Update XD I'll say now, I'm honestly not too sure what happens in this chapter...It'll be a surprise for both of us :D
Japan often found sleeping over at someone else's house awkward. He didn't know what he was allowed to touch in the mornings, if he was able to make his own tea or breakfast. It was especially difficult when he woke up before his host. Lying in bed awake too long often felt uncomfortable and he would soon find himself getting up and wandering around the vaguely unfamiliar house.
Even though England had told Japan he could use the kitchen to make the okayu, Japan still felt self-conscious as he entered through the small doorway. How lightly could he take the term 'make yourself at home'?
What he wasn't expecting was to find a rather frantic looking America in the kitchen, brandishing a kettle and a tin labeled 'tea'.
"Oh, Japan! Great timing!" America said in obvious relief. "Quick, I need to know, how the hell do you make tea?"
With a faint smile, Japan gently eased the kettle out of the American's grip, glancing around the kitchen to make sure America hadn't broken anything as he pressed the object into its proper place.
"I'm guessing the tea is for England-san?" Japan said as the kettle started boiling.
"Yep! He said he wanted some. I told him I'd make it for him, but..." America laughed nervously, handing the tin of tea to Japan. "Well, I don't usually have to make tea, so..."
Japan took it, placing it down as he grabbed a mug from an above cupboard. "I'll do it" Japan said. "Did you sleep well, America-san?"
"Yeah, although England was pretty annoyed when he woke up. I guess finding someone else in your bed is pretty shocking, but..."
"Huh...?"
America frowned, thinking over what he had just said. Was it okay to tell Japan? It wasn't like it was illegal to sleep in the same bed with someone. Well, you usually had someone permission first, but he wasn't France. He wouldn't try to do...that to someone while they were sleeping. "I didn't have anywhere to sleep last night" America explained with a little shrug. "I knew you'd feel uncomfortable with it so I decided to sleep with England. I didn't want to wake him up to ask since he's ill, so..." America smiled, a little sheepishly.
Japan nodded, letting what America was saying sink in. On the inside, he was cheering almost giddily. England had to feel more comfortable around the American if he was ever going to realise his feelings. Although, there was one issue...
"America-san, you do know the flu's contagious, right?"
England glared up at the pale ceiling. Two...Three...Four...He had now counted a total of five cracks. He had never noticed them before, but it was amazing what could attract your attention when you had absolutely nothing to do.
He was wide awake and America had confined his movements to the bed. None of his magical friends were in sight. Understandably, England was bored.
Huh...Could that little dent in the ceiling count as a crack?
Hell, he was going crazy. Well, who wouldn't? America was looking after him. America, who, according to France, once put a burger on his head to try and cure a cold. A bloody burger!
If England died under America's care he was so coming back as a ghost to haunt that idiot...
He sighed again, turning onto his side as he heard a set of footsteps run down the hallway and his door opening.
"Hey, Iggy!" America grinned, closing the door behind him "I've got your tea. Sorry it took a while, but don't worry, Japan helped with it so you should like it..." He carefully placed the mug he was holding on the nightstand, not trusting England or himself to drop it.
England glared at the pale liquid sitting inside the mug. Dammit...Why did it look like they added the whole bloody carton of milk to the tea? And knowing America, he probably added enough sugar to give him a heart attack...
Even so, England reluctantly grabbed the handle, sipping at the tea cautiously. Huh...Well, it wasn't too bad. It was a little too sweet for his liking, and it still hadn't cooled down properly, but he could live with it...
He scowled when he noticed America staring at him intently. "Yes?" England asked, eyebrow raised.
"Is it alright?" America gestured to the cup England was holding. "It totally is, right? I mean, I don't ever make tea usually, only coffee, but it's obviously great, right? Japan said you probably wouldn't like loads of sugar and milk, but plain tea's disgusting! But it has to be good, since I made it! Well, Japan helped, but that should make it even better! 'Cause didn't he invent tea or something? I mean, didn't it come from that general area?"
England looked down at the milky liquid then back up at America. "...It's terrible" England said flatly, turning his head away from the American nation.
America blinked. That had been a little blunt, even for England. "Oh...Um, okay...?" He sighed, continuing to watch the Brit carefully. "Hey...Can I ask you something?"
"What?" England set the mug down, still not looking America in the eye.
"Well…It's gonna sound a little weird…" America laughed nervously, clapping his hands together as he tried to think of the best way he could ask the rather awkward question.
"What?"
"It's just…Well…You know…."
"What?"
"Okay, okay!" America breathed in before continuing. "England, how do you feel about me? I mean…Do you like me?"
There was a stunned silence that could have lasted for a good few minutes. Neither America nor England moved a muscle, one waiting tensely for an answer and the other trying to comprehend what was just said.
"What…What the hell kind of question is that?" England yelled, his face flushing with a bright blush.
America jumped back at the sudden outburst. "I…It doesn't really mean anything!" America's face was as red as England's. "I'm just…curious?" He looked away. "So…Do you?"
Another pause.
"I…" England set his gaze into a hard glare. He huffed, turning away. "Of course I don't like you! Why…Why would I? You're nothing but an annoying brat who eats too much junk food. And…" The tone of England's voice fell. "And judging by the way you always insist on making me lose my temper and humiliating me, you must feel the same"
England didn't look up, not wanting to see the American's expression. He was expecting to hear the annoying laugh he had grown accustomed to, and to be drawn in to some other argument…But there was nothing. And England knew that the American saying nothing was a bad sign, it almost made him want to ask what was wrong…But…If he showed he was worried in anyway, he would just laugh and jeer at him like the way he did in his dreams…
"Right…Okay…" America eventually said. It was impossible to understand his emotions from his voice. "I…I guess you're fine on your own for a little bit, right? I…I guess I'll see how Japan's doing downstairs…" England heard a quiet sigh before America left the room. He could see him pause out of the corner of his eye when America reached the door, but did not stop him when he finally left.
England didn't move until he heard America reach the bottom of the stairs, and even then the only movement he made was lying back down in his bed. He honestly couldn't understand it. He hated America. America hated him…That was the only way to describe the way they behaved around each other.
So why did he feel so sad when America walked away?
Stupid England T-T Slightly rushed chapter because I wanted to update… _ I hope it's still okay ^^' Well, please update and tell me what you think ^_^