Hey guy's hope you liked the last very short chapter hahah! I think this chapter is going to be a little long, some yaoi may be involved, so enjoy. Oh and if you don't like don't read
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It was getting close to sunset, America had finally got England to eat so he could finally take his pills to get better. But now England was asleep, and America had nothing ells to do accept watch T.V.
He sat on the couch flipping threw the channels a bit bored out of his mind, he actually thought about going home. But what if England needed him... sometimes being a hero is so boring!
He sighed as his thumb pressed the one button that might find him amusement at England's house. Ugh this is why he always made England come over to his house instead! Right now he could be playing Stubs the Zombie!...
He let out a groan of frustration and dropped the remote letting it plop in the couch. Letting his head fall back against the soft pillow he closed his eye's and began to think of work?.. no that's lame... hmm.. cute animals?... no that's to lovable... England?
Perfect he wasn't to lame.. sometimes... and England was hard to love, nor has he ever been lovable. America relaxed as he began to think about England for about the hundredth time today.
America's thought's
I hope he doesn't wake up soon, it's really nice to have some alone time for once.. But I hope he gets better soon.. maybe when he does get better we can.. go out to eat! Im starving! I hope I Hop is okay for him...
maybe I should take him somewhere nicer then that.. maybe to a movie or something... maybe dinner and a movie.. Captain America came out last weak, I would like to see that.. maybe as a... date?... WHAT? Did I seriously just think about asking England out on a date?
Whats wrong with me? Maybe im getting sick to..but then I would have been sick for a while now... this isn't the first time that's crossed my mind...
maybe I-
reality- opes!
"America... what are you doing?"
America's eye's shot open to see England slightly hunched over with a blanket rapped around him.. yeah he's still sick everyone!
"nothing," America answered.
It took America a second to realize England wasn't looking at him, he was looking straight ahead of him... "why is something wr-" America fallowed England's gaze to the T.V. Witch had a big flat screen of gay porn playing on it.
America grabbed the remote as fast as he could but then dropped it, and the batteries flew out of it. One under the couch, the other, next to America's foot.
"This isn't what it looks like! Honest, I don't watch... this stuff!"
England didn't seem to care about the remote, his eye's were glued on the T.V. America noticed this.. And the small blush on England's face.
America's thought's
is he enjoying this? This man on man porn projected on his T.V at six in the afternoon?
No he can't be enjoying this, he's England cents when does he enjoy things?
Embarrassing reality!
England cleared his throught and walked over to the couch. America came back to reality when he saw the hunched over man slowing walking, slightly limping for some reason, he didn't bother to ask, as long as England didn't say anything about it, it was probably okay.
England sat on the couch, then looked up at America.. "sit with me, won't you?" he siad not even paying attention to the T.V.
"what but... But-" America was very obviously blushing.
"America, I don't care that you were watching porn on my T.V. But you are paying for it. But the remote is broken, and you cant turn off or change the channel without it, so sit down and watch what you are paying for."
"But I wasn-" America stopped when he got a scolding look that sent chills down his back... If looks could kill England would be a mass murderer! "fine," he said sitting next to his friend.
They sat in silents for a few moments, listening to the awkward noises from the entertainment on the telly, then America decided to break the awkward trend of moans and pants.
"how do you feel?"
England looked up at America, he slightly curled up then muttered, still feel completely sick, those pills didn't help at all.
America noticed something different and weird about the sick British man... he was acting.. more... feminine than usual... then it suddenly hit him, America remembered reading the side effects of the pill, one was mood swings.
America smiled, and England caught a glimpse of it. "what are you smiling about?"
America looked at him slightly confused.
"don't just smile at me without knowing why idiot." it was like England was on his rag man! "and sit up straight, your slouching, and fix your hair... why aren't your sock's matching!"
America had just about enough of this annoying nagging, he really didn't want to be around him when he was in a bitchy mood, that was the worst!
"hey.. your the one that told me to enjoy this... show, now be quiet would you?" Yeah it made him seem like a perv, but he wanted England to shut up!
Sniffle... sniffle sniffle.
Was heard after a few moments of silents. America looked over at England to see he was crying. !oh shit!
"Hey what's wrong Iggy?" America said whipping a tear from England's chin. "you would rather watch a porno then have anything to do with me" He whine in a crying voice.
Ah crap
"of course not Iggy, I love spending time with you..." (god it's like we're dating)
"what do you like doing with me?"
America stood silent for a second... (this is really like we are dating... what do I say?)
"... um I love watching this porno with you... and.. um... eating out with you... and um .. watching scary movies, and having... you so scared you hide in my chest, and-"
"that's you that does that!"England shouted.
America didn't want to admit it, although it was true, but he didn't want to set him off on another rampage of nagging... plus he was still crying.
"hey now, you stop that crying.." America said in a calm playful voice. England looked up at him, and America almost collapsed right there in a fit of adorableness! The look that England gave him would make the biggest bad ass guy in the world squeal like a little girl! He sniffled a couple times, and America gave into temptation.
"It's okay come here," he said holding out his arms. England scooted into his arms, holding the blanket close and slightly sniffling, he laid his head on America's chest. And
America rapped his arms around England to comfort him.
They sat there watching the porno that America had to pay for. And America acually felt a boner coming on... Maybe he was sick.
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end of this chapter. so... what you think?
I will have the next chapter posted soon, so don't try to pull an England on me, and start crying, because then the porno monster will eat your T.V. !