England knew that Julianne had fallen asleep the moment her hand became limp in his and her breathing evened out. He didn't even bother reaching over to turn off the movie. She probably would've woken up if he did.
The blonde could still remember a time before Julianne entered his life.
Everyday was miserable for him.
He had grown weak over the centuries.
He longed for the days when the sun never set on the British Empire and for the days when America was still a newborn.
But obviously, those glory days have come and gone.
It was only on a rather distressing and rainy day did the Brit bump into Julianne on the street. She was soaked to the bone he remembered and in his haste, accidentally bumped into her. Of course, being the tsundere he was, he practically bit her head off. To his surprise, Julianne had turned around and promptly told him to fuck off. Imagine his surprise when she knew America of all people. After a few more heated exchanges, the Brit begrudgingly offered to take her out for coffee as an apology for his rather ungentlemanly like behavior. He would never thought they were end up like this in a few short months.
England shifted a little to get more comfortable.
"Don't ever leave me, love," he whispered.
