Okay. I'm back with the next chapter for this fic :) This was actually suppose to be the last chapter but it got too long so the next one should be the last. Thanks to Fluffy Asian Panda and my sister for reading and fixing this so it doesn't sound too weird. As for the punctuation when Spain is speaking. I wrote this on my iPod so I don't know how to add the punctuation normally used in the spanish language so I just left it at that. It kills me cuz I grew up writing with the correct punctuation in Spanish. Oh well. Besides that I have nothing else to say. Enjoy [0]7[0]/*
'Now where has that git gone off to? I just saw him.'
England was looking around the building where the world meeting was being held. He was searching for his boyfriend, America, and debating whether putting a tracking device in his cell phone would be a good idea or not. In England's defense, the American tended to wander off, much like a little kid. It's rather irritating for England since he never knows when America will disappear, or where he'll even go for that matter.
England continued his search for the American. He wanders the halls of the building, trying to think of where America could have gone off to.
'Okay. If I were America, where would I think to go? Hm. Perhaps somewhere with food... The dining area?' England shrugged and made his way to the cafeteria.
Once there he looked around the place, searching for a familiar cowlick to tell him that America was indeed there. England frowned when he failed to see the American anywhere. He wondered if asking any of the nations in the cafeteria about America's whereabouts would help him in his search, but decided against it when he saw Russia sitting at a table fairly close to the entrance. England's been avoiding the Russian and his sister after all the nations saw a tape recording of his and America's confession to each other. He didn't want to start a dispute with them all because he felt a little too overprotective of his American. Russia, however, was still waiting for the chance to see if England can indeed kick his ass. England doubts it, but that doesn't mean he won't go down without a fight.
England sighs and makes his way out of the cafeteria. He wonders the halls a bit more, thinking.
'Right. The dining area was no help. Where else could he have gone? Well, it is America. Perhaps somewhere that rots your brain. But, this place doesn't have a game room.'
England paused. When no other possible places entered his mind he threw up his hands in frustration.
'Great. I'm out of ideas. Now what?'
England looked around for a clue, aware of the fact that their break would be over soon. Out of the corner of his eye he saw France and grimaced. England didn't want to ask France for help, but he had no other choice in the matter. So, England approached France, stopping at a safe distance away from him.
When France didn't notice him coming, England called out to him.
"Oi, frog."
"Quoi?" France turned around looking for the source of the voice. When he saw England, his face broke out into a grin.
"Ohonhonhonhon. Tired of that Amériquen, I see. You want a man such as I, non? Oh, I knew you would come around, mon cher." France winked at England and tried to wrap his arm around England's waist to pull him closer. England stepped even farther away from him and scoffed.
"Hardly. I came over to ask if you'd seen America anywhere." While France was too busy dramatically looking hurt, England noticed for the first time a woman standing next to him. She had brown eyes and black hair tied back into pigtails with red ribbons, which hung off her shoulders. She also wore a light blue dress that complimented her dark complexion. England knew that he'd seen her around, but he couldn't place her name.
As England tried to remember her name, the woman smiled at him and said, "You're looking for America, right? France and I haven't seen him."
England looked at her, his expression dropping. "Oh well. Thank you anyway."
He smiled at her and began to walk away when he heard France calling his name.
"Angleterre." England turned to face him. He tried to look annoyed with the Frenchman, but failed. England just seemed tired, instead.
"What is it, France?"
France smiles at him. It isn't the type of smile that gives you the feeling that he's going to do something bad. Nor is it the type of smile that he uses when he's thinking something inappropriate. This smile was soft and friendly. And not really something England was expecting from the nation.
"Don't worry about Amérique, mon ami. That boy can't live without you. If you can't find him, then he'll go looking for you." France winked at him then placed his hand on the female nation's back, "Ohonhonhonhon~ now where were we, Seychelles?"
Seychelles giggled and pushed France away playfully, "Stop it, France! You're going to have to try harder than that."
England rolled his eyes as the Frenchman said, "And try I will, mon amour."
The group broke up after that. France and Seychelles walking towards the cafeteria, and England wandering once more. After a while he stopped and thought about heading back to the meeting room. 'Where else could I go? I'm all out of ideas. I have no clue as to where a video-game loving, fat American would go.'
England sighed and turned around. He stopped when he heard a voice.
