A/N: Hello~ I had some free time to write this, so here you go. ^_^
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America Freedom Jones
England laid his head back in the uncomfortable seat of the plane he and America were riding to the world meeting in France on. It had been such an agonizing process to get Alfred packed up and headed out the door to the airport that morning. It was even worse, walking with the American through the crowded airport.
Alfred kept getting distracted by the stupidest things, such as movie posters, candy shops, souvenir stands, fancy luggage bags, and even escalators. It got to point where England had to hold his hand to make sure he didn't lose him.
So there they were, on the plane, ready to go to France. England had been grouchy all day because of what he was expecting in France and at that world meeting. Alfred, on the other hand was excited about going to France. To him, this was his first time going to the country of romance, so he was excited. Especially since he was getting to go with Arthur.
"Since the meeting is tomorrow, what do you want to do when we land?" Alfred asked Arthur, resting his head on the other boy's shoulder. A few passengers gave them judgmental stares, so Arthur quickly shook him off, and answered, "Practice. These meetings aren't something to be taken lightly, and we need to somehow make it look like you haven't forgotten anything."
England had an idea earlier that morning that maybe they could make it look like it was a joke that America pulled. Hopefully the bosses targeting him would believe it all, and not take a risk of attacking America. America may get in trouble by the other countries for "faking it", but honestly, it was better than what the bosses probably had in mind.
"Why can't they know I forgot everything?" Alfred asked, reaching down to hold Arthur's hand.
Arthur pulled his hand away, still in fear of the other passenger's judging them. He was never fond of P.D.A., and being on a plane was not an exception.
"Because," England tried to think of another lie to tell that could cover this all up. He knew that this was all going to come back to him, but this was truly for the Alfred's sake. "They will replace you if they find out you don't remember anything," he finished.
Alfred's eyes widened, as he gasped, "Well what are we going to do?"
"I suppose I could write you a script of what to say when it is your turn to speak at the meeting, and tell you about yourself and everyone else," England said, thinking about how all this could possibly work.
"Could you tell me a little bit about everyone now?" Alfred asked.
"I guess," England replied, "You could just name a country and I'll tell you how you feel about them, alright?"
"Ok!" Alfred exclaimed, "How about Canada?"
"Who?" Arthur asked, but suddenly remembered the quiet country, "He, umm… It is hard to explain…" What else was he supposed to say? They were brothers! If Alfred found that out, it would drive him mad that he couldn't remember. Plus that information might cause more than just a headache for him.
"Oh, ok," Alfred replied, "Denmark?"
"He is pretty loud, and energetic like you. I think
you guys are drinking buddies," England explained.
"But I can't drink yet."
"While he is drinking beer, you are drinking soda," Arthur laughed a little.
Alfred frowned, blushing out of embarrassment, and replied, "Ok… Germany?"
"You two don't talk that much. I feel like he respects you enough though, and I have no idea what is going on in your mind, to be honest."
The whole plane ride was filled with Alfred naming countries and Arthur telling about his relations with the personification and how they acted.
Finally, when Alfred had named all the countries he could possibly think of, he started to fall asleep from all the information he had just newly retained. It surprisingly made him super tired.
"Going to sleep already?" England asked, wondering how such a normally obnoxious nation would be so tired already.
Alfred mumbled happily, "I don't want to be tired in France, so I might as well sleep now."
England smiled, "Alright. I guess I should do the same."
Alfred then leaned over and kissed Arthur's cheek, causing the other boy to blush. England looked around to see if any passengers saw that, and said, "What was that for? Alfred, we are in public."
"I know!" Alfred laughed, "You shouldn't be embarrassed about affection."
Still blushing, England looked away, and replied, "I'm not embarrassed… It's just people judge too easily, and-!"
"If you care about that then that means you are embarrassed!" Alfred cut him off in a sing-song kind of voice.
"I'm not embarrassed!" Arthur retorted.
"Yes you are!"
"Am not!"
"Then kiss me to prove it~" Alfred finally said, starting to pucker his lips.
"What? No!" Arthur replied, leaning back, away from the playful American.
Alfred smiled and shrugged, "Now you are just embarrassed about being embarrassed. When will it end, Artie?" Alfred sighed, inwardly smiling at how he was messing with Arthur.
It ended up working, too. Face bright pink and all, Arthur decided to prove that American bastard once and for all that he wasn't embarrassed. He quickly leaned forwards and smacked his lips against the unsuspecting American's mouth.
Alfred's eyes opened wide when he felt Arthur's lips pressed against his. What was he supposed to do? This was his first kiss that he could remember at least. Wow, Arthur was a good kisser, even though he was doing this only to prove he wasn't embarrassed. Just when he decided to kiss Arthur back, the Brit abruptly ended the kiss.
His face was red, as he frowned, "I'm not embarrassed, now get some rest." He then turned away from Alfred who was still dazed from the surprise kiss.
How was he going to get rest after that?
A/N: This was just a little something before I post a longer chapter on the deadline.
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~NorwegianPilot17