Canada had invited England and America to spend a week in Canada. Being just what England and America needed, they had both instantly filed for two weeks of vacation. They had originally wanted to get a plane to the U.S then drive up to Canada on their own accord; however it appeared that Canada was riddled with nonsensical and time consuming meeting for the entire week of their planned visit, so of course they had to shift their plans a little and head for Canada first.
It had been two weeks since England had found the ribbon. Somehow, he had managed to stop obsessing over it. It was nothing. Yep. It probably fell out of the box he kept all his sewing stuff in. No need to get in a tizzy over his own misplaced craft materials.
As they got off the airplane, America started to text his brother to inform him of their arrival. The two of them started to make their way to the luggage pick-up.
"Is Matthew going to pick us up?" England asked.
"Nope, he totally bailed on us, something about important meeting with boss or some shit along those lines I bet it's just that Canadian laziness setting in though. I still have the key to his place, though. He said to just let ourselves in."
England shook his head, "Oh yes I remember Mathew being quite the sloth-like child when it came housework, oh wait he was actually very helpful, hmm who is the lad I'm thinking of then? "
" Oh hardy har har your so freakin funny" America said sarcastically, scowling at England.
" Come now, my land is famous for its dry sense of humor is it not? Don't look so sour, besides you know that your brother is one of the hardest working nations poor thing works himself to the bone. "
America snorted, "Don't feel bad for him. The only reason he's always so busy is because he's a total pushover, and his boss knows it."
Spotting America's suitcase, England moved forward and grabbed it for him, "Well he still makes the rest of us look bad," he said, handing America his suitcase.
"Thanks, man," America smiled, taking the luggage from England.
He wasn't going to lie to himself; England was still vaguely suspicious of America. He wasn't even very sure what he was suspicious of, he just was. The fact that America would occasionally leave for the day didn't increase England's confidence in him much. At first he had equated it to America being a very social character. He had just needed to get out every now and then. But the conviction was still there. He hated to doubt America, but it was difficult not to.
But this was America's trip, really. It was his opportunity to visit his brother and his own country. England felt guilty. He knew America had been aching for his own land for a while, and England refused to let his own insecurities get in the way of America's good time.
Checking out their rental car, the couple made their way to Canada's mid-sized suburban house. Thankfully when they arrived, America's key for the house worked perfectly and they made their way in.
"Don't wreck the house, you hear me?" England called out from the hallway as he took off his shoes.
America had already made his way to the kitchen, "Yes Mother!"
Sighing, England knew Canada's home would look like a tornado had gone through it by the time they left for the States.
England walked into the kitchen to join America. He rolled his eyes as America dug through his brother's fridge.
"Can't you wait?" he groaned.
America playfully glared at him, "No way. One more minute without food and I'm gonna end up eating you," he continued to burrow through the fridge, "Dude, Mattie, that cheap bastard! The fridge is practically empty! Gahhhh I'm so hungryyyy." America moaned.
England rolled his eyes, "Did you not notice the piece of paper with 'GROCERY LIST' written on it in enormous letters that happened to be laying right here on then counter?" England asked, picking up said list.
America scoffed, "Why would I notice that?" his expression changed, "Hey hey! We should do Mattie's shopping for him!" America exclaimed, very proud of his benevolence.
England shrugged, "Alright. Text Matthew first; I don't want to shop with an incomplete list."
And so they were off to the local supermarket. Finding it was an adventure all its own. America adamantly claimed that he knew the way, but after twenty minutes of driving around aimlessly, it was obvious to England that America was bullshitting him. After arguing for another twenty minutes, England had somehow convinced America to pull over at a gas station for directions. In another ten minutes, they finally arrived at their destination. A simple five minute drive had managed to turn into an almost hour long epic.
Stepping out of the car, America dramatically fell down to his knees, "Dear Lord, thank you!" he cried to the sky.
England cleared his throat, "Please don't embarrass me. We haven't even been here for a day," he whispered, glancing at the Canadians who were staring at him and his boyfriend. Smiling and nodding 'hello' to a wrinkly old lady, England pulled America up and started dragging him to the store. The old lady mumbled something about 'young liberal fags these days' and shuffled away.
"What a crotchety old bitch," America stated loudly.
England jabbed America in the ribs, "Alfred!" he hissed, glaring at him.
"What it's not like the gomer can actually hear me!" America smirked.
"That doesn't matter," England argued, "Respect your elders, even if they're rude."
America giggled, "Yes, sir!" he followed that with a mock salute.
