A/N: I'm so sorry for taking so long with this fic. After the first chapter I just felt like I lost the spark. I have a little difficulty with the transition of emotions. I just kind of feel like I rush into emotions, or rush out of them. It just feels like I go too fast. Maybe it's just that I'm crazy. If you have any advice for that please PM or review. Anything is welcome. Thanks anyway for reading. I really liked it though, and I'll try my best to update sooner. Anyways changes in PoVs again starting with America. Enjoy! Also special shout out to AngeltheNeko for reviewing. I'm a big fan. Of course to you too twin. *cough cough* HikaKiti *cough cough* I love everyone else who favorited and reviewed, you guys are so great! It's really cool to get reviews! Oh and two last things. FoRkFaCe I love you for that! I thought I was alone in that. T^T Lastly England gets a really bad potty mouth in this one. Just thought you should now. I don't dislike Seychelles, sorry for the bashing. Love you Seychelles fans! I don't own anything. All the rights to their respective owners. (Sorry super long A/N)
The tall blond man stood there holding the slightly shorter man in a sweet embrace. For so long it was him protecting me. When I was little this man found me and took me in without ever expectin' anythin' in return. This British dumbo who can't cook to save his life is the guy I have fallen in love with. Now it's my turn to embrace him, it's my turn to protect him, I love him so much. America soon realized he was in Japan's store, what would Japan say of this. He was about to try and explain things to Japan when he raised his eyesight to see Japan holding a camera and recording the whole thing. What? He's recordin'? What does he think he's doin'? Does he want to mock u–no that's not like Japan. Then why is he filmin'?
"Um Japan, what're you doin'?" England looked up as well, just missing Japan hide the camera behind his back. His unreadable mask was in place, and he pretended like wasn't just filming the lovely couple.
"What are you tarking about America-san? Obviousry you are so happy right now you are having irrusions." Japan smiled with his eyes closed—something common of Italy who Japan was clearly spending too much time with.
"But I jus' saw you with the –" America pointed his finger accusingly confusing England.
"Seriousry America-san carm down, you are surery imagining things." Japan knew he had to change the subject—quick—so he went with the first thing that came into mind. "More importantry this means you guys are a coupre now, right?" England and America both stiffened, not noticing how Japan's eyes lit up in excitement and anticipation. Oh the fun Japan was going to have with his new…models. He had plenty pictures and videos of Germany and Italy, and ever since England had told him he liked America; he had been secretly plotting to get them together. He needed some new…inspiration. A couple?
"Umm… does it Igg–I mean England?"
"Alfred, it's okey if you call me Iggy, and… I guess it does... I mean only if you want t–" England was interrupted by a pair of lips crashing down on his. After another sweet kiss—that Japan also managed to secretly film—America breathlessly whispered.
"Yes… forever." Both men stood there for a couple minutes staring into each others eyes. They were in pure bliss right now—that is until Japan decided to burst their little, joyful bubble.
***England's PoV***
"When are you going to terr everyone?" The Britt who was in the happiest mood he'd been in centuries suddenly stiffened. Fuck, I forgot about that. That wanking frog is never going to leave me alone because of this. England let America embrace him as he thought of the most appropriate way to tell everyone. How can I go about this? Can I just say "hey everyone, guess what? America and I are now a couple! Surprise!" No, that's a little too direct. Maybe I can–
"Do we have to tell everyone?" What? He doesn't want to tell everyone? "Y'know that way no one will–" England slipped from the bigger man's embrace, so he could face him.
"Let's tell everyone," even though America knew he could object, the intensity and tone in England's voice gave no room for objections. America's mine. I've seen that bitch Seychelles eyeball fucking him; well she can go to hell, America's mine. His already intense green eyes looked as if they were green flames. With every passing second, and more thoughts of the country that had been trying to get with his America, his whole being demanded that the whole world know America was off limits. That bitch, thinking she could ever be with him. England snorted staring off into the distance, with a glare that could probably burn houses down. Fuck her, everyone will know America's mine. She can go and try to get into France's pants; honestly, she's probably too much of a slut, even for France.
