Hello! Apologies for not updating yesterday, but I posted a little onshot instead. Thank ya so much for ze love~ it makes meh happeh! Also:
SWEET BABY DOITSU thank you TheLastofUs ! ! ! I am so VERY glad you enjoy this story so much! :D answer: ch. 7- yes, i know, they are both painfully oblivious.. lol but it's more fun that way :P ch.8- yes. yes it was. *smiley face*
Okay! And now...Chapter whatever-this-is-cuz-I-don't-know-is-that-bad-what ever-lol! (11, doodlekiss..It's chapter 11..)
The two sat on America's couch downstairs, listening to the sound of light footsteps run around America's room. England had returned about an hour ago and he hadn't stopped for a minute to rest since then. He had burst through the door, his arms loaded with bags of medicine, stuffed animals, and video games. It took him a little while to notice Canada and Prussia standing in the corner looking shocked.
"Out," he had said simply, pointing to the door. They left, not sure why England didn't want them there. And so, they sat on the couch for an hour, talking and laughing about various things. When the sound of footsteps faltered, and something fell to the ground with a crash, Canada and Prussia had bolted upstairs faster than either knew was possible. Canada pounded on the locked door quickly.
"England? America, is everything okay in there?" There was a shuffling noise and a lot of muttering.
"Y-Yeah, bro, don't worry.. England just dropped his stupid tea tray," called America.
"It is not stupid! Hey- stop laughing!" England shouted. There was grunting noises and short yelps following his statement. Prussia motioned for Canada to come back down with him. He sighed and did so, sitting down on the couch next to him again.
"You look tired, Birdie," said Prussia quietly. Canada nodded and sighed again, letting his shoulders droop. Suddenly, Prussia lifted him up and swung his legs out underneath him. He set him down on his extended legs and eased Canada's head down on his chest. Canada was shocked for a moment, but the comforting warmth that swallowed him as he lay there forced him to stay. He closed his eyes and wrapped his thin arms around Prussia's chest protectively, snuggling into his sweatshirt happily. Prussia smiled and rest his hands on the Canadian's back gently. Soon, both of them drifted to sleep.
England came down not long after and spotted them curled on the couch together. He came back to America with a confused look on his face. England shut the door and headed over to America slowly.
"You okay, Iggy?..." He didn't even bother to correct him like he usually did.
"Are they..together?" England asked, pointing to the ground. America sighed and shook his head.
"They don't even realize they love each other.." He said softly. Then he smiled and patted the mattress next to him. England came over and sat next to him, his back straight and gentlemanly as always. He cocked a bushy eyebrow towards the grinning nation beside him.
"And what, exactly, are you planning?" he asked, a tinge of hesitation in his voice. America smiled wider and a devious glint appeared in his eyes.
"We should help them.." he said quickly. England's eyes grew wide and he shook his head furiously. He shoved America and scowled.
"That is NOT a good idea at all, idiot," he barked. America shoved back, his strength causing the smaller nation to nearly fall off the bed. England yelped and grabbed America, hauling himself back up. America gave him a puppy dog look and made little whimpering noises. England scowled.
"Please~?.." His voice trailed off slightly and he coughed harshly, but he still tried to keep the sad look on his face. England sighed and waved his hand.
"Just, how are we going to do it?.." England still sounded nervous, but America picked up a bit of excitement in his voice, too, and bounced happily. He grabbed England and pulled him forward, kissing his cheeks and, after a moments thought, moved down to bite his neck. England groaned despite himself and fought against leaning into America's sweet kisses.
"A-America, you're s-sick, stop!" stammered England, pushing lightly against America's chest in an attempt to get him off. He just smiled and bit down one last time before pulling away and smirking.
"Right..Anyways, I was thinking we could..lock them in a room together.." America coughed again and England grimaced. He wiped the blood from the corner of the bigger nation's mouth with his thumb and sighed. Quickly, he pulled his hand up along America's jawline. He shook his head and gave him an exasperated look.
