Guten abend von England~! ^_^ German exam went well, I practically IS German! *cough*yeahright*cough* I'll probably get the results and just see EPIC PHAIL written where the grade should be XD Ah well, Imma kick back and write another chappy~
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Chapter Thirty Six- The Truth's Lie and DeiDeiArtistic's Requests
Impatient fingers drummed against the arm rest of an aeroplane seat, a stewardess kindly offering the usual formalities and a drink, but the impatient person simply shook their head. He did not have time for drinks or time to relax, not after he had just found out that his beloved England had been seduced by the devil! He had not believed the news at first, but his light green eyes widened when Wales had been elbowed away from the phone and Scotland had confirmed what he had just been told: England had a lover, and it was serious (and there was no way the Scot would joke about something like this). The British Isles had gone into extreme detail about the goings on of the two (portraying America in the most negative light they could manage) until the poor guy listening couldn't take it anymore.
And so this particular individual rushed out of his house, and was on the very next plane to the United Kingdom, praying that the information he had been given was completely wrong.
There's no way this can be true, he tried to convince himself, running a hand through his brown hair and letting out a sigh. He was going to have to do something he hadn't done in a good long while: go to a World Meeting. It's not that he was never invited to them- technically he should be there- but there were just so many places to explore, and so he usually just got the minutes of the meeting and looked over them at night when he had spent his day living life to the full.
This nation didn't like the anxiety he was experiencing, usually he was cheery and upbeat, but he just couldn't be his usual self with this absolutely awful news. Of course the brunette had no intention of just storming into England's house in order to protect him from his twisted and sadistic lover (oh the fun Iggy's siblings had conjuring up this imaginary America), instead making sure that what had been relayed to him was actually the truth. After managing to find out that the two of them supposedly did that even in World Meetings, that was where he was headed.
"Just calm down, this isn't gonna be true at all," he muttered, willing with all of his heart that this really would be the case. England was his- and there was no way he was going to share!
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"America, hurry the hell up! We're going to be late for the bloody meeting at this rate!" England yelled, already by the front door and ready to leave for the World Meeting that was being held at his place today. The hero had ended up staying the night (in a separate room mind you) seeing as he hadn't actually thought things through properly the night before- he was so preoccupied with showing the Brit all the old consoles that he hadn't thought to book a hotel or make any similar arrangements.
"Don't worry dude, you can't possibly be late!" came America's usual cheery tone as he made it down the stairs. "The meeting wouldn't start without the hero!" he grinned.
"I really do wonder about what planet you are actually on," the gentleman muttered, not even bothering to tell the other there was some breakfast in the kitchen because he didn't need wisecracks about his cooking at this time in the morning. Never mind the fact that he hadn't been able to sleep at all after that extremely awkward incident last night...
The two nations managed to get to the meeting relatively speedily (their journey being slowed when the American had insisted on getting a breakfast burger from a McDonald's along the way... okay, several breakfast burgers).
The meeting started off without incident, England in charge of opening statements and such before getting to be the first to offer his opinions on whatever topic was up for discussion. It was as the island nation was busy talking about the extremely riveting business of trade when things began to descend into the usual nonsense. America seriously would not shut up and continually nagged about when he would get the Jaffa Cake exports from the UK, which in turn got the other countries curious as to what Jaffa Cakes were, which meant that Canada was tasked with buying Jaffa Cakes in bulk so that everyone could try them. Why Canada? Because he is an easy target.
"Mein Gott! These are wunderbar!" Germany said in surprise, at first sceptical to try any food that came from Britain but ultimately giving into curiosity.
"Ve~ We need these in my country~!" Italy said happily, while his brother pouted a bit and muttered, "Well they're nothing like tomatoes but I guess they're alright," before realising that he had actually issued a compliment and so quickly rectified this by saying much more loudly, "These are a pile of shit!" But seriously, how can the tea bastard have something that actually tastes damn good?
"Hey, these are similar to PiM's at my place," Spain said, inspecting the cake (or was it a biscuit?)
"PiM's will never even come close to the brilliance of Jaffa Cakes," England said resolutely, recalling the time he had bought some out of curiosity and had died a little inside upon tasting them- such a lovely treat having been destroyed by the Spaniard.
While a pointless argument broke out between the two, America was busy combining burgers and Jaffa Cakes to form some ultimate fusion of pure epicness (and extremely high cholesterol, but heroes didn't worry about things like that).
"You're going to kill yourself one day," Canada said, looking at his brother warily and simply sighing as all he got in response was a thumbs up and a confident, "Heroes don't die dude!"
