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Chapter 18: America X England
They had been on a date or what America counted as a date and England saw as a simple hang out, when England injured himself tripping. America carried England in wth him protesting. His pants were ripped on the knees and both bleeding badly. He took him to the kitchen and went and got the first aid kit they kept in the broom closet because all Kirklands were accident prone when cooking. He smiled amused at England who was glaring up at him pouting.
"Hey. I just want to doctor it."
"You didn't have to carry me."
"I know," he said kneeling on the floor and ripped the pants leg off given the holes were too big so he'd have to throw them out anyways.
He stopped the bleeding and started cleaning them. England's brothers watched from the doorway. America kneeled on the floor smiling cleaning England's knees. England pouting with a stubborn look and looking away cheeks pink. America wrapped them soon then looked up at him then chuckled.
"I remember when I was young you said that a kiss makes the ouchies go away," he said smiling looking at him.
"Yeah you were a kid so I..." he trailed off America grabbing his left ankle lifting his leg and bent down kissing his knee. England's face went red. "Git what are you doing," America set his leg down then grabbed the other and did the same. "Stop it you're embarrassing," England said hiding his face into his hands. America stood and grabbed his wrist unhiding his face smiling softly.
"Did the pain go away," America asked getting in his face and England stared eyes big, face red then nodded slowly. "I'm glad," America said laughing happily.
"That was sweet and all but back away from my little brother," Wales growled.
"Wales!"
"Don't worry about it. He's being big brother. He is just over protective at the moment."
"Well there is no reason to be," England mumbled brow furrowed confused.
"There might be," America hummed. "To him there might be. Cause I think he knows better."
"Knows better about what?"
"Maybe you'll figure it out some day. I better go get a hotel that's near the conference building."
"No stay here there is extra room," England offered.
"Hmmm somehow I think they might not like that," America said seeing the glares pinned on him.
"Scottie be nice. Ire stop looking stupid you grouchy git. Wales...quit being you. North stop being mean," England said pointing at them pouting.
"You can stay laddie," Scotland sighed at England's pleading eyes. Then laughed at Ireland and Wales who tackled England and started tickling him for insulting them.
That night England watched a movie on the couch with America both leaning on each other relaxed then picked out a second one when the one was over. Soon both were clinging to each other eyes large and scared. After America looked at him trembling.
"Share?"
"Let's go," England said pulling him along to his room and shared the bed with him shaking.
"England it's time to get up and eat," Wales sang in the morning happily then noticed the two wrapped in each other's arms asleep.
He shut his eyes while smiling and shaking then low growls escaped. Then he screamed on top of his lungs. England jolted up confused. America raised up just as confused as he was. He saw Scotland run up and his face went red with rage and his body started shaking.
"Wait it was because of a movie! It was scary," America cried cowering down knowing he was going to die.
"I was scared Scottie," England said remembering the movie not really noticing the murderous atmosphere.
He gave him large puppy eyes and started talking about the movie untangling from America and reached out to him like a child wanting to be picked up. Scotland scooped him and carried him away listening to him chatter.
"I will fucking end you next time," Wales snarled.
"Got it," America squeaked.
They ate breakfast then went to the conference. England giggled as Scotland teased him quietly. Nations grinned hearing England giggle and he looked absolutely precious their eyes lustful and adoring as they watched the pair. Scotland shot a glare at them unamused. America seethed silently in his chair. He was plotting so many ways to murder them. No one could look at England like that but him. He'd gouge their eyes out if he had to.
It's a little short I know. Next time I update it'll be longer. I'm trying to catch up on my stories for right now. So simple and sweet is what I'm going for. Sorry if it disappointed you. But thank you for reading. I love you guys!