Day 2- The New Years party
England looked at the invitation he got in the mail this morning. It seemed America was holding a New Years eve party tonight. England would usually prefer to stay at home with a quiet cup of tea and a Doctor Who marathon instead of going to one of America's overboard parties. He ran a hand through his blond hair, sighing. But, as per usual, he couldn't let America down. He knew the hyperactive American would be crushed if his own boyfriend didn't show up to his big party. His mind was made. England would go to the party tonight, his Doctor Who marathon could wait.
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Later that evening, England was getting ready to head over to America's house. He figured this would be a casual party, so he dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt emblazoned with the Union Jack. He wore a pair of white, red, and blue sneakers that matched the colors of his shirt. He knew America especially liked it when England dressed casual, not like he would ever admit that to him though. Checking everything over in the mirror one last time, and running a comb through his unruly hair in a futile attempt to control it, England strode out his front door and to his car.
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Striding up to the front door, England raised his hand to knock on the door, but before he could the door was flung open and he was glomped by a certain overenthusiastic American. He writhed to escape America's bone-crushing hug, trying to pry his arms that were currently restraining his breathing. America finally let go and pulled back, a ridiculously huge grin on his face.
"Hey, Iggy! Good to see you dude!"
"Don't call me that infernal nickname! England or Arthur will suffice, and yes, its good to see you too git."
"C'mon lets head inside! Most everyone is here!"
America then whipped around and sprinted inside. England followed the excited American into his living room where he looked around and saw most of the countries here. Spain was on the couch with his arm around Romano, China was hiding in a corner while Russia towered over him while surrounded by that creepy purple glow, demanding that China "become on with him, da?". France was over by the table of various alcoholic drinks with Prussia, one complaining about the lack of fine French wine, the other about the lack of 'awesome' German beer. Germany was sitting at a table with Italy while lecturing him on his lack of courage during battles.
Greece and Japan sat on the couch next to Spain and Romano, with Greece leaning on Japan's shoulder, already asleep. Canada was there too, but of course nobody noticed he was there except Prussia, America, England and Germany. America struck his "hero pose" and yelled to get people's attention.
"Alright everyone, Iggy is here so now we can start the party! Drinks are over there, feel free to get as wasted as you want! Just don't use my rooms for anything…dirty."
America looked pointedly at France and the rest of the Bad Touch trio.
"Anyway, go and have fun!"
Russia, France, Prussia, and surprisingly Greece all immediately heading towards the table full of alcohol. Russia scooped up several bottles of vodka and went back to where China was. England figured a little drink wouldn't hurt anything. He selected a shot of one of his favorite whiskeys. But as he turned away from the table and downed his whiskey, he didn't notice the silver-haired Russian sneaking away from the table with a half-empty bottle of hardcore Russian vodka.
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England tipsily looked down at his watch. His head hurt a lot more than it should, and he was having trouble staying on his feet. He only had that one shot of whiskey, why was he like this? 11:55. Almost time for the new year and the ball to drop in New York. He heard America yelling for everyone to gather in the living room around the flat screen to watch live from New York. By the time all the slightly drunk nations made their way to the TV, it was 11:59. America announced
"HEY! Don't forget its good luck to kiss someone at the start of the New Year! Make sure to find someone!"
Everyone scurried to get beside the one they were hoping to kiss that night. Suddenly live from New York everyone started to chant, and the nations joined in.
"10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
On 1, Russia drunkenly slung his arm around a surprised China's shoulder and kissed him. After a couple of seconds, China stopped resisting and wrapped his arms around Russia's neck. Japan turned to Greece and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, afterwards looking embarrassed with his face flushing a bright red. Spain pulled Romano into a passionate kiss, Romano struggled to push himself away from the Spaniard's strong grip. Romano's face flushed a tomato red when Spain pulled away, smiling. Germany, drunk out of his mind, pulled Italy into a dip. Italy wrapped his arms around Germany's neck and leaned up to meet his lips. Prussia smiling and winking at Canada while he snuck an arm around Canada's waist and drawing him closer for a kiss. France was missing out on all the action, seeing as already passed out on the couch, stark naked save for a rose on his crotch. *Insert England's facepalm here*
England turned his head to see America walking towards him with a slightly pink face and a shy grin on his face. When America reached him, he tenderly wrapped his arms around England's waist, locking his fingers together and pulling him close. England slid his arms around America's neck in response to his romantic gestures. Closing their eyes and leaning together, their lips met. America kissed him gently, and when England kissed him back America immediately deepened the kiss. The feeling of their lips pressed together was too perfect. Only after about 5 minutes did they pull away from each other. England rested his head against America's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. America leaned his head down to whisper in his ear, his breath warm against his skin.
"I love you. Happy new year, England. "
A/N: AWWW FLUFFY FLUFF :D
