Song: Malchik Gay.
Artist: T.A.T.U
Btw "Malchik gay" is Russian and means "gay boy".
He sighed. What year was it again? For a second he could not remember. Catching himself in looking at his cell phone for the calendar, he smiled bitterly at himself. Sometimes all these centuries just got to your head.
2011. How long had it been? England shook his head, he could not remember. Nor did he care to either. The less he thought about it, the better. It was just stupid, really. Clutching onto his poor phone he tried to pretend he was merely reading the documents of yesterdays report, and not imaginatively burning holes right through them. At least, he tried to ease himself; at least he was grown up enough to see it for himself. Grown up. Yes indeed. England snorted, then hurried to shake it off as a cough as he got a concerned glance from Japan.
Japan was standing over by America. Apparently they were engaged in quite the interesting conversation. No doubt about a new game or movie -a horror movie, most likely. England looked away and back to his papers. Grown up yes, at least that's what you would expect a couple of millenniums to do to you. Then again, nations aged differently from humans -both on the outside and the inside. Probably to keep them sane.
But honestly. England supported himself to his assigned desk as he sat down. It was no joke any more. It wasn't even close to funny. England frowned. He was not blind. He was not as blind as everyone seemed to believe he was, and he was certainly not as blind as that stupid git. He knew what was going on, and he didn't like it one bit. And on top of that, only two days had passed of this bothersome week of meetings. Really, why did they need a week? This could have -he glanced at America- been resolved in a day or two and -he gripped onto the edges of the desk, glaring at the desk top- they could all be on their merry way back home now.
Groaning, he got back up. They had to begin soon. England quickly walked toward America, clearing his throat on the way. «America.»
Upon hearing his name, the younger blonde turned toward him.
Handsome.
«Yo, what's up?» and a wide grin.
Tender.
America's eyebrows lifted. «England, you look funny,» he poked the smaller nations forehead, «what's-»
Soft.
«Amérique, Germany is not quite pleased with your last hand-out,» France was standing by mentioned, displeased nation, reading through an exemplar of the same documents England had left on his desk.
England could just as well have been made in to air as America spun around and trotted over to them, eager to explain his latest plans.
Why do you look right through me?
England looked after him. Thinking. He reached out a handed, opened his mouth and- No. England bit his bottom lip. This was not the time to do anything stupid.
«England-san, are you all right?» Japan, also left behind by America, smiled that soft, gentle smile of an old nation.
«Oh, yes,» England returned the kind gesture. «I'm fine. Just lost in though.»
I can't deny my feelings.
«Could you please excuse me?»
Growing strong.
«America left before I could whack some sense into him.»
I try to keep believing.
Japan nodded understandingly, watching as England followed in the wake of the younger.
dreaming on,
«America!»
And every time I see you,
America was broken off from whatever he and the French nation was talking about, turning halfway to the sound of his name.
I crave more,
«Don't just run off while I'm talking to you,» England reprimanded. Acting on impulse, he put his hand on America's arm to gain his full attention.
I wanna pull you closer
England bit his lip inwardly upon the feel of the thick fabric of America's bomber jacket under his fingers.
Closer -his fingers tingled- Closer. America pouted an "okay" -Closer. England could feel America's arm move under the fabric.
"Oh, what's that?" America abruptly jerked curiously forward, pointing at something on one of the many sheets of paper Germany was holding. At his sudden forward movement England's hand fell off his arm. It fell limp down by the English nation's side.
But you leave me feeling frozen.
"Malchik gay?" Taiwan's voice reached through the crowd, and with a glance to the right England could spot Japan and Taiwan talking to Russia. Russia was smiling sweetly as usual, though did look a little curious about their sudden interest in his language. Nevertheless, he didn't really mind it, and repeated "Malchik gay", to assure them they had got it right.
I can be
"America." He collected himself to the best of his ability.
all you need.
"This meeting is already long overdue," he let his voice take an irritating tone.
Won't you please
"So get your arse moving! God, I swear sometimes it seems like you deliberately avoid looking at the time. Will you not grow up already?"
stay with me?
"Aw," America pouted. "You're no fun, Iggy~."
"I don't think I actually care." He did. Regardless, he ushered the younger nation along, saying something about being bloody lazy, careless and a whole bunch of other things. He wasn't really paying attention to himself.
"Malchik gay," Taiwan and Japan passed by him, lost in their own little bubble, chatting together like little high school girls as they headed for their seats. England frowned. He tried to focus on not walking into anything while pushing a talking and laughing American. Obviously, being pushed through the room was extremely entertaining.
"Malchik gay."
He shove America down into his seat before retracting his hands. One of them slipped past the thick collar, briefly sliding across the soft skin of the American's neck. It sent a river of tingling sensations down his spine, forcing England to nearly pinch himself not to subdue to the urge of letting his hand linger there, feeling the warmth that was America and the soft-
Apologies, might-have-been's.
It required all England had of willpower to turn around and get his feet moving back to his own seat.
"Malchik gay, Malchik gay."
If possible, he would have rushed over to one of the large windows and banged his head against it. Too bad only a human would get severe and life threatening injuries from that, while for him it would only end in having to pay for a new window.