Unfortunately the American misjudged his capacity, and throughout all of the commotion that had been caused over the British confection, a whole new one flared up when America started choking. Russia had been the first to notice it, springing into action and rushing to save the Ameri-
Ha, yeah right.
No, Russia did notice first but a dark smile just adorned his features and he looked on in amusement. China noticed the change and was the second to realise the predicament America had gotten himself into.
"Oh my God! America's choking, aru!" he yelled, actually being useful unlike Russia and seeing if he could do anything to help. Without missing a beat, Germany was behind the self proclaimed hero and performing the Heimlich manoeuvre (which really wasn't helping matters in all honesty).
The poor hamburger lover had no idea what was going on. One minute he was enjoying a totally sweet treat he had just invented, then all of a sudden his breathing was cut off. Astonishingly he rarely ever choked when he ate, and so this came as a complete shock. As if his lack of being able to breathe efficiently wasn't enough, he now had a hench German literally crushing him. France pointed out that they should probably try something else, because otherwise Germany would accidentally be the reason America would end up in hospital and not a wayward morsel of food.
"Oi! Move!" England commanded, immediately cutting off his wrestling match with Spain over which was better out of Jaffa Cakes and PiM's in order to see what he could do. "America you idiot!" he berated, while America somehow managed to roll his eyes even in his current state.
I'm freaking choking and he STILL shouts at me, I just can't win! he thought as he was lowered to the ground and was lying flat on his back. The lack of oxygen really was beginning to become a problem at this point, but luckily the Brit knew CPR. Putting his hands on the American's chest, he began to pump. After a few seconds of nothing happening, stupid suggestions were offered up in a frantic manner.
"I have a wok, aru!"
"What good will a wok do?"
"How about my lead pipe? Kol kol kol."
"No Russia, just no!"
"Uwah! We surrender food, don't kill America!" Italy wailed, waving his white flag back and forth like a maniac.
"How about we try traditional Japanese method of Samurai?" Japan suggested, drawing a katana from somewhere and beginning to say some chant in Japanese.
"Oh no this is awful! The lovers can't be torn apart like this!" Hungary cried, holding Liechtenstein close to her, the two fujoshi's calling upon the yaoi gods to spare America's life, at least until they had witnessed some incredibly sexy guy on guy USUK action.
"You are not going to die on me git!" Iggy said determinedly, giving an extra hard pump and finally the thing causing the American so much pain was dislodged and he could breathe once more. Completely shattered with all that had just happened and his throat hurting like hell, America stayed led on his back, breathing lightly and trying to stabilise his condition. However the other countries didn't realise this, and it was just as the United States was about to sit up and give his famous hero grin to alert the others to the fact that he was totally fine, that he heard someone yell:
"It didn't work! Quick England, give him mouth to mouth!"
Mouth to mouth? he thought, staying exactly where he was. Hang on, this could totally be useful... America wasn't going to deny the fact that the kiss he had shared with England was... different from others he had experienced. When he had kissed England that time, his heart was racing, his lips tingled, and if he was completely honest with himself: he wanted more. Coming up with that agreement that 'it didn't mean anything' was only because he wanted to deny everything, but lately...
He wanted to try again, just to make sure that it wasn't the festive spirit amplifying things. And so although this was not romantic in the least, if he and England kissed under the guise of mouth to mouth then, in theory, there shouldn't be any awkward atmosphere after.
He opened an eye ever so slightly, able to see that England had turned red at the suggestion and was stuttering. But then he shook his head, coming to the conclusion that this was to save America's life, and so he actually, honestly, seriously began to lean in.
And it was at this very point in time that a certain someone arrived on the scene, having sprinted from the airport the second his plane had landed. He poked his head around the door to look into the meeting room, not really sure what to expect but he certainly wasn't expecting the sight he was met with.
N-No! What the-? Is this a joke? They're... they're... gonna KISS? Here? Now? It's true? His head was spinning, eyes fixed on the scene although he did pinch himself a couple of times to make sure that he wasn't having a weird dream or something. The little grey animal that was currently on the nation's shoulder started nuzzling him affectionately as if to console him.
The Brit gently put his hand under America's chin and leaned down, deciding that there was no time to take this slow as a life was at stake and so going for it straight away would be by far the better option. And then their lips were connected. America immediately felt small vibrations rushing through his body at the contact, his heart rate once again beginning to increase. As England honestly thought he was giving mouth to mouth, it was only natural for him to pull America's chin lightly so that his mouth was open- because the whole point in the resuscitation is to re-establish air flow.