"Psst. Hey, bastardo."
England looked around. When he saw a stray curl poking out from around the corner, he approached it. England peeked around the corner and saw Romano pressed against the wall. He was looking from side to side, as if he were hiding from something. 'Probably Spain.' England guessed. He stood there looking at Romano and asked, "Romano, what the hell are you doing?"
Romano eyed England. His eyes were wide as he hissed at the Englishman, keeping his voice low. "Shut up! Keep your voice down, bastardo! I'm hiding from the tomato bastardo and I don't need you to fucking show him where I am."
England rolled his eyes at the Italian, but did as he said. He leaned on the edge of the corner. England positioned himself so he looks like he's not talking to anyone. When Romano is satisfied with this, he continued.
"I might know where fatty is."
England perked up at this, but he tried not to show it. He kept his face and posture neutral.
"Really? Where?"
"Yes really, you fucking scone."
England ignored the name calling and pressed Romano to tell him more.
"Alright, well, where do you think America went?"
Romano's voice was so quiet that England had to indiscreetly lean closer to the edge to hear him, but he was not disappointed. Only a little surprised at the American's supposed location.
"Last I saw the hamburger bastardo, he was heading to the back garden. My bet is that he's still there, if you can't find him in this hell hole." England's eyebrow went up upon hearing this.
"The back garden? But why would America go there of all places?" He asked no one in particular. Romano didn't realize that England was talking to himself. That or he just didn't care, but Romano still answered England's question.
"The hell I would know. All I know is that he went there and might still be there. Just go check already and stop looking so fucking lost. It's fucking annoying." Just as Romano was about to creep away England stopped him.
"Romano, wait. Why are you helping me? It's not like you like me or America."
"Don't get the wrong idea bastardo. I'm not helping either of you. It just annoys me to see you roaming the building, looking like a fucking lost puppy. With my luck, if I don't deal with you, then I'll have to deal with your stupid American. I'll take you over that idiot any day."
England looked back at Romano and saw that even though he's frowning, the sting to his words doesn't reflect what England sees in his eyes. Romano really did want to help him. His pride just won't let him admit that he's being nice to him or America. Instead of being hurt, England just thanked him.
"Sure. Thanks for the help."
"Look, I told you, I wasn't fucking helping y-"
"Lovi~"
Romano stopped mid-word and his eyes grew wide. Spain was near and Romano looked like he was on the verge of having a panic attack. England looked around them trying to find any sign that the Spaniard was near. When he didn't find any England chanced a glance back at Romano. He seemed to have composed himself while England was looking around.
"Lovi~ Dónde estás, mi tomate lindo?"
Romano receded even further into the shadows, trying to conceal himself, "Shit. I have to go before that Spanish idiota finds me. Later, England."
With that Romano was slinking away and disappearing down the hall.
"Bye, Romano." England was smiling. 'He called me by my nation name. I guess we're closer than I thought.'
England started heading towards the back door when he came across Spain. Spain was searching everywhere for Romano. Even in the littlest places that Romano couldn't possibly fit. When Spain saw England, he approached him with a big smile, eyes sparkling.
"Oye amigo. Have you seen Lovi anywhere?" Spain asked England. England didn't want to lie to Spain because they were on good terms. He saw Spain as a friend, but since Romano helped him, England figured he could do this for the Italian. Therefore, England shook his head, saying, "No. I haven't seen the little bastard anywhere. Sorry, Spain." England saw Spain's shoulders sag a little, but he keeps his smile on his face.
"No, it's okay. Gracias amigo." Spain moved past England and disappeared around the corner Romano was at. England can't help but feel a little sorry for the Spaniard. Here he is getting help in finding America, and Spain can't even get any help to find the one he loves. England doesn't let this bother him for long though because he heard a whoop of triumph and a string of obscenities in Italian coming from the direction Spain went in. England smiled, happy that Spain found who he was looking for. Now England just had to find his American.
'Right. Onto the matter at hand.' England thought to himself as he walked out the back door and looked around the garden, searching for America.
England didn't find him right off the bat. There looked to be no sign of the American anywhere. All England saw were the bushes and flowers that made up the garden and the trees that surrounded it. Germany and Italy were sitting on a bench enjoying their lunches close to a bird bath. They seemed to be the only nations in sight.