Can't erase what I feel.
No he bloody couldn't -he had tried-, and it was getting to be bloody annoying. What an irony that he only yesterday had been perfectly capable of denying it all with a straight face when confronted by France, and today he couldn't even get his knees to work straight. How in the queen's name had he managed to keep acting normal all those years, while he now all of a sudden had to go crashing down like a plane without wings?
"Malchik gay, gay"
At least America looked about ready to start now. That was a slight comfort, he told himself as the American rinsed his voice. Now if only those two Asians would quick their whispering and start behaving like they used to.
"Malchik gay."
"So, the first topic of the day," America announced. England picked up the cup of tea he had prepared before the meeting, swirling it around with a slow wrist movement, watching the blonde talk without really hearing what he was saying.
"Malchik gay."
"Therefore," America reached a conclusion; England took a sip of his tea. "I think we should all take a look at my abs an-"
Choking
England spluttered tea all over the place and in less than two seconds had he the attention of every nation present. "Er.. M-my apologies," England said slowly, glancing around him, all too aware of all the eyes looking at him. "Could... could you please repeat that?"
back emotion,
America's head tilted ever so slightly. "I said that first of all, I think we should all take a look at my adds. My politicians have posted a lot of them lately, it's hard to keep up by myself," and he grinned sheepishly.
I try to keep on hoping
"Oh, well, yes," England cleared his throat "of course." He tried wiping off the light brown stains from his documents with a handkerchief from his pocket.
for a way,
He let his eyes travel across one of them, skimming through something America had written.
a reason for us both to
"America," he spoke, giving his voice that tone indicating he had something to complain about or use his centuries' long time of expertise to correct. "Can you please explain this to me?" England pointed to a word in the document.
come in
"What?" America left his post, navigating around several tables and leaned over England to read across his shoulder. He positioned one hand on the table to lean on as he read, shifting for a more comfortable stance to read more thoroughly.
Close.
England could see the American's neck mere inches away out of the corner of his eye. He tried not to make any audible sounds as he breathed in a scent of shampoo, after-shave, cologne and that strange odour of sun always seeming to follow the younger around.
I long for you to hold me
His stomach curled into a tight knot that could ever possibly be released. He felt stupid. There wasn't anything he was wondering about with the document either, and when he didn't reply as America asked what the problem was, the American shifted.
like your boyfriend does.
"England, are you okay?" England jerked, dumbfound for a second as two large pools of blue stared right at him, too close for comfort, for the poor English nation. Why did America feel the need to do this to him? Why did he, England, have to be so sensitive to this? Why did his heart have to beat faster and his palms get sweaty an-
"Why, yes of course," England brushed him off, sounding more annoyed that he meant to.
And though my dream is
"Okay," America pulled back. "Don't hesitant to ask if there's anything else." And the English nation was served the usual grin and a thumbs-up. He wanted to bury his face in his hands.
slowly fading,
This wasn't good.
I wanna be the object
America had already returned to his seat, spinning off some hero-blabber before continuing where they had left off.
Object- England wanted to ask again. Object -make America look his way. Object- but it would only be stupid.
of your passion but it's hopeless.
He returned to his documents and remaining tea stains.
"Malchik gay."
Curse his feelings. Then again, America was probably straight. Well, it was not like he himself hadn't enjoyed the company of a woman; he had, quite a few times through his centuries -earlier centuries, mind you.
"Malchik gay."
Mostly humans he had stumbled upon by accident and spent a few days with to get his mind off of worldly business. And then there had been The Queen. But she was had been a special case. When it came to being a nation, sexuality wasn't the same as with humans, female or male didn't matter as much- but that was beside the point.
I can be
His thoughts were running away with him, and now that America finally had got his lazy bum back on track, he wasn't capable of keeping focused.
However, besides being a nation, America was most likely mostly straight. That much England believed to have gathered through the years.
all you need.
England couldn't help smiling a little when remembering a confused and lightly desperate America who had had too much fun with too many young human women in too short a period, coming to him for advice on what to do.
Won't you please
Then it was the fact that they would outlive any human more than a thousand times. It was painful enough seeing their greatest leaders go; getting into a serious relationship with these fragile beings was not a smart move. He had been taught that lesson already. All in all, choosing a nation was wisest.
stay with me?
So why not the two of them?
"Malchik gay."
-Oh blast it, could those two Asians stop mumbling already?-. America couldn't possibly still be angry with him? England glanced up at the nation speaking eagerly about his latest idea for solving the terrorism problem with sudden distress.
"Malchik gay."
That couldn't be it. They had long since put all those things behind them, and if there were anyone who would be angry about it all, it would be England. So that couldn't be it, but-
Apologies, might-have-been's
He was old, older than any human; still he was clueless of what to do. How on earth did the humans manage to find a partner (and sometimes several), get married, have children and live happily ever after in only one life time?
"Malchik gay."
And if he did manage to muster all his courage, despite everything, what if the result was an America who would not talk to him again?
"Malchik gay."
England sunk deeper into his chair.
Can't erase what I feel
Why did America have to be so bloody annoying and so bloody charming at the same time?
"Malchik gay, gay."
England wanted his brandy again.