Holy crap! the hero thought, wondering if he should take advantage of this absolutely perfect opportunity that had presented itself- because he couldn't do so the last time they had kissed. He had to decide what to do quickly, or else England was likely to commence with that whole pinching of the nose thing that would kill this already pretty unromantic moment. Yet the hero didn't care that they weren't at some fancy restaurant, or at a hotel, or even in privacy. As far as he was concerned at the moment, he and England were the only two people in the world.
And so, blaming the entire thing on delirium because he had just choked after all, America thought he would risk it. He carefully slipped his tongue into England's mouth. Said country's eyes widened, not expecting this in the least- wasn't America unconscious? Naturally his first reaction was to pull back immediately, but the way America was using his tongue to-
Oh dear God! How is he doing that? the blonde wondered, quite forgetting himself for a brief moment as his eyes fluttered shut he emitted a very small moan. What am I doing? I...
When America felt England's lips pressing back against his, he couldn't help but think that this had definitely been the right move. He became a bit more persistent and in turn he could hear England making quiet noises that he admitted he rather liked- although it was blatantly obvious that the island nation was deliberately keeping his voice down. How can I make him louder? he briefly wondered, before his mind drew a blank as England also began to utilise his tongue and actually started battling for dominance in this resuscitation turned making out session. The two of them could have been there for only seconds, or maybe minutes, hell they wouldn't be surprised if it was hours; they had completely lost track of time.
However, lack of oxygen soon reminded them that they would have to stop indulging in each other if they didn't wish to suffocate, and so eventually the two of them pulled away.
"Haha, guess I should choke more often huh?" America grinned, before realising where they actually were and adding to the sentence, "You saved my life England!" so as to convince the other countries that the Brit really had been performing mouth to mouth. Said country currently had one hand covering his mouth while looking completely confused and bewildered, a lovely shade of red adorning his face.
What in the bloody hell was that?
Yet he didn't have time to think about the ins and outs of everything, because huge cheers exploded around the room and numerous countries that were busy hailing him as a hero picked him up. Speaking of heroes, America was busy wondering what on earth the next step from here was, or if he should in fact do anything at all.
What do I do? We kinda need to talk about it guess, oh God I can't believe I just did that!
Meanwhile, a brunette that had seen the whole thing was busy wondering how he should go about tackling this massive problem. Crikey, this is gonna be more difficult than I first thought.
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When England arrived back at his place later on, he had wanted nothing more than to have a rejuvenating cup of tea before having an early night. He hadn't been able to ask America just what the hell he was playing at earlier due to him being the centre of attention for the rest of the day, and he didn't even want to think about why he had actually let him do that... or why he even joined in.
"Bloody hell, that idiot," he muttered, turning the key in his door and stepping into his lovely house where he could be in solitude.
"England~!" a gleeful voice rang out, before the Brit found himself dived on by a larger nation. He didn't even have to look up to know that light green eyes would be shining, and a huge grin would be greeting him. "G'day mum!"
"Australia... what the hell are you doing here?" the blonde asked with a mixture of surprise and exasperation.
"What? I can't come visit my mum now?" the other asked, feigning hurt.
"I'm not your mother git! And no it's not that, it's just-" he was cut off when he was pulled into a hug by the Aussie, before being released just as swiftly as the other bounced up and went to pick up his pet koala that of course he had to bring on the trip.
"Been a while right?" he asked, smiling.
"Indeed," England replied, a small smile gracing his lips as he watched Australia playfully spin his koala around. Now Australia was indeed a strange one. Back when he was a child, he had caused Iggy no end of bother; in fact the Brit would even venture to say that he was the most boisterous of all the nations that he had raised. Granted America had been a bit of a troublemaker back when he was little, but the brunette had access to a wide variety of interesting wildlife that America had not, thus England would often find a snake hiding in his clothes or giant spiders being placed in his bed- Australia was always pulling pranks. Yet when he had gained independence, after a few years Australia realised that he missed his 'mum'. So his personality seemed to do a 180, and he became incredibly caring and clingy (while still teasing the gentleman).
"Honestly," England sighed, walking over to the taller nation. "You could have called ahead you know." He gently reached out and brushed his fingertips against the small plaster that was across the Aussie's nose. "What happened here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing," Australia dodged the question.
"Australia," England said in his stern mother's voice, "Tell me or else."
"Or else what?" he challenged, before he soon found himself exploding into laughter as England pulled on his right ahoge- his most ticklish spot.
"M-Mum! Hahaha! O-Okay I give I give!" he laughed, and England chuckled softly as well.
