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American baby blues are apparently irresistible to certain green eyed Brits.
America's Puppy Dog Eyes Will Make England Do Anything
"I'm not sure I follow, Angelterre. You broke your wrist because L'Amerique has blue eyes?"
"It's more complicated than that, frog", snapped England. "Wait... How the hell did you get into my house? I locked the door!"
"Never mind that! Do not think of me as your enemy. Think of me as your concerned friend, who would like to know what L'Amerique's eyes have to do with your broken wrist."
England sighed and began to explain.
[Fffffff~LASHBAAAACK!]
"Hey, England, will you do me a favor?", asked America innocently.
"It depends. What's the favor?"
"Well... I learned from a certain source that hydrogen and oxygen create a really cool explosion when you catch 'em on fire, so I was wondering-"
"NO!"
"You didn't let me finish!", protested America. "Somebody told me that hydrogen and oxygen make a really cool explosion when you light them on fire, so I was wondering if you would test out a bike jump for me."
"You know, even if I would have been previously inclined to say 'yes', I wouldn't now, because your very presence has given me a headache."
"Aw, come on, Artie!" America widened his eyes and batted his eyelashes while sticking out his lower lip.
Looking at America's unbelievably cute face, England tried to resist the inevitable, clamping his hands over his mouth. "Mmph. N-n- Sure, let's go."
"All right! Thanks, England!"
"Whatever."
"Let's go!" America began tugging England toward his own back yard.
"America? Shouldn't we be getting on a plane to your place?"
"Huh? Oh, nah, I've been secretly building it in your back yard. I had a little help from Tony."
"Bloody brilliant. Does that- Oh my God." England's jaw dropped as he saw America and Tony's bike jump. Instead of the typical ramp on the ground, this jump required a ladder to get to the top a home made hill that slanted downward nearly vertically before curving up at bottom. "Trying this would be suicide! You said you built a bike jump, not a bloody skate park! Bloody hell! Suicide, d'you hear me? A-and I don't even own a bike!"
"That's okay! I brought one. It's on top of the hill.'
"With a helmet?"
"Dude, if you screw up on this, I don't really think a helmet's gonna help you", laughed America, slapping England on the back.
"Oh my God."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get up there!"
England slowly advanced the ladder and climbed up. True to America's word, there was a bicycle at the top, and nothing else. "Okay, whenever you're ready!", yelled America from the ground. England swallowed and mounted the bicycle.
"Ah, so you broke your wrist on the landing of the jump?"
"Let me finish."
"You mean that's not it?"
"Do you want to know or not?"
France shut up.
"O-okay, I guess I'm going now", England called back to the ground.
"This is gonna be so awesome!"
England pushed off the ramp. Instantly, he was barreling downward, the wind whipping his hair around his face. And there it was: the curve upward. And then he was in the air- Holy shit was he upside down? How was he going to survive a landing upside down? Wait, was that the neighbors' pool? Was that the neighbors? With a splash, England was under water. He abandoned the bike and swam to the edge of the pool, mentally preparing a massive apology to his neighbors. He fully expected them to be angry with him.
"Hahahaha! Oh man, that was kickass!" Wait. That was an American accent, but that most certainly was not America. His neighbors were American? "See dude? I told you moving to Britain was a good idea!" Shaking, England removed himself from the pool. Leaving the bike, he slowly walked back to his house, preparing the most vicious tongue lashing he'd ever given. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't notice America until he was on the taller nation's shoulders.
"Oh my God! Iggy, you are a fucking legend! That was so awesome!"
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now."
"Huh? Didn't you have fun?"
"I- Well, I guess I did." To his astonishment, England found himself laughing. "I survived! Let's celebrate with rum!"
"Can we get ice cream, too?"
"Whatever."
"But first can we go get my bike back? You're already soaking wet."
"Oh yeah. Sure, let's go get your bike!"
"You're fun when you're jacked up on adrenaline!"
"Why, thank you."
England's neighbors were still laughing about the 'crazy dude who fell out of the sky', and didn't mind at all when England jumped back in their pool to retrieve America's bike. He wheeled it back out to the street where America was waiting. "Great! Now let's go get some ice cream!"
England nodded. Then the bike hit a rock, sending the front wheel into America's crotch. America fell sideways, as did the bike, which also pulled down the unsuspecting England. "Damn it, Iggy, that hurt!"
"Fuck, I think I broke my wrist."
"My bike better be okay."
"My fingers are going numb."
"I think the frame is scratched!"
"You'd better drive me to the emergency room, git."
"Can we get ice cream first?"
"Hell no! Hello, my wrist is fucking broken!"
"Pleeeeaaaaaase?" America turned his expression back into his puppy dog eyes, a small tear sliding down his cheek.
"Fine."
"You're that pathetic, Angelterre? L'Amerique has got you wrapped around his finger!", laughed France.
"Shut up, stupid frog! What about the time you were in the hospital for a week because Canada-"
"Look at the time, I should go. Nice visiting you, Angelterre!" France didn't bother England about his wrist any more after that.
