Chapter 10: Your smile

"No America."

"Come on! It'll be fine!"

"Fine? There's no way I'll be fine after this, I won't even be able to stand!"

"Are you really that afraid Iggy?~"

"Yes! I am!"

"Here I'll hold your hand the entire time." America laughed. "Dude it's just one ride!"

"I don't care! It's a death trap!"

"Well, that really sucks for you cause you're still going on!" America grabbed England's hand and quickly pulled him down the fenced paths, running past one or two people, then stopped when the end of the line came up. "It'll be fine!" England only gulped at the sight of the metal death trap. He looked as the loud coaster rushed it's passengers in their seats through the ride above their heads, full of loops, high falls, twists and turns everywhere; just the sight made him panic a bit. He gulped and looked back at America with a bit of a pale face. "Oh come on! It's only the first ride!"

"Your first choice of a ride is a metal death trap…" he looked back up. "Bloody hell…"

"Oh just calm down, you can handle it." America grabbed onto his arm and pulled him onto the ride as their line was allowed in. England could feel his body shake a bit as America sat him in the seat before sitting in his own, buckling his seat belt as the employees buckled in England and others, putting the safety strap over his chest and pulling the bar down in front of their being. England tried looking over at America, more in fear than anything else. "Don't worry, only two people died on this." He joked and laughed but England only went into full panic as the ride started moving and the floor dropping out from under them. "And only ten had their feet chopped off!"

"WHAT! ?" England completely panicked and screamed.

The ride seemed to be the fastest England had ever been on, he could barely keep his eyes open. He held onto the safety bar and never let go, he shook and shivered and didn't even want to open his eyes. And at every loop, he would scream like someone was physically hurting him. This entire time, America only laughed harder and harder each time England screamed. By the time the ride came to a sudden stop, not only was their hair messed up, but England was as pale as a ghost, completely petrified. America looked over at the poor Brit gulping and looking like he could barley breathe. "Hey. You okay dude?" England slowly turned his head toward the American and let out a frightened breath.

The ride moved in as they came back to safety, the floor coming back under them and the safety bars coming up, though England's hands were still on them. Finally he let go as America whistled to get his attention and unlocked his seat belt. Slowly getting up off the seat, his legs shook as he stumbled onto the platform until America grabbed his arm and helped him down the stairs and off the ride. Once then, he sat England down on the bench. "Dude you okay?" He asked. England took a few deep breaths to calm himself and nodded. "You're not gonna have a heart attack are you?" England shook his head and sat back on the bench, taking more deep breathes; he really was terrified. "Are you afraid of roller coasters England?"

"N-No I'm not." England looked back toward the death trap he had just survived. "At least not usually."

"Well, I mean, on the bright side," America grinned. "You handled it better than Canada did."

"Who?"

"Mattie, my little bro?"

"O-Oh yeah, that lad." England finally managed to calm himself. "How did he end up?"

"He threw up," America turned and pointed toward a trash can. "In that trash bin over there. Several times." England got a small look of disgust on his face. "You only had a slight panic attack, good job." England glared. "Here, as a bit of a reward, you can pick the next ride."

England got up off the bench and looked around a bit, he just had to get even. He only evilly grinned with the thoughts running through his head once he laid eyes on the haunted house ride. "That one." He pointed. America smirked and looked over, then frowned.

"Y-You sure you want that one?…" he stuttered a bit. England continued to grin and nodded. America gulped a bit, "O-Okay, lets go then."

"Lead the way." England grinned. America gulped again and began walking to the ride, England following, snickering as he walked. America felt as if he was walking to his death, but didn't let any fear show. He wouldn't look back at England if he was sweating or shaking. He got onto the line and took a deep breath. "Something wrong?" England's voice made the American jump and even squeal, already he was in fear; this only made England smile more.

"Y-Y-Yeah, everything is f-fine." America quickly turned around.

"Good. Because no matter what, you're going on this ride." He smirked. "I'm sure not as many died on this like that roller coaster." America gulped again as England repeated America's words: "It's just one ride." The line quickly went down as groups went into the dark house, in just five minutes they were next; that wasn't enough time for America! He needed to breath and get ready first. Before he could, the huge doors creaked open and the employees allowed them inside. America froze as he looked into the darkness, England quickly pushed him in and followed next to him. "Would you like me to hold your hand?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yes!" America quickly grabbed onto the Brit's hand, then realized that wasn't enough and grabbed onto the Brit's entire arm. England rolled his eyes a bit and continued walking, America still hanging onto him. They walked into the eerie darkness, only the lights of electric candles on the walls guiding them through as well as the other people. He could see the prop furniture on the sides, dusty chairs, tables, desks, fireplaces, book cases, all only saw with the glimces candle light. England looked toward the American as he felt him shivering and shaking, he only sighed at him. The door closed behind them and the lights became dimmer, America squeezed the Brit's arm tighter. The group of them stopped to listen to the announcement of the

