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"I'm back, Iggy." He grabbed England and embraced him closely.
England held America tightly, afraid that this was all a dream and he would wake up to find that Alfred was still in Russia.
But of course, it wasn't a dream, for which he was very thankful.
"I missed you so bloody much! I was worried I'd never get you back." England practically cried into America's shoulder, who winced a bit, still sore from the magic.
"I would always come back for you, Arthur." America whispered, using England's human name that he so rarely used. This made England pull back a bit and gaze into those familiar eyes. In that moment, there was only America and him, France and Canada long forgotten as the lean in.
England touched his lips to Americas warm, soft ones, gently. A million things flooded through his mind as they both kissed, long and passionate. England never thought he'd actually be able to kiss the American. Not ever, and he always fantasized about it, and here he was, kissing the one he always wanted to.
When they pulled away, both a little breathless, America giggled and said, "I always wanted to do that, except I always imagined it in a more romantic setting and not in a dull bedroom where I just got my memories back." England laughed and gave one more quick kiss t America before stand straight up.
"I always knew that you to were in amour~!" France skipped over, with Matthew following behind. He was a little sad that Alfred would no longer be affectionate like his younger self was, but he was glad that his brother was back to normal.
"Mind your own business, you wanker!" England fumed. France had to go a ruin the moment he and America were sharing, and now he literally wanted to strangle the bastard.
Matthew walked to the opposite side of the bed and crawled on it, towards Alfred. He hugged his brother, who in return hugged back, but a little shocked that his brother was giving him a hug.
"I'm glad your back, brother." Was all he said. Alfred smiled and said back, "It's good to be back, bro. I missed you."
After the reunion, America was faced with multiple problems. For one, his boss was 'freaked-the-fuck-out' that he hadn't showed up to see him when Arthur set up the date. Oops. But it's not like it was his fault.
Then there was dealing with Russia. He very clearly remembered everything that happened, and right about now, he wanted to nuke his commie ass. But of course, he can't, so he'll settle with any other type of punishment that will most likely be decided at the next meeting, which so happens to be the day after tomorrow.
Then he had to catch up all the work he missed from the accident till now, which was going to be hell to do.
Lastly, there was the new connection between him and England. He wasn't exactly sure what they were right now. Frenvers? Is that even a word? He was happy though, that he had shared a kiss with England. Just the thought of it made his heart thump very loudly in his chest.
"Have you called yet, America?" England said, interrupting Alfred's train of thought. He looked up at the blonde haired man and smiled slyly.
"Nope. Cause I know he's most likely going to bitch at me and tell me I have loads of work."
"Well that 'load of work' isn't going to get any smaller if you sit around and do nothing, you know." He scolded slightly. He sat beside the nation on the over stuffed couch in the living room. The TV wasn't on, surprisingly, or any music playing. Just America sitting here, with his own mind to keep him busy.
"Ugh, don't remind me. Can't I do it later, Iggy? I want a breeeeaaaaak! There's too much work!" He complained latching on to England's arm and shaking it slightly. For emphasis, of course.
"Yes, you need to call him now. He's worried to death and has the military ready to search the whole bloody Earth for you." He said, shaking America's hands off his arm. He had forgotten how strong his grip was and was fairly certain he was going to have a bruise on his arm from the American.
"Fiiiiine! But you gotta help me with all this work!" America smirked, giving the Brit a thumbs up before flipping open his phone and calling his boss.
"W-what? Now why would I help you with your work? I have my own work to do if you haven't noticed." England flustered. Alfred looked at him from the corner of his eye and smiled.
"Oh come on Iggy! Only a little help! Just enough so I can get caught up a little." He gave the puppy dog face, that England could not resist. He sighed and nodded slowly.
"Fine, but I am not doing all the work for you!"
"Aw, thanks Artie~!" America exclaimed, hugging England, who's face began heated quickly.
"Hello? Is this Alfred?" A voice came from the phone, sounded slightly irritated. America had forgotten he called Obama. Blast his short term memory loss.
"Oh! Hey boss! It's the one an only Alfred F. Jones! The awesome hero has returned!" He laughed his 'heroic' laugh, or so he called it.
"Wha- are you back to normal? And where in the world were you? You were suppose to come to the appointment that Arthur set up and you didn't show! I was very worried." His boss exclaimed.
"Sorry, man. You see, I was sorta kidnapped by Russia, but it's all okay. We got everything handle. As for being normal, I am 100 percent back. Came back yesterday." (A/N: I decided to skip ahead in time again :P The others have left by now) Alfred informed his boss.
"Ah, well it's good to have you back, Alfred. and just so you know, you have a lot of work to do, so I suggest getting your butt up here and getting it, so you can get started. I shall be expected you soon, yes?"
"Uuuuuugh! I knew you were going to say that! Can't the work wait? I need a breaaaak!" Alfred complained, hoping that his boss would have a soft spot for him, and let him off the hook.
"As much as I would love to give you a break, , this work needs to be done asap. Besides, you were practically on break for a while now!"
"That was totally not a break, and you know it! I was kidnapped and forced to wear-" He suddenly cut off, not wanting his boss to hear what he had to wear.
"Had to wear what, Alfred?"
"Oh, uuh, nothing, boss. Anyways, I guess I'll swing by tomorrow or something. America out!" America quickly hung up the phone before Obama nagged him into telling him what he was about to say before he cut off. Which he would definitely not do.
