Craming this. I really am
Disclaimer : i don't own anything and i aint getting the green for it.
Fourth of July. America's birthday. It pained England on some level, but he came to live with it. He cried con that day and its true he never comes out on this day, but for some reason he needed to that day. A sort of pull so to speak. So how did he end up in front of America's house instead of watching fireworks in a park.?!
"This was a bad idea. Why am i even here ?!" England muttered frantically. He had even brought a pack of fireworks to light up. And in the car? A cake . Store bought, since he didn't even think correctly before climbing onto a plane and heading to the U.S. He was about to go back to his car when America opened his frontal door.
England froze up as did America. The situation got a whole lot awkward when America saw the fireworks in England's hands. England blushed slightly and decided it was a good time as ever to speak. "Er..well i just thought..! Never mind I'm going home!" England turned and starter running towards his car when a hand on wrist stopped him.
A million things were going through Alfred's head at the turned Arthur around, and looked deeply into the emerald green eyes he grew up with and learned to Love. As he looked into those eyes, he leaned more and more in, until he was separated from England's lips by only an inch. America's eyes went from England's eyes to his lips in a split second and then he closed the space.
The kiss was innocent, to show gratitude, and to bring light to hidden feelings. England kissed back, feeling the same emotions, but with a hint of relief. When they parted for air, England looked down to avoid America's stare. Arthur brought the fire works to his chest as if they were books and anywhere but Alfred's face. "Do you want to light them up? " America said. England nodded and handed them over. When the turned them on and looked up , they saw red, white, and blue.
England went back to his car to get the cake and candle, and then went back to the porch swing where America had sat down and crossed his legs. He lit the candle and after it was blown out, and a piece of cake , England ended up snuggled up in America's side, with America's arm around his waist.
"Doesn't it hurt? " Alfred asked softly , his eyes filled with concern and bright white light, seeing England wincing a bit. "It does, but some how it doesn't hurt as much now that I accepted it. Happy Birthday, America." America kissed England again, and they watch the fireworks continue out throughout the night.