Welcome, welcome, boys and girls of all different ages. Welcome to my humble home! Please beware of the ghost's despite, these monsters only want some air! Stay close together as we venture through my mansion, don't get lost now, I won't be responsible if your soul is taken! the eerie voice sounded like a man at the circus, trying to get everyone's attention; it definitely got America's attention, he held onto England's arm so tight the Brit was losing circulation in his arm. Watch out! Behind you! America jumped and quickly turned around like the others as a loud bang echoed around the room and a chair fell over behind the group. England rolled his eyes and turned back, only to find the real surprise.

A ghostly figure covered in blood appeared in front of them, growling and then suddenly throwing itself straight at America and England. America screamed like a child but the figure only disappeared before it got to them. England looked around, on the ceiling he could see just how it was made; projections, of course. America really shivered now as they were pushed on to move on through the rest of the house; England laughed the entire time. Projects screened images of ghosts, zombies, vampires, and even the grim reaper towards the end. Sounds of chainsaws starting, people screaming, cut slash sounds or the sound of some evil creature laughing, it all scared America to the point where he was going to run and find somewhere to hide, that was if he didn't pee himself first.

The ending door opened and brought them back to the sunlight, brining the small group of people out. The children seemed to be a bit frightened but no one cried, the adults didn't seem too scared and the teenagers only laughed. America, however, was on the verge of crying. "Well on the bright side, you handled it better than Canada." England smirked. America only glared at him.

The next few rides weren't so bad. They were even now and stopped dragging each other on rides one of them wouldn't go on. They made their decision and agreed on the rides to go on. The scrambler, the Rotor, buccaneer, tilt-a-wurl, Himalaya, runaway train, tea cups, swings, a tower drop, even bumper cars and a small water ride, the logs. They came off that ride soaking wet, the two of them actually laughing together about it. America laughed as he dragged England off the ride and onto a bench. He took off his sweatshirt and tried twisting it to get the water out of it, letting it drip onto the ground. "Yup it's soaked." America laughed a bit as England sat there still smiling about the ride. He looked over at the Brit. "And your hair is quite wet."

"I can say the same for you," he reached over and messed up the American's once styled hair to it falling in his face, even his calico had fallen. "You look funny." America whipped his hair back and stood up.

"Okay we need to get dry." America looked around then smiled and pointed. "Over there!" England attempted to look but America had grabbed his arm and pulled him before he could even get a glance. America quickly pulled him over to a giant machine, an opening inside with dryers around them. "It's a dryer, get in." America opened his wallet and took out a dollar as England got into the suspicious machine. America put the dollar into it and quickly jumped in. Hot air began to blow, not too hot though. England felt as if he was in London again, as if it was a heavy wind with the storms, at least that's what it felt like. But it was warm, not freezing, and their clothes began to dry. America shook his head a bit to get his hair to lose some of the water, as well as England did, though he did it a bit softer unlike the wild American.

As soon as it finished, America jumped out then turned to help England out by putting out his hand. England only looked at it at first but grabbed on and was helped out. They looked around only to realize time began to run out, it was getting dark. America checked his watch only to find it really was late, past dinner time already. England felt a bit cold but hunger was his first priority. "I'm hungry." America stated, England only agreed with him. "You wanna get some dinner?"

"Please." England groaned a bit. America nodded and looked around again. "How about that place?" He pointed to a small diner-like restaurant called "Rocky Mountain."

"Oh! Me and Mattie went there once, it's really good." America grabbed onto the Brit's hand and began to pull him again. "Come on Artie." England followed close behind, not letting go of the American's hand this time but actually getting a better grip onto it; America smiled. They walked into the diner, it was bigger than England had expected and very decorative. It had a bit of a techno feel, the tables and chairs were brightly colored, some even had Ipads attached to them. The lights were a bit bright but the upbeat music wasn't too loud. They quickly got on line for the counter to get their dinner. The menu hanged above the cash registers as the employees took their customer's orders, get food, and give out the food."What do you want?" America looked toward the Brit as he read the menu. "Um… What are you getting?"

"A burger." America grinned. England rolled his eyes a bit.

"Of course." England looked at the menu a little more.

"You should get one too, or get something meat related or something dude." America grabbed England's wrist and shook his arm a bit. "You need some skin on your bones." he laughed a bit. "Oh! Get a cheese steak! Their really good!" England only glared at him. "Just get it dude~"

"Fine." England glared still. Their turn came up as America ordered for them.