All out of ideas, England sighed forlornly and walked to one of the trees near him. He kicked a rock and was about to go back inside to head to the conference room when he heard rustling behind him. England ignored this at first, thinking it's a bird or a squirrel making the noises, but chose to turn around when a large pile of leaves fell on his head. What he found behind him when he turned around nearly gave him a heart attack.
"HEY IGGY!"
England jumps back clutching his chest and takes deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.
"Jesus! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"
America was hanging upside down off the tree. The only thing keeping him from falling and cracking his skull open were his legs, which he hooked around the branch. That wasn't the thing that worried England, though. What did alarm him was the fact that America was wearing a Spider-Man mask. Even through the mask, England could tell the American was grinning at his reaction. England, however, only felt annoyed with the American and a little angry that this was what his search brought him.
"Get down from there will you, before you hurt yourself?"
"Aww, come on, Iggy. You gotta admit this is pretty cool."
England just huffed and crossed his arms. He turned his back to the American hanging off the branch. England didn't think it was cool at all. America was acting like a child and it irritated him to no end.
"Aw, babe, don't be mad. I'm sorry I scared ya." England could not stand the sound of America's voice. Just like that he couldn't stay mad at the American anymore. He hated how America had the power to make England forgive him so quickly. So, England exhaled deeply and turned around. He looked at America and uncrossed his arms. Any chance of trying to appear mad at him completely vanished when England saw America. He had pushed his mask up to reveal his smiling face. America wasn't wearing Texas, making his face look childish and completely irresistible. Once England looked into his eyes, there was no way he could stay angry at him.
"What are you doing America? Please get down before you seriously injure yourself."
"I'll tell you what I was doing, but first, can I get a kiss?" America looked at England, hope reflected in his bright blue eyes, but England just looked at him like he had gone completely crazy. To be honest, England did think America could've been a tad bit insane.
"What? No. What if someone sees us?"
"There's no one here to see us. Please Iggy? Please please please?"
England turned away before America could use the lethal weapon that was his puppy dog face, and looked in the direction that the bench was at. He expected to see Germany and Italy still sitting there, but all he saw was an empty bench and a few birds eating some crumbs left behind from the couple's lunch. England sputtered as he tried to speak.
"Wha- but... They were just there."
America looked to where England was staring incredulously and laughed, "You mean Italy and Germany? Dude, they left a while ago."
England continued to stare at the bench, refusing to face America. He was afraid of what was going to come next. Frankly, he didn't want to know what the American was thinking. England tensed up the next time the American spoke.
"So what do ya say Iggy? Can I get a kiss? Please, sweetheart?"
England turned around to face America, unable to look the other way any longer, not when he could feel the American's eyes digging into the back of his head.
"Fine, but you have to get down in order for me to kiss you properly." He said.
America's grin softened and he looked embarrassed when he next spoke, "Heh. You see... I kinda wanted to kiss you like this." When England looks at him confused, America explained what he meant.
"Um... You know how in that Spider-Man movie, Spider-Man saves Mary Jane Watson from a bunch of thugs one night. Then he takes her to an alleyway and while he's hanging upside down, she kisses him as thanks for saving her."
England wished he didn't know what America was talking about, but sadly, he did. He'd seen those movies way too many times for his liking. America always insisted that they watch superhero movies every chance they got. It was either those or horror movies and England always chose the former because the latter wouldn't get him a good night's rest. Although, with a very energetic American as a boyfriend it's not like England was getting much sleep at all anyway.
England stayed quiet and America continued with his confession, "I've kinda always dreamed of doing this with you. It's like a fantasy of mine. And I, um, well, I was hoping you'd make it come true today."
America looked so hopeful that England wanted to say yes to him. He wanted to make him happy. England fought this feeling however. He was not going to give in so easily. At least England hoped he wasn't.
"You've got to be kidding me. Are you serious, America?" England clearly saw that America was dead serious about this, and he felt his resolve begin to crumble. England knew he was done for when America's lower lip jutted out, trembling slightly, and his eyes became as wide as saucers. England didn't think that they could get any bluer, yet here he was, staring into America's unbelievably beautiful blue eyes, unable to resist the American's request.
