Author's Note:

And we got another prompt on the board from one HeartHorse11:

Can you do a USUK Flic? I love your writing style and would like to see more, even if you don't do my suggestion, still... I love your writing!

I can certianly try, dude-bra. Thanks.

Warning! Established USUK! VERY FLUFFY! Slight sexual content, but nothing too bad. Strong T rating, promise.

HETALIA ISN'T MINE, YOU HAVE BEEN DISCLAIMED.

It was mid morning, around eight thirty-ish, in London. It wasn't raining, yet, but surely it would. It was all cloudy and misty in that way that told it was going to rain relatively soon. So completely normal for London. But it was very relaxing to England. It was a nice Saturday, he had the day off and his boyfriend America was over. England could hear him singing some annoying ass American pop song in the his after run shower. Adorable git was lucky he loved him so much.

England and America have been dating for awhile now. Well, a long time for humans, a short time for nations. Around thirty years. Well, thirty years in the Fall. It sounds a lot longer then it really is. Was really the nation equivalent two years. No biggy, really. Granted, within those years, they had developed a really close relationship. Because the pair had the unfortunate pleasure experiencing war together, so there wasn't much that the other hadn't heard or seen of the other. When they had started dating, England had tried to build up some barriers, but had failed pretty miserably. One of the biggest adjustment for England was how... touchy America was, not emotionally, physically. America loved to hang on him and hold him. It was a little uncomfortable for England at first, but eventually enough it started to be pleasant. Granted, sometimes England wasn't sure wether or not their relationship wasn't some sort of long term plan on the part of America to slowly cuddle him to death.

England was so caught up in his book that he hadn't noticed when the shower had cut off. So he was almost suprised when he was suddenly assaulted with little kisses from America. He was wrapped in the younger one's arms, which were still warm from the shower. It made impossible for him to read his book.

"Alfred, I'm trying to read."

The use of their human names came into play around five years into the relationship.

"If you don't want me to kiss you, then you need to stop looking so hot when you read." America said, giving him another on his cheek. England sighed and went to give him a proper kiss on the lips but it was early and he was tired so the kiss landed somewhere between America's lips and nose.

"How exactly is reading attractive?" England gave his normal sarcastic look, but America pretended it wasn't there.

"It is when you do it. Your lips pucker together in thought and your eyebrows do... that thing." America twitched a hand towards England's face to gesture towards the brows in question.

"That thing? Oh, I'm sorry, I'll try not to do 'that thing' with my eyebrows, as to not distract you." England said, sarcasm heavy on his tongue.

"That's all I ask, dude." America chuckled, rolling with it. He was so used to it by now. America continued to give England all sorts of kisses, and eventually starting to trail them down his neck. It was that the... erm... pressing against his leg that made England aware of his intensions.

"God damn, Alfred, really?" Engalnd said, trying to squirm out of his grasp. "We just had sex last night. It's been nine hours."

"Awh, come on, your always horny." England knew America was giving him the pouty eyes and he refused to look, because all hope would be lost. Damn those eyes. "Could I at least have a BJ? Come on, Saturday morning BJ's are the best morning BJ's."

"Do you have no shame?" He already knew the answer.

"Nah, man." Yup.

"If I do, can I finish this chapter? Then we can do something."

"Deal."

*CENSORED! INCREDIDABLY CENSORED!*

"Thank you, babe." America smiled, snuggling into his neck.

"I spoil you." England grumbled into his shoulder. "Now get off me, I want to finish the chapter." America groaned, not budging. England shoved him off. The younger nation ended up slugishly flopping off the couch like a sack of cooked pasta.

"Why do you think I love you so much?" America grinned from the floor.

"I'd hope that wasn't the only reason." England smiled as he plucked his book up from the table.

"Nah, I'm sure there is plenty more. Like your relentless sarcasm, punk hair, and fixation on the perfect tea." The american said with sarcasm almost matching England's own. Since they started going out America had been making efforts to be more sarcastic and use irony more, it made England more comfortable. America couldn't fathom why.

"Awh, thanks, love." England sassed back.

After a few minutes, the briton sat his book aside and finally helped his poor boyfriend off the ground.

"So, what do you want to do?" He asked as America drapped an arm around him. Dork.

"I don't feel like doing anything today... You got Netflix, lets watch that."

"Fine, then what shall we watch?" England asked, leaning into America's side.

