Welcome to Day 13 — Eating Ice Cream!
I wrote this at school today, so you get an update early!
"Alright, fine! You can have your ice cream!" England frowned at America with green eyes.
"Yay~" he ran into the kitchen with glee.
England chuckled and followed him into America's white kitchen. He'd cleaned it earlier, after many prompts from the European nation.
"Get me mint, okay?" England began searching for bowls in the wooden cupboards.
America grabbed a tub of chocolate, a tub of mint, and two silver spoons. He set them down on the table, dragging two chairs over to the pieces of wood.
"There's only one bowl here," England notified America, picking up the medium-sized glass.
"We'll have to share it, then!"
"Oh, bloody hell . . . ," England breathed, but complied with his boyfriend.
America took a scoop of mint and a scoop of chocolate, placing them in the pale blue, glass bowl.
"Dig in!" the megane managed to stop himself from eating it too fast, so he didn't get a horrid headache like he usually did. "Do you know that we're sharing lots of spit right now?" America took it upon himself to make the experience as awkward as possible by continuously mentioning all of the bacteria that they were infecting each other with.
"Oh, my God, America. I love you, but please shut your mouth!" England pleaded, a headache creeping up on his brain.
America laughed. "I'm joking!" He looked down at the pale blue bowl. "Your ice cream is touching mine! Now it's gonna get infected with mint!"
"That's bollocks, America!" yelled England.
"Don't use your fancy British curses on me!" America flicked his spoon at England, a chocolate drop landing on England's cheek.
"Idiot." England made no move to wipe it off.
"Opps, sorry," America apologized, wiping the drop off England's soft cheek with a thumb.
England smiled slightly and the couple finished their ice cream.