America POV
Okay, so, is it me or... has England gotten like... hot?
Well, not like hot hot. Not like Scarlett Johansson hot, but more like cute boy next door hot. I don't know why I started noticing it, but I just did. Don't be hatin'. A man has the right to think his husband's hot, right? We've only been married a week now, he still irks the hell out of me. Then, there's some times when he's not doing anything annoying or crazy (like when he's talking to himself for no effing reason) that he's just peaceful and... I dunno. I shouldn't be thinking like this. He's a country, I'm a country. We're sorta... business partners in a way. And then, on the other hand, there's no harm in it. It's just thoughts, and he is my husband for a month. God damn, I'm so confused about all this!
I started noticing it I guess the other day when I was about to pull off his 'wake up call' yet another morning. If you don't know what I mean, every morning I sneak into my room (that he's occupying) and press the red button on an air horn to wake him up, it's a small prank big deal. That morning, I peeked my head and air horn holding hand in the doorway. Snickering to myself, I looked to England sleeping in my bed. I almost put in my earplugs when I take a double take back to his sleeping face. His arms are wrapped around one of my pillows and his face is slightly buried in it. His little pink lips pout some, but they look like they're smiling a bit. He takes in a short breath and then snuggles deeper into the pillow. His hair's kinda messed up, but somehow it looks like it was on purpose. His hair is always like that, so damn cooperative (unlike my cowlick). His legs take form as if he's in a lazy fetal position.
NO! Too descriptive, dude! Stop thinking about how he looks like an adorable little baby! Think about something cooler, like fighter jets or those awesome holograms Japan's got in his country of that long blue haired chick.
I look at the air horn in my hand and then put it away with a slight grimace, "I guess I'll let you sleep in a while today." I whisper as I sneak my way out. I go back to the couch and watch TV for thirty or so minutes, long enough until he walks in.
He stretches with his arms above his head, "Mmm, it was nice to at least have one morning where I wasn't rudely awakened." he smiles. That's weird. It kinda... made my heart beat a little faster for a second there.
I slouch deeper into the couch, "Whatever." I say and change the channel. "That just means tomorrow's gonna be even worse than all the other mornings."
He chuckles, "Sure, it will be." He sits on the lounge chair and starts watching TV with me.
"So, uh... what do ya want to today?" I ask him.
"Beats me. It's your country, what do you do for fun?" he counter-asks.
"We can... go to the beach." I suggest. No, not just because I want to see him in the bathing suit I bought him the other day, perverts. 'Cuz it was the first thing that came to my mind.
Somehow I got him to agree to come with me. Surprisingly, there aren't that many people at the beach today. He sets up two chairs under an umbrella and puts our bags on the sand. Almost immediately, he's sitting in the lawn chair and starts reading a magazine. I thought this dude was hot? He's such a bore! Who goes to the beach to just read a magazine?! "You're just gonna sit there and read?" I ask. Not only is he just sitting there, he's wearing a jacket and his swim trunks.
"What's wrong with that? You can go have fun in the water, I don't mind. I'm completely happy right here." He buried his face deeper in his magazine.
I sigh and roll my eyes, I pull my surfboard out of the sand. "Fine, be back in a little while."
"Wait, America! Put on sun screen first." He said, standing from the chair and digging for sun lotion. He presents the bottle for me. I almost put my hand out to take it but he squirts some out before I can. He takes off his jacket and smooths it over his shoulders and over his visible body. Watching his hands go all over, I got red before even stepping in the sun.
"I'll be alright." I turn around and head for the waves.
"America, you're going to burn!" he shouts a warning. I only waive my hand at him.
I sit on my surfboard (her name's Debby) and wait for a nice wave to come in. Once I spot it, I swim my way towards it. When I stand up on Debby, the wave lifts up about five feet higher in the air. It's so awesome, I even get in the tunnel of the water. When I'm almost out of it, I turn my head to England. He's looking at me, not at the magazine anymore. His face seems impressed. I smirk and try out even cooler moves to show off. I guess I showed off too much, 'cuz I slipped into the water.
Of course, after I resurfaced the water and found Debby again, I swam over back to England. I set Debby into the ground and shook my wet hair, some of it got on him. "You're not gonna swim at all?" I ask him.
"No." he returns to his magazine.
"Why not?" I ask.
"Because..." he buries his face deeper into the magazine again, "I can't swim." he whispers.
