in what he considered one of his defeats.
The entire time they spent watching the fireworks, America clung to the others arm, pointing and smiling at the light show. The elder sat quiet the entire time, thinking about how he missed the other clinging to him in excitement, being so close. But now seemed somehow different; his heart never beat so fast around him before. He quickly dismissed the thought, turning his attention back to the sky, resisting a scowl.
"Britain." America's attention turned it's focus, causing the other to jump slightly. "You wanna go in and watch a movie or something?" His hand slid down the arm it had been clinging to and grabbed the others hand, squeezing it lightly
England blushed slightly at the gesture and before he could answer the other was pulling him back inside, not letting go of his hand until they got there.
America left him sitting on the couch, letting the previews play on the movie while he, of course, got snacks. Minutes later, they fell onto the couch together, settling in much too close for Britain's comfort as he was squished between the armrest and the other nation. Why did he have to sit so close ?
The movie droned on and England's mind wandered from boredom, rather focusing on the other who was fighting to stay awake on his shoulder. England nudged him, waking him slightly so they could readjust positions. When they relaxed again, Britain was laying down and to his dismay, the other had simply fallen on top of him, falling asleep whilst doing so. The Brit smiled slightly, still reminiscing about their younger days. "Alfred." He purred quietly, kissing the top of his head.
"Hnn," Came a muffled reply. His heart started pounding. "Say it again." America smiled up at him through tired eyes.
Green eyes stared back in confusion."Say what again?"
"My name." He scooted up and nuzzled the Brit's neck. "Say my name again, Iggy."
England blushed. "A-America. You should be getting to bed, and so should I."
"No no no." He whined. "Not that! Say my name again!" He wrapped his arms around the flushed nation, resting his chin on his chest.
"Bed." Was all the other could manage to say, trying to push the other off, failing in the process.
"No Iggy! I never get to see you anymore. Will... Will you sleep with me tonight?" He scooted even closer to Britain, uncomfortably near him now.
"Sleep with you?" Britain questioned, his mind instantly going where he didn't intend it to, slightly wandering as he pictured the other writhing below him in sweat and moans. He managed the strength to practically jump out from under the other nation, stumbling once he got to his feet. "No, no America." It sounded more like a question. "Sleep in your bed and I'll sleep in mine, you're not a child anymore."
"It's still technically my bed." America smiled from the couch.
"Oh bugger off you wanker!" Britain began towards the guest room, averting his gaze and hiding his blushing face.
"Igggyyy!" America whined, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling. "Come back! I don't wanna be alone!" He threw his hands straight up in the air in desperation before dropping them back down. "England!"
"What do you want?" The blonde returned into America's view as he peered over the back of the couch.
"I told you! Sleep with me!" He whined, closing his eyes like a child, and squirming on the cushions. The others mind instantly went back to the mental images he had to fight against; those images of his younger friend under his control and yes, it was tempting. He was so vulnerable at the moment.
"And I told you no. Now go to bed, you need your sleep." England rounded the couch, pulling the other to his feet. He sighed and pulled him along. "America, why do you have to be so stubborn?"
"Well, I was raised by you." He giggled and hugged him. They said nothing more as they walked into America's bedroom. Blue eyes stared at the other as he sat him on the bed.
"Alright, goodnight." He smiled at him before yawning and began out the door.
"Wait! You're really not staying in here with me? I thought you were just teasing." America whimpered.
Britain sighed. "Fine, just until you fall asleep though! The I'm going!" Before he could say more he was yanked onto the bed by the other, falling on top of him. He lied there awkwardly for a moment before scrambling to get off. America just hugged him, holding him where he was.
"What's your rush?"