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Chapter 9: America X England
"ENGLAND NO!"
"HE STARTED IT!"
"JUST BECAUSE HE CALLED YOU SHORT DOESN'T MEAN YOU BREAK HIS ANKLE!"
"THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT MEANS!"
"AMERICA DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR BOYFRIEND," France wailed as he was trying to break Africa's other ankle.
"Sssshhh be calm my adorable cinnamon roll," America said stroking his hair.
England was in his arms in a blur snuggling his face into his happily.
"Is that really all it had to take," France deadpanned.
"Well when I do it yes."
"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU DO IT EARLIER?!"
"HEY HE INSULTED MY ADORABLE BOYFRIEND HE DESERVED HIS ANKLE BEING BROKEN!"
"YOU TWO ARE INSANE," France yelled throwing his hands up in frustration.
"SO," they yelled at the same time.
"I'm done with you two. I'm taking Africa to the hospital," he sighed walking away with the poor man.
"Do you think I'm short," England questioned America with a pout.
"I think you're cute sized," America said nuzzling into his cheek with his nose.
"Is that a polite flirty way of calling me short," he demanded.
"….Maybe," he admitted.
England puffed his cheeks out in anger as he leaned away from him slightly. America grinned at him enjoying teasing his cute boyfriend. England launched his face into his neck and sunk his teeth into the crook of it. America screeched and laughed trying to pry him away from his neck. England bit people for being smug and lippy with him if he was close to them. His spot for America was the crook of his neck where it was more tender and painful. It hurt but it was also funny at the same time.
"England are you giving him a hickie," Russia asked stopping when he saw the pair on the sidewalk and England had his head in America's neck clearly doing something to it.
"NO," he cried flustered as he pulled away and pounced out of America's arms.
He ran to Russia as a blush raged on his face and started pummeling his chest.
"I WOULDN'T SO SUCH A THING IN PUBLIC I'M NOT FRANCE OR PRUSSIA! I HAVE MORALS DAMN IT! I WOULD NEVER! YOU'RE SO MEAN AND EMBARRASSING SAYING SOMETHING LIKE THAT! STUPID RUSSIA," he cried flustered as he pummeled his chest.
Russia caught his wrists laughing to stop the assault then pulled him close and hugged him tightly so he couldn't escape and start hitting him again.
"My mistake my mistake my mistake I'm so very sorry for accusing you of such England now please stop hitting me," he laughed.
"Fine but only because you apologized," he pouted.
"Thank you," he chuckled and let him go. "I'm off to go pick up China from his hotel room I'll see you tomorrow at the meeting," he said waving as he walked away.
"DON'T DO ANYTHING I WOULDN'T DO," England called.
"And what wouldn't you do," America asked amused.
"Pay for dinner," England sassed making for the restaurant that they were supposed to eat at.
"You are so rude," America laughed.
"You started it," he sassed as they made it to the building not far away.
"Yes yes I know," America said rolling his eyes smiling as he held the door open for him from behind.
"You better know," England said as America followed him in and they were shown to their table.
"So I was wondering," America said as they were left alone.
"Wondering what?"
"How are you so freaking adorable," he teased.
"I got it from my adorable big brother Scotland," he said perking up.
America facepalmed. England was the only one on the whole damn planet that would ever all Scotland. Manly, violent, buff, tall, intimidating, and dangerous Scotland adorable. England had a screwed-up definition of adorable if he thought that manly beast was adorable.
"So, if you describe him as adorable how do you describe me," he smirked.
"Stupid," England sassed immediately.
America stared at him blankly then got up and went around the table to him. England smirked up at him in victory that he had gotten under his skin by not complimenting him. America wrapped an arm around him tightly suddenly and started tickling him. England struggled and laughed.
"WE'RE IN PUBLIC YOU IDIOT," he cried through laughter.
"So? You're the only one embarrassed. I'm having fun making you laugh like a little girl," he teased.
"STOP!"
"Then say sorry," he laughed.
"SORRY," he cried trying to escape.
America let him go and went back to his seat.
"If you two get any cuter I'll have to aske you to leave so our other guests won't die of nose bleeds," the waiter teased setting their drinks down.
"We'll try but he's adorable so I can't make any promises," America smirked.
"Stop embarrassing me," England whined hiding his face behind the menu cutely.
"Oh, you secretly love it and you know it," America laughed.
The waiter chuckled and went to handle another table leaving the pair to decide what they wanted. They bickered cutely in between waits and such amusing all the guests to no ends. America walked him back to his hotel after dinner.
"Good night England," he sang at the door.
"Good night my annoying love," England said back while hugging him.
"So rude," America chuckled kissing his lips gently. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Ok," England smiled brightly before pulling away and going into his room.
"He's so cute," America sighed to himself walking away with a smile.