Thank you to all my readers!!! I know I said that the story would proceed in hisorical order, but I couldn't resist writing this one. It's just....America's glasses are Texas!!!! This is just a sort of crack!chapter so ignore the horrible quality.
It was just another day, another hour as England peacefully sipped at his tea, reclining comfortably in his leather office chair. He was humming tunelessly to himself, a testament as how unusually relaxed he was and foolishly, he believed that nothing could ruin his mood.
Slam!
"England!" The nation nearly spilt his tea as America barged into his study, his inhumane strength causing the door to leave an indentation in the wall. "England, Arthur, guess what? Guess what? Guess what?"
"What in the world do you think you're doing?" the Englishman sputtered, getting to his feet. He had quite liked that wall. And the door too seeing as it now had a large crack running through the structure. "You can't just barge in like that, you bloody Yank! Now you broke my wall and my door! What could…" He trailed off as he took in the larger nation. There was something off…
"WHAT THE HELL IS ON YOUR FACE!"
America instantly jumped at the sudden change of tone. "What? What's on my face?" he asked anxiously as he patted his cheeks, making sure there weren't any unwanted objects (namely spiders) on his features. When he was sure there wasn't anything, he looked crossly at the Briton. "Are you seeing things again, Arthur?" he asked irately.
"No-you-that-what-you-thing-AH!" England marched up to his ex-colony and pointed right between baby blue eyes. "THOSE! What-since when have you needed glasses?"
"Oh, you like 'em?" America replied happily as he tweaked the silver frames. "I got 'em for Mexico. Use to be Spain's."
"Use to be-use to be-" England's thick eyebrow twitched as he thought of his old pirate enemy. But that was a long time ago. Now they were cordial acquaintances. "You've never needed glasses. You don't need glasses. Why do you need glasses?" he ranted.
The younger nation shrugged noncommittally while smiling pleasantly, completely missing the strange signs of disbelief England was sending. "Things change, people change, that sorta stuff."
The Briton eyes him suspiciously. " Those are fake, aren't they?" he accused..
"Of course n-" But before America could finish his sentence, England snatched the frames from his face and backed away, examining the lens.
"They can't be real," he muttered to himself. "They can't be. I taught you better than to read in the dark."
"Arthur, give them back!" The American reached blindly in front of him, trying to grab the greenish blond blur that was England.
"These are not real. There is no way they are real." With a frown, England slipped the glasses on, frames a bit too big for him. "Aw, bloody hell, they're real!"
Just then, America managed to trip over some invisible speck of dust (which was understandable since he could not see) and fell onto the smaller nation, knocking both of them onto the floor and sending the glasses flying.
Eyes unfocused, Alfred blinked and patted the front of England's chest, very glad to have landed on something soft. "Hey, is that you, England?" he asked loudly as he squinted to try to see better.
"You're blind, but I'm not deaf, you bloody wanker," he snapped, batting the hand away. A faint flush was creeping up his cheek, turning darker by the second.
"Oh, so it is you," America said, placing his hands on either side of the Briton to lift off some of the weight. "Can I have my glasses back?"
This question brought the Englishman back to his previous train of thought. "You! I thought I taught you better, America! How in the world did your eyesight get so bad? Leave me for a couple of years and suddenly you're almost blind!"
The younger nation wrinkled his nose. "It's not that bad," he protested, "Not as bad as Canada anyway."
"This isn't about Canada, you twit. I thought I taught you how to take care of yourself."
"I do take care of myself," America replied blankly.
"Obviously not enough," England scoffed, pushing at the mass on top of him. The younger nation did not seem to notice and Arthur was suddenly struck with the realization of how much America had grown since the last time they had seem each other. It wasn't so much his stature that had grown, but the way he held himself. His shoulders had broadened, slightly weathered, but stronger than they had ever been. And though he was only an inch taller than the older nation, he was able to make England, making him seem smaller and weaker than he really was.
His chest was well defined under all the layers he was wearing and even as the Briton realized this, a dark blush that never fully ebbed away burned darker than ever and never would he be so internally thankful America could not see.
"Can you, uh, can you get off of me?" England mumbled.
"Mm? What?" Alfred leaned in closer, brushing against the Briton's pale cheek. "Could you repeat that?"
"Great. Blind and Deaf. Why couldn't you just be mute?"
Again the words seem to completely miss the American as he stared down at the older nation unfocused, yet unwavering blue eyes. If the blush hadn't been dark enough, it was now a deep burgundy under the scrutiny of the azure tone.