"I dunno... should be something we both like... Maybe Friends?" America peeked at his boyfriend, who seemed to be concidering it.

"Sure, why not." He said.

"I still can't get over the fact that you like that show." America snickered as he turned the TV on.

"Hey, it's not like all the other American shows. In most shows from America, all the characters are great and perfect or successful. All the characters in Friends are kind of different sorts of losers." England tried to defend himself. America stopped what he was doing and raised a brow at him. "It's halarious!" The other brow went up.

"Artie, babe, I'm not sure that's why Friends is funny." America was starting to do something of a manly giggle, which then grew into a full grown laugh, and England shoved him away and scooted over to the other end the couch.

"Your an awful boyfriend." England mumbled into a throw pillow, one he had embroidered himself, of course.

"No, Artie, don't be like that." America's laughter was only growing. America wasn't even sure why he started to laugh in the first place, but he couldn't stop.

"No. You're a bloody git, thats what you are."

"Love you too, babe." America chortled, laying on top of the smaller man, resolutely snuggling into his shoulder.

"Get off me!" England wiggled around like a tiny english piglet trying to escape a farmer. "You git! Get off! Off off off!"

"No, your cuddly." America laughed into England's neck.

"Do I look like a teddy bear to you? Off!"

"No!" America snorted, rolling them off the couch.

It took England fifteen minutes to get America off them. He tried being mad, but at this point it had happened so many times he couldn't keep it up for very long. And so the pair just... watched Friends for awhile. Nothing of interest really happened, it was just a relaxing day off for the couple. They had lunch, they drank tea and America only complained a little, which was a big step up from when they first started dating when he would pore it out the window. Progress is progress.

After dinner the pair watched some sort of English documentary. It bored America half to death, but England thought it was cool, and relationships were about compromise, right? Plus the look on England's face when he learned new things was damn near the most adorable thing America had scene. Additionally, America knew if he waited long enough, England turn in 'Romantic England'. England had a tendency towards being very crabby during the day and romantic before bed. It was actually really nice when America got used to it. In fact, it was getting really late. Won't be long now.

The moment the documentary ended, an arm was snaked around his waist. Score.

"Thank you for watching that with me, love. I know documentaries bore you." England murmured, face buried in America's neck. America could feel his warm breath rush against his collar bone and it was a lot bigger of a turn on then it should be. Damn England.

"No biggy, we watched American TV all day." America said, scooting in closer. England gave his waist a squeeze.

"Yes, but it was still nice of you." England said before trailing a look over America's body. "You know, it always confounds me how you can look so attractive in sweatpants and a t-shirt. How do you do that?"

"I guess it's just in my charm." America said with a small chuckle, pressing his forehead against England's.

"Must be it." England agreed before giving a slightly sad sigh. "I wish we could do this more often... I hate that we are both so busy."

"I know, me to." America sighed to, rubbing tiny circles in England's shoulder with his thumb. "It's not like we can do anything about it. It's not like we are married or anything."

"Now that would be really ridiculous." England smiled. "We've only be dating for thirty years... Flash in the pan, we wouldn't want to end up like Austria and Hungary, would we?"

"Exactly. Granted, if we got married, I'd think that it'd be more between us then the countries we represent. Like when the leaders of Poland and Lithuania got married, Poland and Lithuania weren't going out... I think. I gotta say, I'm not really sure whats up with Poland... Anyway, I'd think it be like that... but opposite. That was where Austria and Hungary went wrong, I think. When the Empire of Austria-Hungary was dissolved it completely destroyed their relationship. Still, they seem really friendly now." America definetely didn't already have an engagement ring for England. Because that would be stupid, right? (He totally had one, if you couldn't read that sarcasm)

"I suppose." England, shifting his weight slightly and kissing America on the lips. Soft , tender, yeah, Romance England was definetely in full swing now. "Why don't we go to bed?"

America had a strong feeling from his tone that England didn't want to sleep. Booyah.

And so ended the night, because the author doesn't do smut.

Author's Note:

Wow, I suck at writing romancy-fluff things... I learned something today XD Seriously though, sorry for wrecking this prompt so horribly. I don't have any experience writing this sort of thing XD Was really fun to write, though.

Loving the prompts so far. Loving it. Am currently trying to smash three language related prmpts, it's gonna be awesome. Keep them coming.

Also, it wouldn't kill y'all to leave a review about the stories themselves, so I shall issue a question... What was you favorite bit of this little one shot? Hm?