England turned his face away from America as a last resort to counter the look he was getting, but to no avail. He gritted his teeth together. England hated America's voice and his face. He hated how the American could get him to do whatever he wanted with just one look. England hated the fact that America had such a powerful influence on him.
But he also loved it.
England loved how the American showed this side of himself to him only. He loved the way America's voice wrapped around him like a blanket, warm and soft. He loved the fact that although America had control of him, he too could control America if he really wanted to.
'I swear one day I will defeat him. One day.' England thought to himself. He had the feeling that the day he does defeat America is a long way away, though.
In the end, England felt his determination become completely destroyed as he looked at his American and agreed to his wish, a blush starting to coat his cheeks.
"Fine. Just a quick kiss." America's face lit up and he grinned like a kid who's received many presents from Santa on Christmas. Just before America could do anything though, England pointed his finger at his face.
"But, you will never speak of this to anyone. Understood?"
America nodded his head enthusiastically and started to pull his mask over his face. England took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to maintain his composure. He swallowed deeply when he heard America speak.
"Okay, Arthur. I'm ready."
England opened his eyes and tried to steady his shaking hands as he reaches up to pull the mask away from America's mouth. Once that was out of the way, he moved closer until his lips were faintly brushing against America's. England felt America exhale softly before he closed the distance between them and connected their lips.
England was expecting a quick kiss. Nice and fast. Instead, he felt his eyes close and his hands move to cup either side of America's face. England's lips began to move against America's and he opened his mouth to let him in, reveling in the sweet taste of the American. His American.
England has waited so long to make this nation his, and now that he finally has him, England couldn't be happier. He couldn't remember the last time he was this happy to have someone to share his life with. America may be insufferable, and difficult to handle sometimes, but that doesn't stop England from loving him more and more each day. The fact that America eats so much doesn't bother England either. This just means he has more to love.
England knew he's been waiting for this man to come into his life and sweep him off his feet. He may not have known it when he was younger, but England was happy he realized it before it was too late. This just made his time with America that much more precious. He'll cherish every memory he makes with the younger nation. No matter how stupid or dangerous America's ideas could be, England will always be there to offer the support and love he needs to become the best hero he can be.
A short distance away from the couple, the birds who were previously eating crumbs flew into the bird bath close to the bench and began splashing each other. The sound of water splashing and their chirps brought England back down to earth and he pulled away from America. He stood there trying to catch his breath and stared wide eyed at America. America's mouth opened slightly and he says, "Whoa."
Both nations' blushes become a deeper shade of red as they continued to gaze at each other. England was the first one to break the silence.
"Sorry. I-I got a little carried away." England scratched the back of his head, looking quite embarrassed.
"No. It's cool, man." America smiled crookedly and pulled himself up onto the branch. He gathered a couple of things into his arms and jumped down. England stared at his feet as he asked America a question.
"So how was the kiss? Did it live up to your expectations?"
When America didn't say anything, England glanced up at him. America's hair was messy because he had just taken off the mask. He looked more like a child without his glasses on, too.
America's smile grew wider as he moved to rest his forehead against England's. He rubbed the tip of his nose against England's gently, and breathed out his response.
"That and so much more."
England bites his lips and keeps himself from kissing the American again because he had the feeling that if he kissed him again, he wouldn't be able to stop. To distract himself from America's lips, England looked down at what was in his arms and tilted his head, curiosity getting the best of him.
"Where did you get the apples?"
In America's arms, he was carrying his glasses, the Spider-Man mask, and two apples. Upon hearing England's question, America looked down at what was in his arms. He put his glasses back on and stuffed the mask into his back pocket, careful not to drop either apple. When all he was holding were the apples he smiled sheepishly at England and explained where they came from.
"I climbed the tree to get these. I had to go all the way to the top to find these." America brandished the apples in front of England's face.
England moved his hand to push America's hand down and asked, "But why all the way to the top? It's dangerous. It would have been easier to pick some from the bottom branches."
America looked down at the apples, still smiling.
"Yeah, I know. It's just that the best ones are always at the very top..." America paused and looked up at England, "And you deserve nothing but the best."
England could feel a huge smile come onto his face. His eyes started to water hearing America say that. England has gotten so used to America's insanely adorable tactics, but they never failed to make to his heart skip a beat. He stopped getting so flustered when they're alone. All he could do now was smile like an idiot and hope this spell that the American cast on him never fades.