England sighed and tapped at the muscled chest on top of him, trying to push any unwanted and uninvited thoughts out of his mind. "Get off of me!" he commanded with his haughtiest tone.
A sly smile crossed over America's lips. He knew that whenever England used that tone, the Briton was trying to hide his embarrassment though it hardly worked since his flushed skin usually gave the fact away.
"And if I don't want to?" the taller nation asked teasingly.
"If you don't-you-" England sputter out a few incomprehensible words before calming down enough to form a sentence. "You will do as you are told."
"Now, now, Arthur, you know as well as I do that you can't give me orders," America chided playfully. "I'm not one of your colonies anymore."
An emerald glare was directed his way, unseen and unnoticed. "Do you want your glasses or not?"
"Well…"
With a slight growl, England used whatever leverage he had and somehow managed to roll the two over so that he ended up straddling the younger nation.
"You could have just told me you wanted to be on top." The sly smile turned suggestive with the words and luckily for England, he could not turn any redder than burgundy.
"That was completely inappropriate!" he snapped.
America somehow managed to shrug. "So are a lot of things." The Briton moved to get up, but strong hands grabbed his hips, keeping him in place. "Hey, we're not quite done yet."
"Done with what?"
Bending his leg, America nudged at England's back with knee, throwing the Englishman forward. The America leaned up to meet him, but before their lips could touch, there was a snap and a long pause.
Shock seemed to vibrate through the room. England had had thrown his hands out to balance himself when he was knocked forward, but instead of meeting the floor, the palms of his hand met the metallic frame of what had been Alfred's glasses.
"Did you just…did you just break Texas?"
England opened his mouth to proclaim his innocence, but before any words could come out, another thought stuck him. "You named your glasses?"
"Of course I named my glasses!" America said crossly as if it was the stupidest question he had ever heard. He was squinting toward the area where he had heard the snap, hand roving over the beige carpet in hopes of meeting glass and metal. "Now answer my question. Did you break Texas?"
"Hey, this would have never happened if you hadn't pushed me."
"So you did break Texas!"
"No, that's not what I-"
"You broke Texas!" Finally, Alfred managed to locate his broken glasses, fingers curling around the bent frame and cracked lens.
"Well you broke my wall and my door so you should consider it tit for tat," the Englishman said, deciding to change tactics.
" 'Tit for tat'? Who even uses that phrase anymore?" America asked, bringing his spectacles to his face. He tried to access the damage, but his blurry vision did not quite help. "Besides, Texas is more important that your stupid door! It is part of my Manifest Destiny! You just broke God's will!"
"God? What God? I thought your country was based on religious freedom?!"
"Yes…well…" For a moment Alfred was lost for words, but he quickly found them again when he poked himself in the eyes with his glasses. "You broke Texas!!!"
"I-"
"I thought I heard you, America!"
Both English speaking countries suddenly stopped and turned toward the door, brows raised in surprised.
"Is that you, Spain?" America asked hesitantly, staring at the beige-ish blur.
"Yep!" he said cheerfully, completely blind to the awkward position the two countries were in. "So I just heard from Mexico that you won Texas, America! I was thinking about congratulating you when I realized that Mexico had left Texas at my house when he last came over. And then I heard you were heading to Arthur's house, so I swung by! And look I found you!"
"So…you're telling me that England didn't break Texas?"
"What are you talking about?" Antonio chuckled. "Mexico gave you Chihuahua!"
There was a small cough and the sound of fabric being rearranged. "Chihuahua?" England repeated quietly.
"Yep! It's that country that borders runs along the southwestern border of Texas. By the way, here's your property!" Spain flounced over to the two and slid the frames he had been holding over America's nose, the blond nation's sight instantly clearing. "There you go! Anyway, I've got to run. Lovino and I are in the middle of harvesting tomatoes and he's going to be quite cross if I don't return soon."
With a cheerful wave, the Spaniard exited as he entered: abruptly, leaving awkward silence in his wake.
"So…uh…"
Suddenly America started chuckling, the sound of playful mirth filling the room and coloring England once more.
"What are you laughing at, you wanker?" he snapped.
Alfred didn't answer, only responding by grabbing England by the back of his neck and pulling him down until their lips met in a quick kiss, the impish grin on the younger man's lips never fading.
"You're so cute when you're flustered." And before the Briton could say much more, America rolled them over so he could hover above the slighter form. "So how about we continue where we left off?"
"You-!"
Haha!! Abrupt ending!!!! Yeah, I couldn't resist adding a sudden Antonio appearence. So I thought the wording was a bit awkward, but I rushed through this so *shrug*. I am currently contemplating upon whether I write something M rated but....eh, review!