I look at him for a few seconds until I start bursting in laughter. "Are you kidding me?!"
"What?!" He brings his face from the magazine, "A lot of people can't swim!"
"Yeah, but they haven't been alive as long as you have! You were a pirate for cryin' out loud!" I tease.
"I'm not scared of the water, I just can't swim in it." he looks away.
I grab his hand and pull him out of his chair, "C'mon, let's go." I instruct him.
"Wha- America, stop! I don't want to go in the water!" He persists.
"I'm gonna teach you how to swim, whether you like it or not." I say, dragging him in the water. He tries to pry my hand, but we both know I'm stronger than him. I manage to get him in the water, not without an earful of rude remarks and rejections to the idea. "Look, you're already in the water, just relax." I tell him, he seems to start calming down. Well, except when a wave (even if it's a small one) comes to shore. It doesn't really count as swimming since he can just stand in the water and it goes to his shoulders, but at least he's in the water. He looks to the water and smiles. An actual smile!
"Ha! This is actually fun, America!" He says. He starts swimming to deeper waters, of course I go with him.
"Uh, England you might want to watch out, that's usually where the big waves are." I point out to where the waves are. He looks out to them, but doesn't grant me a response to my warning. We swim for a little while longer, almost half an hour, until he decides he wants to get out. "Alright. We can go home now." I tell him. He starts to swim to the shore, naturally I'm ahead of him being the faster swimmer, and all of a sudden he starts screaming.
"America!" he yells. I look behind, not fast enough to be hit by gigantic frickin' wave and go under and swept away. After like fifteen swirls of my body, I stop and swim up so I can get some air in my lungs. After my head is above the surface, I start to look for Britain. I don't see him anywhere. This isn't good, where the hell is he? I call his name a few times, when I say call I mean yell out frantically. I finally decide to go underwater and search for him. I probably shouldn't be opening my eyes under water but, my husband's drowning somewhere dammit! I found him struggling to breath, bubbles escaping his mouth. I swim as fast as I can to him, like a torpedo. I grab his hand and wrap it around my shoulders, and then help him out of the water. I get us to the shore and now the lifeguard comes to help now hat he can see the passed out guy on my shoulder.
"Get away from him! It's too late for you to do your job now." I snap at him. I lower my head to his chest and listen for his heartbeat. It's beating, thank God. I meet my lips to his. Not like a kiss or anything, don't get those ideas! I just give him mouth to mouth so he can breath, that's all! I do this over and over again until he starts coughing up water. He opens his eyes, and wrinkles his nose. If it weren't for the fact that he just almost drowned, it would be adorable.
"America?" he asks in confusion. I breathe out a sigh of relief. He leans up and tries to stand up, although he fails because he's got a big gash on his knee. I take the first aid kit from the lifeguard and try picking Britain up and taking him to the bathroom so I can patch him up. He sits up on the counter with a towel wrapped around him. I'm on one knee to be level with his knee that's mildly gushing out blood. I wipe up the trails of blood and around the wound with cold water. I spray disinfectant on it and then put the band aid on.
"What'd you cut your knee on anyway?" I ask while playing doctor.
"I don't know, a piece of glass left at the bottom of the water." he shrugs.
I stand up and look at him for a second. He's not looking at me, just pouting off to the side. Don't know what I'm thinkin' in this moment, but I just hug him. It clearly caught him off guard. "Um, America?" he asks.
"I got really scared went you went under and I couldn't find you." I whisper against his ear and tighten my grip around him slightly.
He pats my back like that makes me feel better. "I'm fine now, you don't have to worry." he assures me. I don't really stop worrying but he wants to go home so I have to stop hugging him, get our stuff, and give the lifeguard his first aid kit back.
The day after that, I found out I had a sunburn.
Sorry for the long wait for this chapter, that probably wasn't very good. I just had no inspiration for this chapter and didn't know where I was going as soon as I got to it. I thought I was going to upload more over my summer vacation, but there was laziness, camp, procrastination, and church involved. My summer only has about a month left, and I'm cherishing every minute of it.
I was also preoccupied being freaking excited about Kate and William's baby who was born a day before my 2nd cousin. I was also getting into Doctor Who and Sherlock, they're my new favorite shows lol but they still can't beat The Walking Dead.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter for what it's worth, reviews, favorites, and follows would make my heart beat fast.