"I'll have the super burger extreme," America said, England's face went blank hearing just the name of the sandwich. "A medium thing of fries and a regular sized cheese steak."

"What would you like to drink?" The lady asked as she typed in the order. America looked toward England.

"Water or a diet coke." He said.

America turned back. "Two cokes, one small and one large." England glared. The lady placed in their order as America took out his wallet, paying for the meal as England watched. "Go get a seat, I'll bring the food over." America instructed. England nodded a bit and walked away to get a seat, grabbing the only open one there was, a booth. He took a seat and waited, looking over at the American every few seconds just to see him standing there waiting still. He looked away and sighed, then looked at his hand. He was getting used to America holding it, America's touch. This isn't what he wanted, not at all. Things would only become complicated… right? He looked back toward the American but quickly looked away. It's just two "friends" having a day at a theme park, that's all, that's what friends do. he gulped a bit. Nothing more, nothing less, that was it.

"Food is here~" America's voice stopped him from thinking anything else and he quickly snapped out of it and looked toward him. "Hey you okay?" America placed the food down on the table and slid into the booth.

"W-What? Yes, why?"

"Your face is a little red." America started unwrapping his huge burger. Bollocks, England gulped a bit and looked away, he didn't even realize it. "Oh well, here's your food." he passed the wrapped cheese steak over to the Brit and then his drink, which was half the size of America's super sized drink. "I swear, the more I'm with you the fatter I'll get." England joked a bit to distract himself and move on. He unwrapped his own food as America took a gigantic bite into his, ketchup and grease dripping onto the wrapping from it, which only disgusted England. He looked at his own food and picked it up. It was small, not too bad, melted cheese covering over the steak, not dripping but not glued to the steak either; it actually looked pretty good. England took a bite into it as America ate his way halfway through his burger, taking a sip of his soda every other bite. England wiped his mouth after every bite, unlike America. "How is your… Hamburger?"

"Pretty good." America mumbled and then swallowed his food. "Yours?"

"It's okay." He took another bite. "For American food." He smiled a bit, America smirked. "So after this are we going home?"

"Nope. I got one more ride for us to go on~" America took another sip of his soda as England only raised an eyebrow.

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"You're not afraid of heights are you?" America questioned.

"I don't think so, I mean we did go on the London Eye, this one is five times smaller." England commented. "It's fine." America grabbed onto England's hand once again, the Brit couldn't help but blush, and pulled him onto the ride, getting settled in one of the capsules of the brightly lighten Ferris Wheel. America sat down first then England sat across from him. The employees closed the door to the capsule and the ride started off slowly, stopping only a few seconds later for the next group of people to get on.

England crossed his arms a bit and shivered, the night air was finally getting to him and now she wished he brought a jacket. America looked at him and sighed, England only looked back. Before he could say anything, America had already unzippered his sweat shirt and placed it over England's shoulders. "Go ahead, put it on." America said. "You're obviously cold." England sighed then slipped his arms into the sleeves and zippered it up.

"Thank you…." England gulped a bit. The ride again slowly moved up for the next group of people to come on, almost reaching the top. England looked out with the awkward silence now, looking over the park full of rides, music, and laughter. He smiled a bit. "It's funny." England softly smiled. "I forget all the time that it's easy to have fun like this…"

"So you had a good time today, even after your almost death on that coaster?" America smiled. England chuckled a bit.

"I did actually." He continued looking out. "I've had a lot of fun lately."

"Yeah, I noticed you've smiled more than once." America said, England softly smiled again. "See~ There it is again~"

"I seem to only smile around you huh?"

"Hey England,"

"Hm?" England turned his head to face the American only to be put into complete shock. America had lunged in and their lips had met, his eyes closed. America moved away a bit and softly smiled, England sat there completely puzzled, his face completely bright red. He gulped a bit and stayed in his puzzled expression, completely wide eyed and still bright red, even his ears were red. America only chuckled a bit and smiled, England tried his best to do the same and grinned a bit, though he only felt nervous; his heart was hammering in his chest.

"I love your smile." America said softly. "I love you." Neither of them actually realized it, but they had reached the top of the Ferris wheel; it felt as if they were on top of the world…

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AHAHHHA I UPDATED MERRY CHRISTMAS

Yeah buddy~ getting back into this thing!~

Yeah so I'm getting back into this story after a very long break, I was really stuck Q.Q but I got the next few chapters planed out! And I know, you all want yaoi. Trust me, it's coming soon! I'm more of a fluffy drama type when it comes to USUK, I feel as if they can't have a relationship without some sort of conflict or something.

So hopefully I'll be updating this more often now, I'm finally not stuck anymore~

By the way, the world didn't end wooooooo~!