Feb. 13 - Letters / Memories
Nyo!America x Nyo!England
Postcards
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Dear Britain,
I wish you could be here with me! I miss you so much, you have no idea! But things are still looking great here in New York City! I can't wait to see you again!
Love, America
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Dear Britain,
Ha ha, happy late Fourth of July! I wish you could have seen the fireworks, man! They were amazing! Right over the Statue of Lady Liberty, and they really made her glow! I wish you could be here!
Love, America
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Dear Britain,
Hey, guess what?! I'm coming over to your place soon! That's right, Miss US of A herself is coming to bless the UK with her beauty! You better be ready by the time I get there, okay?! See you then!
Love, America
Britain sighed, a small smile on her face as she looked at each of the postcards and letters and small gifts and trinkets in the box before her. Kneeling in front of her shared bed, she read through each of them, laughing at the funny ones, and sometimes even tearing up at the sadder ones. A small pile had formed around her feet of the notes that had been neatly folded and stored with care. She jumped when a loud voice broke her from reminiscing.
"Hey, Britain! What're you doin'?"
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking, you tit?" Britain retorted as America laughed, stepping into the room. "Or at least of closing the door behind you?"
"Nope! I was raised in a barn." America winked, sitting on the bed and kicking her feet, and Britain merely scoffed. "Seriously, though, what're you looking at?"
"I-it's none of your concern..." Britain blushed, looking to the side while frantically trying to scoop the letters up and put them away without damaging them in the process. In her haste, she hadn't noticed America snatch one up, quickly reading it over and smiling at the memory.
"Aw, you kept all these?" She smiled fondly, making Britain return to herself and quickly yank the letter out of her hand, smoothing it out and putting it in it's proper place.
"O-of course, I did, idiot." She grumbled, crossing her arms. "I was just feeling reminiscent, is all. That's why I was looking through them."
America smiled gently, leaning down and grabbing Britain's chin with her thumb and forefinger, bringing her face closer to her's.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, darlin'..." Her voice was barely above a whisper as her mouth hovered above Britain's, whose eyes were closed as a rosy blush covered her cheeks. America took only a second to appreciate the site before suddenly leaning back, grabbing Britain's wrists and pulling her onto the bed with her. A shrill shriek escaped her mouth as she moved quickly and landed on top of America, who was laughing uncontrollably. Her startled expression turned to one of anger as she yelled,
"You bloody wanker, what the hell was that for?!"
"I love getting you riled up." America replied, smiling while wrapping her arms around Britain's waist.
"S-stop it, you imbecile!"
America just laughed louder.