"Alfred!" Someone shook my shoulder. My eyes flew open. I was about to shout out England's name, but then I saw that it was only the Pilot. "We have arrived, sir…" He said. I smiled and grabbed Texas from the seat, placing him back on my face.
"Thanks, dude." I said grabbing my overnight bags and exiting the plane. There was something about Germany's house that was so pretty…and yet so terrifying. Eh, I'll figure it our someday. A car pulled up and I slide into the back seat. This driver was quirt just like my normal one. We pulled up to the building after half an hour of silence. I saw my two best friends standing at the doors of the building: Canada and England. I got out of the car and ran up to them; I haven't seen them in awhile.
"Dudes!" I called running up to them.
"H-Hey, bro…" Mattie whispered. God, he has some serious volume issues, but he will learn in time.
"Is that anyway to greet someone, wanker?" England said. I had to fight a blush away almost immediately at the sound of his voice; the memories of the dreams flashing back quickly. Just being near him sets my skin on edge, what is up with me?
"That's how we do it in my house, bro!" I hugged him tight, as soon as my skin made contact with his tingles spread everywhere. I didn't let go, I couldn't, and it felt so right to have him in my arms.
"Let go of me! Twat! We are going to be late." He hissed at me. I let go of him, and was taken over by emptiness… Iggy, what are you doing to me? But, he is right, we are here on business. We better not keep Germany waiting.
"Kay calm down, dude." I opened the door and followed him through the hallways to the meeting room. It was full of countries! ; Russia, China, Japan, Italy, Prussia, Austria, France, Canada, Germany, and so on. Germany stood up, oh joy, let the games begin!
"Is everyone here?" Germany asked.
"I believe so." England answered, looking around.
"Then let's get started." Germany said.
England sat down next to France, and I snagged a seat on his left. France was giving him some weird look…I swear he has a thing for England… it hurts to think like that. To think like someone else wants the person I need… but it is crazy for me to need someone who would never want me. I am never really the jealous type, but when it comes to England, I want to protect him from everyone and everything. Huh, a lot of people are screaming, what did I miss?
"At least I am not a stuck up like Britain!" France yelled. England lunged from his seat punching France in his jaw. We all stared at them as they toppled to the ground, fists and insults flying everywhere.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're acting barbaric!" Austria shouted over the noise. Germany was getting pissed; we could all tell it wouldn't be long until-
"GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" Germany boomed. I called it, he was gonna explode. I leant down and grabbed England by the back of his shirt, yanking him away from France.
"YOU FROG FACED WANKER! I SWEAR IF I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I WILL KILL YOU! FUCKING TWAT!" England yelled for one last insult. I drug him down the halls of the building. He was trashing and struggling against me. "Let me go! I need to kick his arse!" I pulled him by his shoulders through the front doors of the building.
"England, calm down and take a walk with me." I said taking his arm and pulling him to the park across the street. We walked along the path together quietly, his anger seeming to calm down. At least he is calming down. It is nice, just he and I together now… but I couldn't look at him. It set butterflies in my stomach, and turned my knees to jelly.
"Thank you, America…"He sighed. The shade of the trees casting shadows over both of us. I looked over at his face; it was slightly flushed and-holy shit he is bleeding!
"Iggy. your nose!" I said, pointing to his face. He gave me a confused look before raising his hand and touching it. His eyes widened at the ruby liquid on his finger tips.
"Huh, Shit. The frog face did get a hit in." I stood in front of him. It didn't look too bad there was just a lot of blood.
"Here let me see." I said. I gently took his jaw in my hands and tilted his head back. It wasn't broken, but he was going to have a pair of black eyes tomorrow. "It's not…bad. Here sit down a sec." I shrugged toward one of the park benches nearby. We sat in it and I continued to examine his nose. To be honest the wound was nothing…I just wanted to be close to him. I could smell him from here and feel his body heat radiating.
"It's nothing, Alfred. Calm down." He said, pulling away from me and getting a hanky out from his pocket. He wiped the blood from his face, blushing slightly. I was staring at him, but I couldn't help it! He was…so attractive to me.
"Are you sure? Let me see it again." I said. He wiped his face again, sighing slightly, and then he tilted his head back. His nose didn't look bad. It was still bleeding slightly, I ran by fingers along the bridge of his nose. It was always somewhat crocked, but the punch didn't cause it. I couldn't keep my gaze on his nose…I kept staring at his lips. They just looked so…kissable. They looked soft and tempting. I could feel the blood rush to my face. England had closed his eyes, leaning his head back further. He looked so damn easy to take. I could feel my self-control slipping. This could be my chance…Fuck it. Just fuck it.
I leaned forward brushing our lips together in a gentle caress. My heart sped up, like electricity shot though my body. I pulled back and gave a quick look to England's red face. His green eyes were wide with shock. Fuck fuck fuck! What did I just do! I stood up quickly and ran from him. England hates me what was I thinking.
"America!" He called after me, I couldn't look back at him, and I don't want to see that anger on his face. He was probably so pissed! I quickly ducked behind a tree; I heard his feet crunch the leaves behind me as he ran passed me. I sighed through my panting. What did I just do!
