A/N: Hey, I decided it had been long enough since I updated this, soooo, Here you all go! Enjoy!
"America, just how do you afford this house?" England exclaimed, as they walked up to a mini mansion. America chuckled and pushed the door open.
"I do you have a job, you know," he said, hanging his leather jacket on a coat rack.
"As what? A stripper?"
"Maybe, I'll never tell," America said, waggling his eyebrows. "Come on, I'll show you the guest room."
England followed America up the stairs, dragging his suitcases behind him. America stopped and opened a door to a cream colored room. England walked in and looked around with a nod.
"Thank you, America," England said, flopping on the bed. America smirked leaning in the doorway.
"Does this meet your standards?" he asked, coming closer. England raised and eyebrow(s?).
"Mmmm, maybe. It needs more . . . Britishness." Now America raised an eyebrow. England rolled off the bed and knelt on the floor, digging around in one of his bags.
"Do you have any sticky tack?" England asked.
"Yeah, Why?"
"Just get me some please." America rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. England pulled out a string of union jacks and a flag. He drapped the Union Jacks across the end of the bed. There was a loud bang from another room, England rolled his eyes and draped the flag over the door to where it was facing out in the hallway.
America swore as he banged his head on the desk. He stood up, rubbing his head. America grabbed the sticky tack and walked back to the room England was staying in. He raised his eyebrow at the flag before pushing the door opening and walking in.
"Hey, Tea-freak, here's your sticky tack," America said, he froze, blinking as he looked down at England, he tore his gaze away as England turned.
"Tea-freak? what got into you?" He asked.
"Just hit my head, that's all."
"Oh no," England stood up, stepping close to America. He touched America's forehead where a small welt was already forming.
"Are you alright?" England asked, America's heart skipped a beat, England was maybe three inches away from him.
"America?" England asked quietly.
"Y-yeah! I'm fine, stings a bit, but t-that's i-it," America said, stuttering with the last few words as England leaned closer. At the last second England tipped America's head down and kissed America on the forehead. America turned as red as the red on Englands scarf, England snatched the sticky tack from America and turned away quickly. America started at him.
"I'll go make dinner," He said, he didn't even wait for England's reply before tearing out and running down the stairs and into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter rubbing his face in the attempt to turn it back to normal.
"Oh god," he muttered, and walked to the fridge, tripping over his own feet.