"You didn't have to do that."
America looks down at the apples, then back up at England. He shrugs, "I wanted to. I haven't washed them yet, but when I do we can eat them and enjoy the rest of our lunch together."
England chuckled at the American's sweetness and move closer to wrap his arms around his waist to bring him closer. England didn't care who was watching anymore. He was too happy to let anything ruin this moment. He buried his face in the American's strong chest and inhaled his scent before speaking, his voice muffled. "Thank you. For making me feel good enough to have such an amazing person by my side."
America wrapped his arms around England and placed a kiss on his head. He held him close for a moment, letting his actions speak for him. Then he pulled away from England and gestured to the apples.
"Give me a minute. I'm going to wash these. I'll be right back."
England nodded and America walked off in search of a sink to wash the apples. While England was waiting, he sat down, leaning against the trunk. England didn't realize the tree was an apple tree when he first found America, but did when America told him he climbed it to retrieve a couple of the delicious fruits. Relaxing, the scent of apples surrounded him. It was so peaceful that England felt like he could fall asleep right there.
England could feel himself nodding off when America came jogging back and he sat down right next to him. He handed England an apple as he bit into his own. England turned the apple over for a bit wondering how such a small, simple object could make him so happy. Of course, the object was given to him by America and that was enough to make his day.
England had just taken a bite of his apple and was enjoying the day while leaning against America's shoulder when he noticed that it was a little too quiet. He didn't register it earlier because he was too absorbed in his own little world to care, but now warning bells were going off in his head.
England frowned as he looked around. They haven't seen anyone since Germany and Italy left the garden. England found this really strange and checked his watch to see what time it was. His eyes widened when he saw that the break ended some time ago. He abruptly jumped up. America sat up, but he put his hand on England's arm to stop him, frowning.
"What's wrong, Arthur?"
England looked back at America and answered him, "The break for the meeting was over half an hour ago. We're late."
America's eyes widened for a bit when he heard this, then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Shit. Germany's gonna kill us."
America stood up and offered his hand to the Briton. "Come on. We'd better go before Germany pops a vein trying to find out where we are."
England took his hand and the two took off towards the door to enter the building. Once inside, the couple ran through hallway after hallway, trying to make it to the meeting room as fast as possible. England started to get short of breath and began slowing down. America pulled a bit ahead of him and England saw the Spider-Man mask hanging out of his back pocket. England couldn't fathom why America had the thing with him in the first place and decided to ask him about it.
"Hey America." America kept running, but glanced at England to let him know that he has the American's attention.
"Why do you have that mask with you to begin with?"
America laughed breathlessly and answered England's question.
"Why not? I'm a hero, aren't I? It makes sense that I'd carry around hero stuff with me. You never know when it might come in handy." America turned to England and briefly winked at him before facing forward again.
England blushed profusely and mumbled under his breath. "That doesn't make any sense at all, git."
America laughed at this and slowed them both down until he was walking beside England, holding his hand. They were close to the meeting room so there was no need to rush anymore.
"You know you love it." America brought England's hand up to his lips and kissed it gently, never taking his eyes off the Brit.
England turned his head away in embarrassment, mumbling, "Maybe."
America gave a little laugh and kissed England's hand again, "I knew it."
He smiled at England. England swallowed, his eyes caught in those cerulean gems. America's smile dropped and his face became somber when he next spoke.
"I love you, Arthur. I promise I'll do everything in my power to be your hero."
England smiled at this and pulled him to a stop right outside the door to the meeting room. The sound of Germany yelling could be heard from where they were standing, but both nations were so lost in their own world that they didn't notice.
England reached the hand that wasn't holding America's up to touch his cheek and stared deep into his eyes.
"You don't have to do that you git. You're already my hero. You always have been." England blushed and America thought he's never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He leaned down and pulled England into a sweet kiss. England whispered that he loves him and pulled away. He kept a firm grip on his hand and smiled at America before pushing open the door, ready to face an angry red faced German with the man he'd be happy to spend the rest of his life with.
Translations
Spanish
Lovi~ Dónde estás, mi tomate lindo?- Lovi~ where are you, my beautiful tomato?
Gracias amigo- thank you friend
French
Quoi- what
Non- no
Mon cher- my dear
Mon ami- my friend
Mon amour- my love
