The airport was seething and packed full of people as America pushed his way through the crowd. It was the end of the holiday season and people were heading home to return to jobs and responsibilities and back to their normal everyday lives, tired but still somehow fresh with the prospect of a new and better year.

But right now America couldn't be really that bothered about the hustle and bustle of the airport because he needed to find someone.

And then he had to say… well something, he'd figure that out when he found him. Perhaps he ought to apologise.

He slipped through a gap in the crowd and surged forward again, surely he had to be somewhere here, his plane hadn't left yet America knew that much, but still it wouldn't be too much longer until they started boarding and then he'd never get to say goodbye.

A small part of his mind just wanted to call the airport and cancel his flight entirely but that seemed a bit mean for all the other passengers.

Still, he wouldn't rule it out completely if it came to it.

He had to be around here somewhere though, this was his gate! Not that it was particularly much help as the seating area was crammed full of people and it would be impossible to spot anyone let alone someone shorter than him who was well practised in disappearing into the crowd.

America wondered if he should give up.

It wasn't like he wanted to speak to America anyway or he wouldn't have left so absurdly early before America had even woken up without leaving so much as a note.

America had rushed out as soon as he realised that he had packed and left. Canada could look after all the other nations that had stayed at his house over the holidays he was sure.

America slumped against the wall and sat down. He'd really messed it up this time, he knew it. And not only once but twice? He was screwed for sure. If only he could make it up somehow, right now he felt desperate enough to do anything.

But for once luck seemed like it was on his side because a pair of shoes walked past him that he instantly recognised. "Eng-Arthur!" America yelled perhaps too loudly at the person in front of him. He really had to remember where he was before he just opened his mouth and spoke sometimes.

"Al-Alfred?" Arthur's mouth felt like it had gone dry. He been so sure that he'd got away without being noticed. He shuffled where he was for a moment before hurrying of as quickly as he could manage with all the hustle and bustle around them.

"Wait!" America cried grabbing England's wrist before he lost him in the crowd again.

England froze and reluctantly turned around knowing he couldn't get away from America's absurd strength. "I need to go and catch my plane Alfred let me go."

"The plane's not going to leave just yet Arthur," America said desperately, "Hear me out at least please?"

England bit his lip but stayed just where he was.

America paused. What should he say now?

"…Are you mad at me for kissing you at Christmas?"

A tiny little pink flush appeared on England's cheeks. He shook his head. "There was mistletoe Alfred, it didn't mean anything so it doesn't matter."

But oh it did matter a lot to the American, a whole heck of a lot. He'd been wanting to kiss England for so long and it had just been so perfect and England had kissed back and he'd felt a moment of soaring hope until England pulled back just gave him a small smile and wandered off back to join the party without so much as a word.

"New Years?" America questioned. It perhaps hadn't been his greatest idea ever but he'd been at least a bit tipsy, or maybe a bit more than that but he wasn't sure and England had been right next to him and it had just seemed like the perfect opportunity…

So he'd leant in and kissed him again as the new year turned and he was almost certain England had kissed him back again but maybe that was just his hopeful thinking.

England frowns, "We were both drunk. We agreed on that."

America nods and wonders why he can't just sweep England of his feet and carry him off into the sunset like in his great Hollywood movies.

"So why did you run off this morning Artie, you didn't even say goodbye," America whines relaxing at least partially now he knows England's not mad at him and shuffling closer in the small space now he felt safer. He hadn't particularly want to be on the receiving end of England's punches, he may look fairly slight but he packed a lot more strength then his appearance showed on the surface.

"I had a flight to catch." England answers, pointedly not looking at him and attempting to ignore the fact that he's blushing from the proximity.

"You didn't need to leave that early!" America whined again in a way he knew would make England feel guilty, "I wanted to tell you something!"

England shuffled feeling guilty just as America had predicted. "What was it then Alfred, you can tell me now."

America draws in a deep breath and steps back so he can look England in the eye. England deserves to know this after he'd essentially forced two kisses on him. He'd messed up and done it all the wrong way around and he had fix that.

"I pulled you under the Mistletoe on purpose on Christmas," America admits. England's eyes widen but America gives him no chance to reply because he has more to say, "And I knew perfectly well what I was doing on new year's and if I had the chance I'd do it again because I love you Arthur Kirkland."

The confession fell from his lips with surprising ease despite how long he'd been holding it back, something about it just felt right.

"Hey, uh, Arthur, it's okay you know, you don't have to say anything, I know that they didn't mean anything to you and that's ok-" He was cut off as Arthur reached up and yanked at his shirt collar pulling him down to his level just inches away from his face.

"I believe you just said if you had another opportunity you'd take it?" England says smirking at him and sidling a little closer.

America face splits into a grin and he happily takes yet another opportunity to kiss the one he loves.

Phew~ Sorry it's a bit later than normal but school started today and it's just been busy and tiring. But this Drabble still turned up and it's closer to drabble length then most of mine have actually turned out to be!...

Originally this one was going to be about England turning up in America after the holidays to celebrate with America but then it turned into this thing... also in this version I was going to have England miss his flight so that he'd have to stay at America's a bit longer but then I wrote the ending and felt happy to leave it like that :)

Hope you liked this one, I'm still determined to do a drabble a day! - Sekaira

ScoreptoRoses - I'm not sure about Zombie's right now but Superpowers seem interesting! I'll write that soon if I can come up with a plot for it :)