"Ummm, Iggy?" England was ripped from his thoughts, and focused back into reality. America was staring at him with worry in his eyes, and a little bit of fear.
"Oh, sorry, I spaced out. What were you saying Alfred?"
"Nothin' really, you jus' looked really scary–not that I was scared or anything, but y'know Japan might get scared or something." His obnoxiously loud laughter filled the room attempting to make him seem completely nonchalant. England rolled his eyes and pulled his arm as they walked toward the exit. Japan followed to close the door once they had left.
"Well thank you, Japan. For everything." England smiled as he stood next to America grinning openly.
"Yeah, dude. I'm kinda glad I get to be with this good-for-nothing cook. Thanks man." England glared at America who pretended not to notice.
"No probrem. I rike being with you both—most of the times—and I am just grad I courd help"
Time to go home, and try to find out how to tell everyone else.
***Japan's PoV***
Japan stood at the door smiling and waving goodbye as his friends walked away. As soon as they were out of sight a devious smile played on his lips, and his mind was racing. He ran for his computer and sat on the chair where his unfinished lunch was neatly closed in a box. I am so grad those two got together. I have a perfect idea for a story now. When he opened his computer he was greeted with a picture of Germany and Italy hugging when Germany thought no one was looking—oh how wrong was he. Japan connected his camera to the computer and downloaded the images and video he managed to take when they weren't looking. Grinning he opened a word document and began typing
Arthur sat in the conference room staring at a tall, handsome blond. He was glad this blond was always so obnoxious and would never keep quiet. He used that as the perfect excuse to stare at him, that way if anyone asked or noticed he'd say "the git is just so obnoxious! How could I not stare at him! Just look at him making a fool out of himself!" That's what he'd say, but he knew he didn't mean it…
As the Japanese man typed away he completely forgot about the store, and didn't bother to open once again, until the next morning.
***America's PoV***
Sky blue eyes stared at the shorter man beside him. Wow, England's so hot. Just look at him. How no one dated him up until now's weird. He's so freaking hot. America tried to walk without staring at England, but it was nearly impossible. England was going on and on about almost everything, but all America could think of right now was how sexy England looked. Man, now if only he would shut up once in a while, and stop being so freaking stubborn and proud. Meh, I guess fighting with him is fun; especially since his eyes always have this passion whenever he gets angry. Those green eyes, so CLANK
America had been so entranced by his blond companion that he failed to notice a pole that was right in front of him, falling on his bum. Dangit! How unhero like of me. America frowned as England tried to stifle his laughter. Offering him a hand, England smiled as the other country reached to grab it. Unfortunately England forgot that America was super strong, so when he went to pull him up, he ended up being pulled down instead. It was America's turn to laugh as England pouted on America's lap.
"Shut up you git," England said looking away with his arms crossed over his chest. America laughed obnoxiously while they both got up. After around 5 minutes of laughter America tried to run a hand through his hair, but winced as a huge red bump had appeared on his forehead. "Serves you right," England smirked while he gestured America to keep walking.
"Oww, dude it's not funny." England's smirk widened as they walked so close their hands brushed with every step. Reaching for America's hand they locked fingers.
"Don't be such a baby, my house is right around the corner; I'll give you some ice." Walking the rest of the way in comfortable silence America blushed a little as they both smiled hand in hand, and then frowned. This is so not hero-like of me. It feels like England is more hero-like than me right now.
A/N: So I said the letter would come into play in this chapter, but I couldn't resist writing Fanboy!Japan. Sorry, I just love him! I don't know when the letter will come into play. It'll probably be in a chapter or two, but since I now want to make this a little longer than I originally planed it'll have to wait for a little. Again sorry for the Seychelles bashing. I just felt like I needed someone to make England want to show America off, and she just popped into my head. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!