I love you.

That sentence is what I least expected him to say to me. Or never expected. Either way, it's still the same. I'm sitting here on my bed, a letter from him on my hands. In all honesty, when he's writing letters, it's bad. I sighed as I thought, That git... What is he up to this time?

I lied down on my bed. For some reason, my heart flutters whenever I'm around him or just thinking about him. However, I don't consider it as love. Maybe... When he meant by that, he meant only as brothers... I decided to shrug it off and put the letter aside. Well, we're ex-brothers now...

I stood up and decided to go to the kitchen to make myself tea. As I passed by the living room, however, I saw America sitting on the couch. It seems to me that he's been waiting for me.

"America?" I asked. "What are you doing here? A better question, how did you get in here?"

He grinned at me. "I came to visit you, of course! And second, I know the front door was locked so I came in through the back door."

My thick eyebrow twitched a little. I need to lock the back door these days. I continued making my way to the kitchen.

America followed along and opened the fridge as if looking for something to eat. "Yo, Iggy, you have something to eat in here?"

"If you want, I'll go make some scones," I suggested.

"...N-never mind..." He closed the fridge door and went back to the living room.

I also went back to the living room, tea in hand, and sat down on the couch. I noticed America also eating a burger, as usual, but decided to ignored it, as usual.

We were silent for a while until America decided to break it. "England? Are you okay?" I nodded and continued drinking my tea. "You sure? You seem too quiet..."

I put down my tea cup, faced him, replied, "For the last time, yes, I'm fine. I just have a lot in mind, that's all."

"What kind of stuff are you thinking about?" He asked again.

I looked away from his gaze, not replying. I don't want to tell him about the letter... I thought, frowning.

America waved a head in front of my face. "Earth to England! Is there anyone in there?"

I blinked multiple times. "S-sorry..." I trailed off.

"So, what kind of stuff are thinking?" I shook my head, causing him to fake a pout. "Please?"

"I'm not in a good mood, America," I said, not looking up, and continued drinking.

"Then you leave me no choice," he told me. He then did something more unexpected: he crashed his lips on mine. My eyes wide and I pulled away, in a blushing mess.

"I-I-Idiot!" I stuttered. "W-What was t-that for?!"

"Well, you wouldn't tell me what you're thinking about so I figured I'd use my secret weapon." He smirked at me.

I blushed redder at that. That git...! I laid down on America's chest and said, voice muffled, "T-The letter...y-you g-gave me a while b-back..."

I felt him recline, with pillows supporting his back, then said, "That? Heh...I told you I'm bad at writing letters."

"Not that, you wanker!" I punched his stomach, causing him to grunt. "I-I m-meant that part i-in the l-letter...t-that..."

"I wrote those three words?" He finished for me. I just nodded slowly, my face still on his chest. He wrapped me to a hug and he kissed the top of my head, causing me to blush again. "I didn't realize it at one point, but now I do."

"Even i-if I a-attempted to not l-let you gain your i-independence...?"

"Hey now, I thought you've moved on from that." That earned him another punch on the stomach. "Ow. It was just a joke, okay? You don't have to hit me."

I returned his hug and said, "I love you too, git..."

We just stayed like that and we eventually fell asleep.