Shh! Don't tell anyone I've updated! :P I should be revising, weil ich mein Deutsch-Prüfung am Freitag haben (because I have my German exam on Friday) but meeeehhhhhh. So, another chapter methinks :P
Also, you lot seem to love the clarinet :P Loads of you play as well, I never knew it was such a popular instrument! Sadly, I cannot play it :/ I play piano, violin and electric guitar though :D Although I'm most proud of my epic tambourine and maraca skillz! XD
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Chapter Thirty Five- MerridewLover and tynder20's Requests
"Don't wanna be an American idiot~!"
"What do you want America?" England asked, answering his phone. He had learnt to personalise the self proclaimed hero's ring tone a while back for those times when he fell ill. America would always come and 'take care' of him, but that always meant horrible medicine. This way, he could pick up immediately if he was ill and let America know that he was "Doing splendidly and in no need of any assistance, but thank you for the thought." It hardly ever worked, but on occasion it did and that was enough.
"Dude! Seriously, you have to get over here! Like NOW! It's an emergency!" came the American's panicked voice.
"America? Just calm down and tell me what-"
"NO TIME! Seriously, get over here somehow!"
"How the bloody hell do you expect me to do that?" the Brit snapped, "I would need to catch a plane and everything!"
"England, this is so serious! I need you man! Hurry!"
"America, this had better be bloody good! The last time I went to your place I spent seven hours on the most uncomfortable aeroplane while a little child constantly kicked the back of my seat and some overweight American tourist kept asking if I knew the Queen and to quote lines from Harry Potter. So unless your house is burning down then I refuse to come over."
"Haha, nah. If anyone is likely to burn their place down it's you with all your deadly cooking!"
"That's it, I'm definitely not coming."
"But duuuuuuude," America moaned, but he was cut off and the line went dead.
"Stupid git, I haven't burnt a building down due to my cooking for over three months," the Brit mumbled, going back to enjoy his extremely tasty scones (why did everyone say they were awful?)
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England sat down on his sofa with a cup of tea and sighed happily. Yes, relaxation like this was just what he needed. He had been pleasantly surprised when America hadn't tried to call back after yesterday, and so took that to mean that there never really was an emergency and that he could carry on relaxing.
His peaceful time lasted all of two minutes.
Manic knocking at the door caused England to interrupt his quiet time and pull himself up from the sofa, going to tend to the really restless person outside of his house.
"I'm coming!" he called irritably, answering the door to see none other than America grinning back at him.
"Hey dude! Can I come in?" he asked, although he didn't wait for his answer and barged in anyway, bringing a rather large suitcase as well.
"Oi! What do you think you're doing idiot?" the Brit asked in exasperation.
"Well you said you couldn't come to my place so I came here! It was no big deal, I just commandeered a jet is all," he said happily, making a beeline for the living room where the gentleman had been only moments before. "Woah dude! Y-Your T.V..." he said in shock.
England came into the room in time to see the American gawking at his television.
"When did you get that cool thing?" he asked, pointing towards the 46 inch LED Samsung TV.
England simply shrugged. "South Korea gave it to me but I didn't really understand the reason. Something about thanking me for not being at a meeting and allowing him to get good footage or something."
"You should have told me dude! This is so cool!"
"Look, is there a reason you're here?"
"Well actually..." America scratched the back of his neck and grinned sheepishly, "There's... there's been something on my mind for a while now. I know that you may not take this seriously, but I kinda need to do something."
"Was it something that required us to be face to face?"
"Yeah. You see England, I..."
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"Shit! That Yankee bastard just went into his house!" Scotland growled.
"Fuck!" hissed Ireland, partly because of the news but mainly because he was now in darkness. "North you idiot, hold the goddamn torch up!"
"Well sorry but I was a bit sidetracked by the news ya know," North said sarcastically, shining the light once more on the complicated grid of wires.
"Can't you hurry it up?" Wales moaned, his mood having lowered since the arrival of 'That stupid American git who underhandedly seduced our little brother'.
"Look, do you want me to do this right or do you want me to do a shit job?" Ireland asked, raising an eyebrow.
The British Isles brothers were currently trying to steal England's cable T.V by re-routing it to their places. Sure they loved their brother really, but it wasn't in their nature to show it outwardly and so they were hardly going to stop teasing him and such. They had been well concealed by the night as they started messing with the nest of wires in a little grey box at the back of England's house, but Scotland had noticed someone coming up the drive way and instantly saw America as the dimly lit porch lights illuminated a small area.
"Tch, I'm still pissed off we couldn't beat him up last time," Wales pouted, genuinely concerned. Out of all of his brothers, Wales was probably the one who would- when left alone with England- be civil with him. North was also rather good in that respect. Scotland and Ireland though? They loved their roles as the 'big brother baddies'.
"I don't even want to think about what that bastard is trying to pull at this very moment," Scotland muttered, but secretly that was code for 'I-am-going-to-go-and-listen-in-on-what-the-fuck-is-going-on-and-I-may-kick-that-guy's-arse-because-he-pisses-me-off'.
"I'm coming too!" Wales insisted, leaving the Irelands behind to re-wire the cables.