"So? What did he say?" England inquired, raising a bushy eye brow at him. America sighed dramtically.
"He said I still have to do the work! Can you believe it! After all I went through..." He grumbled. England snicked, but tried to hide it as America gave him a look.
"Well, I'm sure it's his way of a welcome back present."
"Welcome back present my ass. He just wants me to do all his work."
"Now, America, you know that's not the case. Besides, I'm sure he's working on other stuff. Like helping his wife try and make your country less fat." Alfred glared slightly at him, but smiled.
"Hey! That's a low blow Artie. At least I can cook." He giggled as Arthur sputtered.
"I'll have you know that my cooking is perfectly fine!"
"Yeah, fine when all your taste buds died after the first bite." England smacked him upside the head before turning away and crossing his arms.
"Aww, Artie, don't be like that! You know I was joking! Your cooking isn't that bad!" America reasured, leaning onto Arthur who was trying to push him away with no such luck. It ended up were England was on his back with America over top of him, staring him in the eyes with a wide smile on his face. Englands face turned red as he realized the position they were in.
"Get off you git!" He yelled, a little uncomfortable.
"Nope~! Not until you forgive me!"
"Fine! I forgive you! Now, will you please get off me? Your crushing me!"
"Aww that's not nice, Iggy. And don't forgive me like that!" He winked, grin widening ever so slightly. England stared for a moment before it clicked together. His face became much hotter than it was before.
"A-America! That's not fair!" He almost whined, nervous.
"How is it not fair? Seems so to me." He leaned a little closer, to the point of them sharing air. England inched forward ever so slightly, before he worked up the courage to press his lips to Alfreds, carefully.
England relished in the feeling of America's lips against his. He loved the feeling of butterflies in his stomach as he moved his mouth slowly and sensually against the Americans. He put his hands on America's head and ran his slender fingers through the wheat blonde hair.
England's eyes shot open when he felt America's tongue brush against his lip, asking for permission. He closed his eyes again, and opened his mouth, basking in the strange feeling off the others hot, wet tongue exploring his mouth. The had momentarily battled for dominance, but Arthur gave in and let Alfred do as he pleased.
Far too soon for England's liking, America pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting them. Both of them panted, but continued gazing into each others eyes. They sat in silence for the longest time, but America finally climbed off of England, who sat up.
"I-uh.." Was all Arthur said. Alfred smiled and jumped up.
"So are ya hungry? I'm in the mood from something to eat." He quickly said, feeling a little awkward after the kiss they shared. England nodded faintly.
"As long as it's not those blasted hamburgers you call food."
"Why does everyone dog on them? They're totally the bomb!" He retorted. They honestly weren't bad! He'd eat them everyday for the rest of his life and never get tired of them. Ever. And so far, it was that way.
"Obviously, you haven't stopped and realized that that thing is practically solid grease and fat. It's disgusting and I'm sure a dog wouldn't even eat it." England stuck out his tongue at the thought of the burger.
"Nuh uh! That's so not true! You just can't comprehend the awesome taste of the best thing ever made." He stuck his tongue out back, and England rolled his eyes in response. Best thing ever made his arse.
"Whatever you say, America, whatever you say." Alfred just laughed as they walked into the kitchen.
"So what'cha feel like eatin', Artie?" He asked, looking through the fridge for something to make. He turned to look at Arthur he was watching him wearily.
"Anything but those blasted hamburgers." He replied, slowly.
"Of course, all mighty one." Alfred said, voice full of sarcasm. Arthur rolled his eyes and watched as Alfred began pulling out food.
"What are you making?"
"Food."
"Smart ass."
"I know. I got it from you."
"Ha-ha, very funny.
"Well, you WERE the one who raised me. And I'm making steak and potatoes." He turned away from the stove to grin at Arthur.
"Wow, you can cook?"
"Of course I can. And it actually tastes good to, unlike someones I know."
"My cooking isn't that bad!" Arthur yelled, flustered. Honestly, these people had no taste in good food.
Alfred just whistled at the comment, ignoring him, as he began cooking. It was nice for everything to be back to normal, and he not having to depend on Arthur. Now he only had to worry about work and...Whatever was going on between he and Arthur...
"Hey, England?"
"Yes?" Arthur replied, looking up from the newspaper he found on the table.
"Um..Er, what are we?"
"What do you mean by that? You have to be more clear." Arthur furrowed his eyebrows.
"I mean...What kind of relationship are we in now?" He paused from his cooking and turned around fully to face Arthur, who was staring at him, thinking intently.
"Well...What do you want our relationship to be?" He asked, avoiding the question, not sure how to answer it. America had a far away look in his eyes as he thought, but when he caught the gaze of England, he smiled, a glint in his eyes.
He walked forward to the English-men, and leaned down, brushing his nose against Arthur's.
"I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours." He whispered softly. Arthur smiled and pressed their lips together, everything else forgotten. He had a feeling that life was about to get a lot better.
The End!...For now ;D
A/N: So I wanted to say, thank you so much everyone who stuck with me through the story! You make me so happy! I loves you! 3
Anyways, in case you can't tell, this is NOT the end! There will be a sequel (That everyone told me I should do ^^) and I will be starting on it asap. The first chapter will probably be posted sometime at the end of the week. Unfortunately, I probably won't update everyday like this story, but instead every other day. I'm going to try for longer, more detailed chapters.
Well, review please! :D