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Chapter Two: What America Wants, He Gets.

-[England's POV]-

We drive on the road, it taking forever to get to my house, since I live in the more country-side of town. He looks at me and turns down the radio.

"No, seriously… Why are you in a bad mood…?"

"You know me; I'm always in a bad mood." I say and face him. He pouts slightly and drives around a corner. "We're still in the city part of the neighborhood? Damn, how long did it take you to go from the school to here?"

"THERE WAS TRAFFIC OKAY? You should've been paying attention instead of just spacing out!" He argues with me and I sigh, clearly frustrated. "Okay, tell me. What happened at school to make you like this—"

"Will you just quit it about the bad mood thing?"

"Kind of hard whenever you sigh every three seconds! Tell your boyfriend what's wrong!" He teases slightly, but I sigh again and look at him.

"Well… Apparently I'm flunking every course except lunch and history."

We stop at a stoplight and he looks at me, shocked. "How the hell—?"

"I don't even know, alright? I-I just wanted to forget about it… But now you brought it back up again." I scowl at the boy and he apologizes.

"Here… How about this? Why don't we go to McDonalds, for hamburgers?"

"No!" I yell, kicking my bookbag slightly.

"Why not?"

"Just… Just no." I say and he turns sharply, going into the drive-thru. "You must really want something to eat if you ignored what I said—and now you're ignoring me again by deciding what you want and talking to yourself. Thanks. I love you too." I deadpan, glancing outside the window.

I realize that America is holding my hand when he orders. I think he was even holding it while we were driving!

"Uhhh, yeah, can I have three triple cheeseburgers, two medium fries, and two large chocolate shakes, please."

"Alright sir, is that all?"

"Oh! And an iced tea, for my boyyyyfrieeeennnddd!" He squeals loudly and I push myself down farther down into my seat, trying to hide myself.

"America? Is that you?"

…Russia…? What's he doing working at McDonald's?

"Duuuuuuuuuude! Russia, what are you doing here?"

I hear a honk coming from behind us, and I look into the rearview mirror. I see Germany getting angry and Italy crying. "America. Less time chit-chatting, more time going around the corner. Now let's go!"

"Alright, dude, my man's bein' annoying, just tell me the price and I'll go around." America says and Russia tells him the price; we go around the bend.

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After America was done with his food, I hadn't even made it halfway down my glass of iced tea. "Eat much…?" I ask and he looks at me like I should've known.

I was only being sarcastic!

"Alright, where shall we go now?"

"Home."

"Wh-what…? You don't want to spend time with your boyfriend?"

"It's not that. It's just that… I want to spend time alone." I say, looking out the window. He pouts slightly.

"Can you spend time alone… with me?" He asks and I glare at him; wouldn't that just ruin the point of spending time alone? "What?" He looks back at me for a few seconds and I spat at him to keep looking at the road instead.

"It defeats the purpose, America."

"So? I'm your boyfriend; I deserve the right to spend time with you." I sigh, and instead of just arguing with him, I agree. "Alright, so… how about we go to Wal-Mart or something—"

"How about we go to my house?" I suggest, and he pouts slightly, but he nods his head. He's silent the rest of the way there.

X

He turns and pulls into my driveway, turning off the car. He leans over and grabs my bookbag for me and slings it around his shoulder, getting out. I follow him out and walk in front of him, opening up the door.

I struggle with it, since it's locked. Mum probably took my brothers out for a ride or something. I turn back to America and he takes off the backpack; I grab my keys out of the front pocket. "Aw… I wanted to bust it open…" He pouts and I glare at him.

"I wasn't going to let you in if you busted down my door." I growl out and he hugs me tightly.

"No, you wouldn't." He says and I blush slightly – I wouldn't, but I would be damn sure he'd fix it. I walk in and he shoulders my backpack again, picking it up. He walks inside too. "So, what do you do here?"

"I have to finish the homework."

"That's boring! How about… I give you a bath?" He asks, looking at me, and I turn a deep red.

"N-No!" He pouts further and grabs my hand. "No, America! I'm failing classes so I have to finish it!"

"You'll finish it later! C'mon, Brit! I wanna give you a bath!"

"No!"

"Are you scared that I might see everything…?" He asks and I turn darker. "You are… I didn't say you had to get naked… I was just saying that you could get into like, your swimsuit or something!" He says, turning a bit red too.

"O-Oh…"

"Then will you let me give you a bath?" He asks and I sigh, nodding. "YES!" He shouts and drags me upstairs.

What the bloody hell did I get myself into…?