Wales and Scotland both made their way over to the window outside of the living room and found that they could just about hear what was happening if they listened hard enough (the blinds were drawn so they couldn't see in though).
"C'mon England, just let me put it in," came America's pleading voice.
"America, I have no intention of- ah! H-Hey!"
"Haha, I know you don't really mind dude. You'd be resisting more if you did."
"W-Wait, no... not that, I don't want-"
"Oh? You want me to try something else?" America asked.
"Yes..."
"Liar," the hero said playfully, "Look how far inside it already is."
"U-Uhn... No, I don't-"
"You say no, but you seem to be doing well, you're really hard, man."
"I-I'm not! America, please I-"
"England, just look at you. You're a total pro," the hero purred. "Giving me wood like this..."
"What the fuck? Can't that bastard tell that England didn't want to? That's it, I'm gonna kill the Yank!"
"Wait Scotland," Wales warned, "Remember what happened when we said we were gonna hurt him last time?" The two brothers recalled England's sad face and they couldn't bear to break in, at the moment anyways.
"I can't just stand here dammit! Can't you command some sheep to go and hurt him?"
"Fuck you Scotland."
"Ah! A-America! I- I can't..."
"It's fine," the hero said softly, "Let it out England."
"Hah, c-come inside... please America, come inside!"
"England, so good..."
"Oh God, America! Y-Yes!"
There was a brief moment of silence before America spoke up.
"That was awesome England!" the hero grinned, the Brit just chuckled weakly. "Ready for round two?"
"Definitely."
"That's it, we're interrupting this somehow," Scotland said resolutely, marching back to join the other two.
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"Ah! A-America! Help, I don't know what to do!"
"Quick chuck that wood you got earlier at it!"
"I-It won't work! Back me up or something!"
"But I gave you the best character! You're Hard Man! This should be easy!"
"I DON'T GAME LIKE YOU DO YOU BLOODY IDIOT! I told you not to put this game in! Winning round one was just a fluke, there is no way we can run into a house to get away from the enemies this time!"
England was correct, and the T.V was soon displaying the two words that America hated seeing: GAME OVER.
"Aw man, well you were better than I thought," he said honestly.
"You're a bloody idiot," England mumbled. "'Retro game night'? That was your big emergency?"
America grinned. "Well I've been wanting to show you the old consoles for a while now, they're freaking sweet! I totally had to show you ASAP so I said it was an emergency- which it is."
The two nations were currently sat on the sofa in front of the impressive T.V, which was currently supporting an SNES console. Inside the suitcase the American had brought along with him was said console, along with an N64, Sega Saturn and all of the old handhelds as well as numerous joystick controllers.
England got up from the sofa and perused all of the games that had been brought over, a particular title catching his eye. "How about we try this one?" he asked, showing America the box.
"Star Fox? Sweet, it's been a while since I played that game!"
The Brit loaded the game up and sat back down, promptly being handed one of the joysticks that America had brought. "It's better to play this game with one," he explained, and so England thought that he may as well try and make the best of it.
The United States didn't think his gaming companion would be any good in all honesty, England wasn't much of a gamer after all, but he found himself pleasantly surprised when the blonde seemed to complete the tutorial with ease and was already tackling one of the harder courses.
"All right! Go England!" he cheered as the mass of pixels acting as a plane dodged every obstacle in its way and defeated the enemies. England's face was one of pure concentration, but a small smirk came to his lips as he realised that, for one in his life, he was actually 'pwning' a game as America would put it.
Wow, England sure knows how to handle a joystick, America thought as his eyes flickered from the screen to the gentleman's movements. He snickered a bit when he realised how that sounded, before actually playing close attention.
England's hands moved skilfully around the gaming stick, making fluid movements to match the fluid actions of the virtual aircraft he was controlling. Occasionally he would give the controller a hard jerk when a swift manoeuvre was needed, and America found his face heating up while thinking, What the heck? Dude, get your head out the gutter! It's only a joystick! But if he's that good with only a joystick, then... GAH!
Before the hero could freak out even more though, everything suddenly went completely pitch black.
The electricity had been cut off.
"What the bloody-?" England began, sighing. "Typical." He pulled out his mobile from his pocket, and used the light to navigate away from the living room.
"England?" America called.
"I'm just going to get some candles until the electricity comes back on," the island nation called back. "I think there are also some in the drawer in that room with a lighter, so could you get those for me?"
"Sure thing dude!"
England returned about a minute later with loads of little candles in hand. He carefully took the lighter away from America and started to dot the mini sources of light around the room before lightning them all. With the little bit of light they now had, America was able to spot two bigger candles in the drawer, and so retrieved them before setting them out on the table and using the flame from one of the smaller candles to light them. A lovely aroma mixture of lavender, rose and vanilla was soon filling the room.
"Why am I not surprised you have candles?" America chuckled, gingerly making his way back over to the sofa where England was currently standing and making sure no candles were placed where the house would burn down (although at least it wouldn't be his cooking that did it this time).
It was as America was but a few centimetres away from the other that it happened: he tripped over one of the controller wires.
"Uwah!"
"What the- AH!"
