The continuation of what seems to be a failed fic. ^^; But thanks for reading.
CHAPTER TWO
Damn.
The meeting seems to last longer than usual. It should be lunch time already back at England's place and his stomach isn't willing to compromise even for one hour longer. He grudgingly admits that he's rather lucky the meeting's currently held at France's; they only have one hour time difference.
It's not the hunger that bothers him. He's thirsty as hell! Sure they provide drinks in the room. Coffee and soda. No tea, thank you very much, he sighs under his breath. What worse is he has emptied his bottle of mineral water and now he can practically feel his throat burning.
He turns his surveys around the room quietly, trying to distract himself from the thirst, and he spots a half-full bottle of water just half a metre away to his left. He swallows longingly.
A sharp nudge prods his side. England hisses in pain.
"What?" he turns, glaring viciously.
The host country arches one of his perfectly trimmed eyebrows mockingly. "What are you doing staring at my bottle like that, getting horny?" He mouths the words soundlessly, winking flirtatiously.
Annoyed, the Brit rolls his eyes. "Hardly," he mouths back.
Suddenly, the half-full bottle appears before him with a soft thud as its bottom touches the table's surface. England eyes the French questioningly. His thick eyebrows are knitted together in confusion.
"Here, just take mine." the other signs, relying only to his lips movements so not to make too much noise as a nation proceeds with a boring speech.
England stares at the other blonde, then at the offered water. He gulps, yet making no movement. It is France's but he thinks it is okay since he's too damn thirsty to care anymore.
He eventually gives up and grabs the bottle, shamelessly emptying it within three seconds flat.
He's just put the empty bottle down when a folded piece of paper lands an inch from his right elbow silently. Picking the paper curiously, he recognises the small, neat handwriting on it.
"Nice kiss, England-san. Indirectly."
England crushes the paper in his grip, feeling the heat crawling all the way from his neck up to his burning face. He takes a risk glancing to the direction where the paper has come from. Though he already knew from whom it really was, it's still unnerving to see the Japanese's satisfied smile and approving thumb up.
Moreover, he definitely needs more water now.