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For the England it was going to be another normal meeting. He would argue with France and yell at America. He would probably have a headache after all the shouting and very possibly punching. At least that's what he thought before he ran into Japan.
"Sorry! Here let me help you" the Brit said bending to pick up the paper Japan had dropped. He froze when he saw the words 'UsUk closet' scrawled across the top.
"Er it's fine rearry!" Japan said hurriedly trying to grab the paper from England-San.
What is this?" England asked keeping it just out of Japan's reach.
"um…oh look over there!" Japan said pointing to where France was coming down the hall whistling and looking like he had no care in the world. Now if England had taken the time to read the paper he would have known to run like hell when he say France but he hadn't so he didn't.
"Wha..?" he said as Japan ran away with the paper.
"Bonjour mon ami!" France said coming up to England.
"Do you know what's going on with Japan?" England asked the scheming nation. If he had read the paper he would have known he should be running since this hall did have a closet in it.
"Maybe" France said with a smirk.
"Care to explain?" England asked his frustration growing.
"Oui but first!" the Frenchmen grabbed England and pushed him into the closet that may or may not have been that close before.
"Merci narrator lady~" he said happily walking off to find the other half of the pairing.
America planned on finally telling England his feeling. But that was nothing new. He planned to do so at every meeting. Last time he had come so close but right when he began to say it France had shown up and ruined the moment.
"This time it will work!" the personification said with determination.
Like he doesn't say that every time.
"Shut up Narrator!" he snapped.
STOP BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL!
"Oh America~" a French voice called from down the hall.
"Huh? oh Hi France" America said ignoring the narrator.
"You should come see something~" the mischievous French personification said.
"Um what?" America might actually kinda listen to the Narrator and chose to not fall for the obvious trap!
IT'S A TRAP!
"Over here~" France said leading America down the hall.
"What is it and why is the Narrator freaking out?" America asked following warily. He did not need to deal with another one of the Bad Touch Trio's pranks.
IT'S NOT THEM -is silenced by the pan of doom-
"Um narrator?" America asked.
"Silly Narrator she shouldn't do that!" France said as they approached the ominous closet.
"Um dude why is the closet door shaking?" America asked as he noticed that it was in fact shaking. Almost like some one was trying to push it open...
"NARRATOR SHUT IT!" A wild Hungary yelled brandishing the pan.
yes mam...
"Um dud!" America was starting to freak out now. What was with France and Hungary and was Narrator ok? No I'm not but that's not the point.
"Just having some fun mon ami! Trust me later you'll thank us" France said suddenly opening the door. England was about to try to knock it down again and didn't have time to stop when France shoved America in the small and now cramped closet before running away leaving the two locked in.
"Ow!" America said as England literally ran into him knocking both of them to the floor.
"Sorry America" England mumbled.
"um dude..." America froze when he saw they had landed. England had landed on America in a way so he was mostly on America's lap except for a leg the was behind America's back. And his face was only a few inches from America's.
"Sorry!" England sputtered leaning in a attempt to back away from America. However as this wasn't awkward enough he only managed to fall back and lean against the far wall which was now not very far.
Narrator ships UsUk~ ^-^
"Narrator!" they both groaned trying to stand up. This time they successfully did, except that was worse...
"I could have sworn this was a larger closet five minutes ago..." England said again only an inch or two from America.
It was~ ^_^
"Thanks a lot Narrator..." America groaned.
Hey I warned both of you! But Neither of you listened!
"Great...do you have any clue when they intend on letting us out?" England asked mentally face-palming since at the moment if he did so he would bump into America.
um...probably after the meeting
"Lovely" the Brit said leaning against the far wall.
Yup amazing~
This time England chose to ignore me. (aww meany)
"So...this is awkward" America decided to break the ice. Awkwardly of course!
"You could say that" England said flatly. He really didn't want to think about what he really wanted to do. If he leaned just an inch or two forward their lips would connect. To say he was tempted would be an understatement.
"Yea..." America chose to ignore what he was thinking. Totally ignoring how if he leaned forward he would be pinning England to the wall...and how much he really wanted to.
"So what were you doing at the meeting hall so early?" England breaking the silence again.
"Um...Nothing much just..." America drifted off as he noticed a light switch beside the Brit. "Stay still..."
