England sighed, he started unpacking. After everything was out of his suitcases, he shoves them under the bed. England took his hate off and threw it on the dresser, he stripped off his jacket and scarf, left in just his union jack tanktop.
"England!" Came a shout.
"What?!"
"Dinner!"
"One second!" England shouted back, putting a stray chunk of hair back in place, he grabbbed his hat and put it on, then took it back off, then put it on, finally deciding on keep it off. He ran out the door and down the stairs. He jogged into the kitchen.
"Do you have any tea?" he asked, immedietlly raiding America's cabinets.
"Yeah it's in . . . " America started. England turned to find America staring at him. "That cabinet." he finished, shaking his head slightly.
"Kettle?"
"Microwave."
"Kettle."
"Microwave."
England let out a growl in his throat.
"Here, I'll show you," America said and took the mug from England hand. He filled it with tap water then stuck it in the microwave. A Minute and a half later, he pulled out a steaming cup of hot water. England had a teabag out and ready, he stuck it in the water. England turned back to get the saucer from the cabinet, he turned back around and, for the thrid time in one day, found himself two inches from touching noses with America. He took a step back and ran into the counter, he watched as America took a step toward him, his hand slid across Englands hip, then rested against the counter. England gulped as America took another step forwards, planting one foot between Englands feet and leaned into England pressing him against the counter. England felt a flush rising to his cheeks.
"A-am-america?" England stuttered as he could feel the other countries breath on his neck.
"Hmm?" America mumbled gently kissing England's neck. England had to resist letting out a moan.
"Wh-whattya d-doing?" America gently bit Englands ear, England squirmed. America didn't reply, moving his kissing farther towards Englands mouth.
"Alfred! Englad exclaimed, shoving him away. America smirked at England before turning away to stir something in a pot.
"I made beef stew!" America exclaimed. "Like you used to make me!"
He was promptly hit on the head with a cook book.
"You ass!" England shouted. America laughed, rubbing his head.
"You did that on purpose!"
"Of course I did on it purpose, Iggy, It wasn't an accident," America said, smugly. "Anyway, your tea should be ready."
England, pissed, turned his back on America and stirred sugar into his tea. America got out a couple of bowls and spoon out stew for the both of them. England plopped down at the kitchen table. America walked behind England and slid a bowl in front of him, gently kissing England on the cheek, England turned away. America sat down and both started eating.
"Hey, England?"
"Oh, shut up."
"Hehehehehe."
A/N: Gods, that took ages to finally make myself type up . . . anywho! There's that chapter. I swear all the chapters won't be like that. At least I don't think they are . . . .