Glaring daggers at America, England grabbed a cart and they walked into the store. America immediately ran to the candy isle.
"That's okay. I'll do the whole shopping list myself. I don't need your assistance or anything!" England yelled at him and he was running away.
"Great! I'll meet up with you in a bit!" America called back to him.
Sighing, England continued on his way. Cereal isle first for Cheerios, than
Produce. He eyed up a box. Were Cheerios beneficial during pregnancy? They were pretty good for you as cereals went, but England couldn't be sure. He stared at the box before shaking his head. There he went again. Obsessing over pointless things. He grabbed the box and tossed it into the cart.
America finally met up with England in the deli isle. He was carrying an impossible amount of candy, chips, ice cream, and various other types of junk food.
Dumping it all in the cart, America turned to England and smiled, "Hi!"
England stared in disbelief at the trash America had just dropped in the cart,
"... You do realize this grocery trip is for you brother, right?"
America nodded, "Yeah. Don't worry, this'll be gone by the end of the week."
"Just make yourself useful and go grab me a number," England said, pointing to the waiting number dispenser.
"Mkay, sweet thang!" America said, jogging over to it. He pulled out one. Then another. Then two more. Snickering like a five year old, America started pulling out the little slips of numbers.
"Hey! Knock that off," England yelled, dragging America away from the dispenser,
"What are you, still in nursery school? Look, you get one number and one number only-"
"Because you're a lazy bastard?" America said, giggling at his reference.
England just stared at America, "No," he said bluntly.
"Aww you're no fun," America pouted.
"Yes, and being alone is no fun either. Which is what you're about to find out if you don't go get a twelve pack of soda."
Still pouting, America ran off again to get England's request.
England was sure by the time this was all said and done, his eyes would permanently be stuck in mid-eye roll. He apologized profusely to the man behind the counter for the handful of wasted paper numbers. The man was pretty unfazed by it; England assumed he was used to children messing with it.
After America came back with the soda, they checked out and made their way back to the car.
Smiling, America grabbed six heavy bags at once and placed them in the trunk.
Frustrated, England tried to keep up with him, but America was too strong and fast.
There was a long silence on the car ride home that America finally broke.
"So... Are we going to tell him?" America asked, straightforward.
England pondered for a minute, "I don't know. He's your brother."
"True, but it's ya' know…in you, so I don't want make it all awkward for you or anything"
Surprised at Americas consideration for him, England smiled, "This already is an awkward situation, really," he thought for a second, "Well, like I said, he's your brother. You can tell him if you want," plus, he trusted Canada. England knew Canada would keep this between the three of them. Anyone else would blab about it. England shuddered at the thought of France finding out. He envisioned an entire group email literally sent to the entire world proclaiming England and America's secret.
America grinned and nodded. As they pulled into Canada's driveway, they noticed another car in the driveway.
"Mattie's home!" America yelled louder than necessary. Jumping out of the car before England had even stopped, America raced up to the doorway of the house. Laughing and shaking his head in disbelief, England popped the trunk and got ready to face the first person they would tell their secret to.
(A.N) UWWWAAA~! It's finally finished. OMG OMG I'm so sorry I'm so late but I've been having the worst luck I thought my computer battery died but that want it so I have no comp and I had to type this on my phoooone. Jdfbvjndfb why does the world hate me? Anyways, for the lovely folks reading this, thanks for sticking with me I know it was a long wait for such a disappointing chapter but kfdkv I have nothing to say for myself here. (´；д；`)
EvanescenceAngel-LURV IT! A ribbon? GASP!...I like cows (^3^) cO/-\~
Great chapter!
Poor Iggy!
Yush a ribbon! xD cows are pretty cool….:I
AnimalLover15-ALFRED! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? D:
I ONLY WISH I KNEWWWW!
Watergoddesskasey- awesome!
() tank chu
Hitsu4HinaEva -Hari-Sama-OOOOH. SOME DRAMA BE HAPPENIN' UP IN HEYA. O3O
I'm clueless, though. -shot- Awesome update.
~Hari Sama
(^з^)- yepp thar be dramatics in the air! Tanks~!
AllegraIvanova-waaaaaa I love this! :3 really, is so sweet and lovely : D
I hope to read more, very soon!
and I want to thank you because of your story ! hhahahahaa
paka paka!
ヾ(´▽;)ゝ thank you! 3
Devii-Post next chapter or I'll kill you!
ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ Im sorry don't kill meeeeeee!