You get a triple dose today! The first two are America/England fics from the usxuk livejournal community's Sweethearts Week and the last one is from the kink meme! Yay!

Pairing: USUK

Enjoy.


The alarm clock buzzing woke England up that morning. Grumbling, he smacked it to shut it up and opened his eyes to stare forlornly at the empty pillow besides him, except that it wasn't quite empty.

England picked up the Hershey Kiss that was sitting on the pillow and examined it as if it would open up and tell him exactly why it was there. It, however, wasn't talking, no matter how harsh his glare was, so he peeled the foil himself and popped the chocolate in his mouth. As he stood to throw the wrapper out, he noticed that instead of the usual brand name printed on the tiny paper that came with the Kiss, something else was written:

Your Good Morning

England raised an eyebrow at that, now even more confused as to why the chocolate was on his bed. That wasn't even a proper sentence, what was it supposed to mean? He put the paper on the nightstand and chose to think about it later, perhaps after a shower and some tea.

England went about his morning rituals as usual. When he came out of the bathroom he dried his hair with a towel and walked over to his wardrobe to pick out his outfit for the day, he found another Kiss. He opened and ate it only to discover that this paper said something else as well:

Your You Look Really Good Just Coming Out of the Shower and I Can't Resist

He marveled at how the company had managed to fit all those words on such a small slip of paper and put it with the other one for now. When England finished getting dressed, he put both papers inside his shirt pocket and went downstairs to make breakfast. While he was getting out his teapot, he found the third kiss inside it:

Your Please Let Me Make Breakfast Today

This one made even less sense then the two before it, but England still put the paper inside his pocket along with the others. After he managed to pry his breakfast from the stove and sit down at the table, he noticed that the empty place across from him had yet another Kiss waiting for him:

Your I Just Need To Get This Taste Out of My Mouth

England muttered something about stupid gits and there being nothing wrong with his food but placed this paper alongside the others.

When he finished breakfast and cleaned up his dishes, England grabbed his coat, locked his door, and went on his way to work. When he stuck his hand into his pocket to get his keys, he found another Kiss:

Your Have a Great Day

England smiled and placed that paper in his pocket, glad that Hershey's made their Kisses small or else he'd start gaining weight.

The Kisses were everywhere. Even at work he didn't stop finding them. There was a Your You're at Work, But I'm Still Thinking of You one on his desk, a Your Surprise Work Visit was delivered with his tea before lunch, and England even found a Your Lunchtime Meet-up at his table when he went out for lunch. By the time he got home, he had found a total of twenty Kisses.

As soon as he stepped through the door, England hung up his jacket in the closet. Something glittered on the top shelf and one double take later he noticed it was yet another Kiss:

Your Welcome Home

England began to search the house. There was a Your Snuggling on the couch, a Your Unwinding From a Long Day one on top of the telly, a Your You Look Too Cute When Reading on the bookcase, a Your I Just Got You Tea and Need a Tip in his tea cup, and Your You Shouldn't Be Working When You're Home one in his study. By nighttime the Kiss total had climbed to around thirty.

While England was thinking about what to do for dinner his cell phone rang. He didn't need to look at the ID to know who it was.

"Did you find them all?"

"Maybe," England replied, trying and failing to keep the smile out of his voice, "I seem to be missing a few."

"Hold on… wait are you at 23 or 25?"

"I've been living at the same place for over sixty years! How can you possibly not know the house number?"

"I usually find your house by the roses out front, but its winter now and they all look the same."

"You're an idiot, you know that?"

"But I'm your idiot. Which number?"

"23."

He hung up just as there was a knock on the door. England answered it to find America grinning at him.

"Well?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, right," America leaned in and gave him another sweet kiss that tasted like chocolate. He must have had some on the ride over, "There's your Goodnight Kiss."

"I'm not going to bed yet."

America pouted, "Way to spoil it England."

"Hush you," England grabbed his coat and stepped outside too, "Did you eat on the plane?"

"Yeah, but I can eat again," America grabbed his hand and gently started swinging them as they walked down the street, "So seriously, did you find them all?"

"I think so," England squeezed his hand, "How did you manage to put them all over?"

"I had Tony do it. Well, that was the plan, but he said he didn't want to step foot in your limey country, so he asked some of your friends to do it."

The soft giggles nearby confirmed America's story, "I still seem to be missing a few…"

"Really? Well, we can make the one at the door your Let's Go Out to Eat Tonight kiss, and this," he leaned in and kissed England again, "can be your I Just Really Like Kissing You kiss."

"Is that all?"

America beamed at him, "For you, I have infinity and then some."