"What?" England didn't get the chance to object because America leaned forward and flipped the switch. The tiny closet filled with light showing just how close the two were. And the fact they didn't have to be. Off to England's left there was enough room for him to sit. To America's left there was the same amount of room. They both flushed red at this discovery and quickly sat facing each other on either side of the closet.
"You were saying..." England said trying not to think about how a moment ago America had pressed against him. If only for a brief moment it had left England wanting more.
"Actually I was looking for you..." America said not looking England in the eye. Now was a good time as any. Right? Probably not maybe he should just wait until it was a perfect time...
JUST TELL HIM YOU ASSHAT!
"hesh Narrator..." England said shaking his head at the Narrator's use of one of his insults. America reddened more and wouldn't look at England at all now.
"What did she mean?" he asked America.
JUST TELL HIM! YOU ARE NEVER GETTING ANOTHER CHANCE LIKE THIS!
"Fine I'll tell him!" America snapped.
"Excuse me but tell me what?!" England growing frustrated.
"THAT I LOVE YOU! AND IT'S KILLING ME BEING THIS CLOSE TO YOU!" America yelled loud enough that if anyone, say a janitor, had been a along by they would have heard him and freak the fuck out and maybe ,hopefully, gotten help. But of course there was no one so America was trapped having just confessed.
"Since when?" England asked quietly
"Since I first left" America wouldn't meet his eyes.
"Then why did you leave?" That's what really tore England apart. He couldn't understand why.
"Other than excuses like taxation without representation I wanted to be independent. I wanted to be your equal. So that maybe one day I could confess to you. To tell you the truth and not worry about it being a ridiculous idea...though I suppose it still is."
"No it isn't" England said leaning forward towards the former colony.
"What?" America said taking a deep breath surprised that he hadn't been flat out rejected.
"It's not logical it's absolutely crazy...And that's why they call it love." He said throwing his arms around America kissing him.
Fina-fucking-ly!
"Shut it Narrator" they said at the same time.
But you're just so cute together~
"Narrator please shut up" America said pulling England close.
Fine then! Don't expect me to help you at all next time!
Of course they ignored me and enjoyed their kiss. England moved into America's lap and kissed his neck.
"Arthur!" America said blushing. He was still processing being liked (cough loved cough) back.
"Hmm going by my human name? A bit familiar aren't we?" Arthur Kirkland (aka England) said nipping America's neck."that's fine but only if I can call you Alfred"
"That's fine" Alfred F. Jones (aka America or USA) said letting Arthur leave a mark on his neck. He wanted there to be proof that this wasn't a dream. That this was really happening. That he wasn't alone anymore.
"Alfred..." Arthur muttered as he pressed himself against Alfred. He wanted to remember every wondrous moment. Every kiss. Every touch. Every glance across a room filled with people who didn't mater nearly as much as Alfred. His Alfred.
"I'm so sorry was too afraid to tell you..." Alfred said letting the Brit explore the inner reaches of his mouth in return for the same. He wanted to memorize how he tasted. Faintly of tea...
"It's OK love. You're here now" Arthur said moving away just long enough to take a breath. But before they could do anything else a voice was heard outside.
"Arthur!? I'm going to bloody kill you when I find you!"
"Who was that..?" Alfred asked.
"I think that's Alice...(fem!England Arthur's younger sister)" Arthur said blinking.
"What's she doing here?" America asked leaning back against the wall.
"I would guess I left something at home and she came to give it to me since we are in London." Arthur told him. It was true the meeting was in London this time.
"Great...well maybe she could let us out?" Alfred asked hopefully.
"Do you really want to leave?" Arthur asked raising an enormous eyebrow.
"...not really..." Alfred said blushing almost as much as Arthur normally does. Which is hilarious.
"Shut up Admin" perfect harmony~
"I said shut-" Alfred was cut off as the wall behind him suddenly wasn't as close. This lead to him falling back and as England was on his lap he fell with him.
"ow..." Alfred said since his head had hit the floor. But when he opened his eyes he almost laughed. Arthur was blushing like crazy but he had reason to. His legs were wrapped around Alfred's hips and was looking down at said country.
"well then" Alfred said holding back laughter. He pulled Arthur down into a kiss.
"well bloody hell" Arthur muttered as he kissed him back passionately.
And this is where narrator leaves this as well...they need some 'alone' time.
well i was told to post the least innocent. However I have no idea which one that will be since I've only written this one. So UsUk! Reveiw and follow please!
Merp a Derp
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-Red