"You do realize that they spend pretty much every minute together as it is? That wouldn't do much to help," England sighed, thumping America on the forehead lightly. "But, I suppose it's worth a shot." America smiled again and pushed up his glasses. He leapt forward and hugged England suddenly, causing the latter to gasp and go down kicking. America laughed and hugged him tighter.
"You're actually going along with my ideas!.. I knew you thought I was a genius!.." England scoffed on accident and pushed America off him gently. He blushed and waved his hands, rolling off the bed and standing up. He straightened his clothes out and looked towards America expectantly.
"So? How do we go about doing this?"
"Easy.. Take them to a room and get them inside,.. then lock it." America smiled triumphantly. England just sighed.
"You're an idiot, America.."
A Little While Later
England came down the stairs quietly, listening for signs that the two were awake again. He heard them talking and swallowed, suddenly nervous. America had told him about the times he had gotten his little brother upset, and it was starting to scare him a little. He gave himself a quick pep talk and approached the couch, clearing his throat. The pair turned towards him, eyes wide.
"Is Al okay? Did something happen?" the quiet Canadian looked up at him fearfully. Prussia extended his arm and rubbed his back comfortingly. England shifted his weight nervously and shook his head.
"Um, no, America's fine. I actually need you two to help me look for something he wants?" England almost smacked himself for making it sound like more of a question. He swallowed casually and smiled, though it came off as rather forced. Luckily, neither of the nations before him noticed it. Prussia stood up and nodded.
"Sure thing. What are we looking for?" Shit. England had a mini panic attack. He wracked his brain for something that America would want, and came up with a lame excuse, but it worked.
"U-Uh, some game of his. I think it's called," England dug in his mind to remember a title America had talked about, "Grand Theft Auto?.." England inwardly groaned. This wasn't going as smoothly as he had hoped. Canada nodded and linked arms with Prussia.
"Okay. We'll look for it."
"Um, why don't you check in there?" England pointed to a room at the end of the hallway. It looked like it was seldom used, but it was the only door that England could tell locked from the outside. Why did locks like that even exist? They're so pointless, I mean really! I can't think of a reason that would be useful. Oh, right, the story. England practically ushered them down the hall, trying very hard not to make his plan obvious to them. Prussia stepped inside, Canada in tow, and started rummaging about.
"I don't see it over here.." said Canada softly. England waved his hand dismissively and smiled.
"Keep looking, it's probably around here somewhere.." Slowly, he made his way to the door. He slipped out and shut the door behind him, turning quickly and locking it. He heard Prussia yelling at him through the wood and felt the thumps from one of their fist banging on the frame. He sized up the door and decided to stick a chair under the doorknob, just in case. He ran back upstairs and jumped on the bed, hyperventilating.
"Yo, Iggy, what's wrong?.." America smiled. England shot a glare at him.
"It's Arthur, you buffoon! And 'what's wrong?'?! I locked them in a room! They're going to hate me! Your brother is going to kill me, and Prussia will help!" England plopped back down on the bed and rolled, burying his face in the fluffy comforter. He smiled faintly; it smelled of America and he liked it.
"Relax," America ran his fingers through the anxious nation's hair and gently trailed down his back. He felt England shiver under his fingertips and laughed. "They won't hate you.. I'll tell them I made you do it." England looked up slightly, his emerald eyes shining in the dim light.
"Do you really mean that?" America smiled wider and nodded.
"Well, it /is/ the truth, Iggy.." England smiled softly and chuckled. America slid down next to him and continued to run his hands down England's back repeatedly. The Englishman sighed and leaned into his hands, resting his head on the American's chest.
"If I get beat up, it's your fault, idiot.." he mumbled. America just laughed again.
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Dear Doitsu the USUK fluff- it's getting stronger! *fires M16 at the fluffy USUK mass* stop, beast! This is a PruCan fanfic! Away with you!
*clears throat* yes, well, I quite enjoyed this chapter. Hopefully you guys do, too. Questions/comments/concerns/random whatevers are always welcome! Thank you all! Ciao~!