The two of them collapsed in a heap onto the sofa.
"You bloody idiot," England muttered, slightly punching the other on the shoulder.
"Sorry, my bad," the hero laughed lightly.
It took a few seconds for both of them to register their current position: America was on top of England as they lay on the sofa. England came to the realisation first, a small pink tint beginning to dust his cheeks and he averted his gaze. It was as the Brit did this cute little action, that America also became of aware of their position.
"We... we seem to end up like this a lot, huh?" the bigger nation joked, but his voice was soft.
"Indeed..." was all the other replied, still looking anywhere but at America.
Now the hero wasn't sure if it was the candlelight, or the intimacy of this close proximity, or just that heavenly scent in the air, but something within him seemed to switch on and his body was on autopilot. He gently reached one of his hands to England's face, cupping his cheek tenderly. The Brit just sucked in his breath, his brain trying to formulate some witty remark that would end this awkward situation, but he was drawing a blank.
"England," America said softly, making it so that the two of them were gazing into each other's eyes.
"Wh-What are you doing?" Damn, I need to be more forceful! If I don't then... then...
"Something that I think I should have done ages ago," the hero replied, losing himself in those mesmerising emerald orbs, the gentle flickers of light from the candles making them glow beautifully. And then the Brit's eyes began to close, as if in anticipation for what America subconsciously knew he wanted to do. And so he began to lean in, their breaths mingling and their lips so close that it was almost unbearable, until-
The lights came on at full force and the door was practically kicked down.
"Hey little brother! Sorry about the lights but Ireland fucked up!" came Scotland's booming voice. Light footsteps were heard and Wales was instantly in the room, just in time to see the two countries on the sofa separating quickly and looking extremely awkward and embarrassed. The Welshman nodded to himself proudly; he had done a good thing in his mind.
"England, for the record Scotland is speaking bullshit! It was not my fault!" came Ireland's indignant voice, before he and the Scot got into a whispered argument of:
"We agreed the story you git, stick to it!"
"I'm not taking the wrap for something I didn't fucking do! I know how to use wires! You're the retard who ran over and cut the damn electricity wire!"
"Screw you! It was for our little brother so-"
"Well, we'd better be going!" North said, laughing slightly before noticing all of the candles. He quickly ran around the room putting them all out in an attempt to destroy the atmosphere before they decided they would take their leave.
"Wait!" England called, an edge of irritation to his voice. "What the bloody hell are you lot doing here?"
"Oh nothing, just stealing your cable," Wales said innocently. "Now if you don't mind-"
"YOU ARE NOT STEALING MY BLOODY CABLE!"
"Course we are," Scotland laughed, going up to the sofa to slap his brother on the back. "Why would we bother paying for it if you're doing it for us? Think you idiot."
And with that, the four brothers that really did just come and go as they pleased left the room and the house (after successfully re-routing the cable T.V of course).
Silence reigned in the room America and England were left in, none of them daring to speak at first until England could no longer stand it. He used the seven words he usually did that were perfect for escaping awkward situations:
"Well, I'm going to make some tea."
And with that, he got up and hastily made his way to the kitchen. Bloody hell just calm down! What nearly happened before was madness induced by scented candles... or something... it's not as if I wanted anything to happen! England deliberately avoided looking in the mirror in the hallway, for he knew that his face was probably scarlet.
America just sat there on the sofa, trying to comprehend all that had just gone on. Why do I always lean in and... and try to k-kiss... I mean, it's not really what I should do and it's kinda weird but... maybe there's a TINY possibility that MAYBE I kinda... want a repeat of Xmas? His pulse started racing even quicker. "No no no no no! Pull it together man, you were just... tired! Yeah, tired..."
Thus the denial between the two continued.
Meanwhile, at the end of England's driveway, the Brit's siblings were busy having a discussion.
"I saw them! That Yank was on top of him!" Wales cried, distraught and distressed.
"Damn! We have to do something! It was fun screwing around before but I think this is actually getting serious!"
"Don't worry, Scotland and I can always cock block!" Ireland grinned, giving the Scotsman a small high five.
"Or maybe you could call upon an army of sheep to attack the USA, eh Wales?" the fiery haired brother suggested with a cheeky grin.
"Scotland, I'm fucking warning you!" Wales raised a fist as if to punch him but a voice of reason interjected.
"You two gits need to focus! I think it's time that we told him about this," North said seriously, to which the other three just widened their eyes.
"North? Have you gone fucking insane lad?" Scotland asked, taken aback at the suggestion.
"You know what would happen if he found out! We don't want bloody World War Three dammit!"
"Well I really don't think we have a choice... it would be interesting at least."
"Can't we just get him a dog or something to distract him?" Wales suggested, "I know he likes them."
"Yeah but that's just boring... very well, let's tell him about it."
And so the British Isles stole into the night, hatching dastardly plans and being awesome while doing so.
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Le-gasp! What have Iggy's bros got planned? Will Wales really unleash the sheep? Just who is 'he'? Find out in the next chapter! For those interested, Hard Man is a character from Mega Man 3 :P Hope you enjoyed it everyone~ Danke for reading my fic ^_^
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