Yes, Australia loved England as much as any child can love their mum. There was no way he was going to let someone potentially harm the parent he cared about, and from what he had heard from the British Isles... Australia had decided that it was his duty to look out for his mother and protect him from America. And if it really did come to light that his mum honestly did care for the star spangled idiot, then he would definitely be testing him to make sure that he was suitable for England.
Speaking of America...
"Hey, umm... Iggy? Can I come in?" the American's voice sounded, and Australia immediately became tense. "My games consoles are here," he said as he stepped into the main room without bothering to wait for the Brit to say he was allowed to enter (not that said country was capable of doing so now that he was blushing too much thanks to him remembering the incident earlier that day).
Damn, I can't face him just yet! I need to come up with a reason as to why I did that... sleep deprivation? A moment of insanity? Aliens? He'd probably believe that last one...
Okay America, just talk this out calmly, the hero thought in an attempt to boost his confidence. He was actually a little relieved when he heard England call, "I'm just making some tea!" because it bought him some time at least. He entered the living room, expecting to just be able to sit and wait on the sofa and figure out what to say, but he came face to face with a brunette that he had only seen a brief couple of times before.
"Oh, hey," the hero said. Who the heck is this guy?
"G'day," Australia replied, keeping his voice level and his eyes on 'the sly bastard that brainwashed our dear little brother' in the words of Ireland.
"I'm America," said country announced in an attempt to make friends, but he was just met with a smirk.
"Oh I know all about ya golden boy, and I'm gonna say this now to avoid things getting messy: stay away from England."
"Wh- huh?"
"You heard me."
A staring contest between the two broke out for a moment before England walked back into the room and Australia beamed, dashing up to the other and glomping him (being mindful of the tea). Now America knew that if he tried that, England would have probably scowled and pushed him off and made a sarcastic remark- and he expected the same thing to happen here. So you can imagine his surprise as he saw England laugh and ruffle the guy's hair affectionately.
"Australia, you'll have to let go at some point," he said happily, because England was happy. Sometimes he missed his role of parent, and Australia let him revisit that side of him whenever he came over.
Of course, America didn't know that this very affectionate relationship was just that similar to parent and child, and he could already feel himself begin to get slightly annoyed and wonder just what made this guy so special.
When the Aussie eventually did let go, he walked up to America and whispered, "You'll be seeing much more of me mate. I care about England, so hurt him and you'll be sorry." He then turned to England and did a huge wave, "Later~! See ya soon, kay?"
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Meanwhile, in the USA:
"Fucking hell, WALES! Would you control yer damn sheep?" Scotland asked angrily.
"It was your idea to bring them over here, so you deal with it!" Wales retorted.
Ireland ran up to them with a worried expression, "Where the fuck is North?"
"Heeeeeellpppppp!" came a faint cry from somewhere within the mass of white fluff that the brothers had put inside America's house.
"Goddammit! North! Try and hold up your hand!" Wales yelled frantically, trying to locate their missing sibling.
"What were we trying to accomplish with this again?" Ireland asked, wondering why on earth they thought that bombarding America's house with sheep was a good idea in the first place.
"Nothing in particular," Scotland simply shrugged before a sly grin came to his lips, "But you can't deny the fact that this is fucking hilarious!" Ireland had to agree with that point, even if there was no real reason for it you have to admit that shoving loads of sheep into someone's house is rather amusing.
"Wales!" North gasped upon being rescued. "What the hell? I thought you had power over these things!" Wales immediately turned to glare at Scotland because it was obviously him that had convinced North of that.
"You're a prick, you know that?" he seethed while Scotland just burst out laughing.
"Ach, calm down lad! Hey... ya reckon we could get more sheep in here?"
"I'll ring New Zealand!" Ireland grinned, pulling out his phone.
Thus the USA was hit with a sheep invasion, America and England never did get a chance to discuss what had happened that day, Australia and his koala took it upon themselves to become their mum's personal bodyguards, and Hungary and Liechtenstein were busy fangirling over the 'mouth to mouth' England had administered to his lover.
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So ja, YOU WIN OKAY? They kissed again, you happy? Well, are ya? Pfft, giving me a CPR prompt, very sly! There was no way around that one XD And when I saw a request for Australia being overprotective I was all d'awww, Oz wants to protect his mum XD Especially as I read on Wikipedia that apparently the UK and Oz have one of the closest international relationships so yeah~ I hope you like my portrayal of him :3 Well, it's late here so I'm off to bed now :P Until next time dear readers~ ^_^
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