Writer: My description is a bit rusty, so I apologized xD.
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Answering your question corner:
mikan27lover: Is a beta nation can inappropriate/forbidden to fall in love with or they were forever alone? (I don't know if my sentences were a bit off, sorry xD)
Answer: No, they can have a romantic, diplomatic, or friendly relation towards each other. In my story, that is. (So yes, there are many beta/alpha nations pairing in here, so i'll hinted it in the future chapters.) (And wow, you have awesome ideas in there, but I won't spoil you about the reason why England hide his true scent, sorry. There's a history behind it, so you will find it in the future chapters.)
End of question corner
My dear fellow readers, you can asks more questions if you're confuse about my story. Just ask away~ I encourage you :D (But, I never answer about spoilers) (Dearie, I know you're there, so you're the only exception that I'll hint you around, that's how much I love spoiling you xD)
Disclaimer: Look in the prologue :3. And America's character song isn't mine.
Chapter 2: Rain
Sky-blue eyes were opened as he blinked to adjust his eyesight and to wake himself up. He saw in front of him was England, cuddling on his chest as he snored lightly. America frowned, smelling something sweet lingering in the air. He inhaled it and exhaled, and then he sniffed on the air again curiously until his sky-blue eyes landed on England. He sniffed England's hair if he was the one he was smelling earlier, and the sweet smell was indeed coming from England.
'Is it his perfume? Did Iggy wear one?' Thought America with a frowned. He can smell the sweet aroma of rose coming from England, and it was weak. Even though it was weak, America had sensitive nose. He knew that in the back of his mind, the scent was very familiar to him, but none of the words he know can explain it exactly. England groaned, and America knew that it was the sign of waking himself up. He still looked at England, waiting for him to look up; when England did, he blinked many times, and then England looked at his arms and saw that it was wrapped up on America's stomach. England blushed in crimson red.
"Hahahah! Good morning, Iggy!" Greeted America in the morning quite cheerfully. England unwrapped America's stomach immediately and sat up straight, and his face was still crimson red. He looked away, facing his body opposite of him and mumbled,
"Good morning."
America heard him and grinned, and then he sat up and wrapped his arms towards England's stomach. His chin landed on England's shoulder.
"Awwee~ did you have a good sleep? By the way, what perfume did you put? It smells nice~" Complimented America, and then he took another sniffed. Suddenly, England's body started to jitter, and then he forced himself to stand up. America's arms were unwrapped when England stood up.
"It-It's nothing. Let's eat breakfast, shall we?" said England, trying to calm himself down and quickly changing the subject. England knew that his beta smell was diminishing slowly, and he wished that America didn't notice. Fortunately for England, America didn't ask more because his stomach growled loudly, easily forgetting the subject.
"Hahahahah! I'm hungry! Let's eat our energy bar I brought! After all, my food that I just brought up will last in the week, and our journey towards my villa is a few kilometers away." America said, and then England looked at America and glared at him.
"Are you mad?! It's not healthy to eat your junks!" protested England. America looked at England with a pout.
"Come one, Iggy! Just tolerate it in a few days! I'm glad that you're not cooking because I'll die in a young age of 238 years old, and your British food tastes like sh*t." Teased America, and then he laughed obnoxiously.
"MY FOOD DIDN'T TASTE LIKE SH*T!" yelled England angrily. America stopped laughing and grinned at him.
"Yeah, yeah, just eat already! Don't be picky, you old man." Said America, and then his energy bar appeared out of nowhere on his hand, and he unwrapped the plastic and eat on top of it enthusiastically. England sighed, and he decided to go with it. If he ever get home, he will drink his beloved tea and scone with no one inside his home. No bloody frog annoying him, and no daft America; only with his fairy friends and flying mint bunny. With that, they eat their ration.
After they eat their ration and preparing to carry their stuff, which America only had his beloved bomber jacket, wearing it while England had none, they continued their journey to go to America's villa. While America was leading ahead, England was behind America's back. Suddenly, America began to hum a song until he sang it out loud.
"If you want to embark on a journey
of hamburgers, cola, and ice cream,
come and fly to my place!"
England grimaced, and then he stopped walking and stared at America's back, and he thought,
'What the bloody hell Am I hearing?'
America continued to sing, not noticing that England stop following him.
"I'm your Hero! From Florida, Shoot up!
I'm your hero! If you're weak,
I'll come save you!
Nahahahah!~
Miracle Hero!
YAY!
You hope to challenge me?!
I'll be the judge of that!
Hey, hey, we are the USA!
Hey, hey, #1, USA!"
England sighed in exasperation, and he started to follow America again to catch up, trying to ignore America's singing. Instead, he failed miserably.
'It sounds rubbish! His song is preposterous!' thought England, wanting to block his hearing because of America's singing, and he can't ignored it because of his loud voice. America was oblivious towards England's misery as he continued to sing obnoxiously.
"USA! USA! Number 1!
USA! USA! Number 1!
Yay, oh yay, I am the Hero!
Yay, Yay, durufuuu!~
I'm your HERO!"
Finally, his song was finished with a final pose as his fist raised up in the air enthusiastically.
"Thank God! It's finished!" said England in relief. America turned at England and stick his tongue out childishly while he continued to walk, letting his hand down.
"My singing voice is awesome than Prussia!" proclaimed America proudly. England shook his head while closing his eyes, and then he sighed. He stopped walking and also America. When England opened his lime-green eyes, he glared at America.
"Your voice sounds like a dying cat America." Argued England.
"Oh yeah, your voice sounds like a croaking frog!" America retorted back. England looked at him in horror.
"Why, I never! My people really love me singing! I still sing punk songs and playing electric guitar in other places on stage to have fun!" said England in pride. America looked at him, dumbstruck, and then he looked at England cheerfully.
"Dude! Why didn't you invite me?!" said America. England blushed in embarrassment, letting his secret out while he avoid his gaze.
"I-it's none of your business!" replied England, still blushing and avoiding America's gaze. Suddenly, England brisk walked ahead and left America behind.
"Let's continue to walk. Or else, our vacation days will be over soon." Reasoned England. He was finally calm when he took the lead.
"Wait up, Iggy!" yelled America, and then he ran fast until he passed him by.
"You'll get lost if you don't know where the route is! Follow me!" ordered America, not looking behind his back. England sighed in exasperation, and he had no choice but to follow him because the place was unfamiliar to him. As time passed by, a loud sound boomed above them, and then water dropped on the sky until it landed everywhere. The rain continued to pour until it poured harder as minutes flew by.
"Sh*t/F*ck!" said America and England in unison, and then they ran straight ahead quickly, finding shelter with their eyes scanning in their surroundings. Unfortunately, both of them were soaked wet and didn't find shelter yet. America continued to walk as he didn't notice that England was slowing down.
'I feel dizzy…damn…my vision is blurring.' thought England as he heaved heavily, and then he fainted and dropped on the muddy ground. When America heard someone dropping down with a splash, he looked behind him and saw England laying on the muddy ground.
"England!" shouted America in the rain worriedly, and then he ran towards to him. America lifted England up while he dropped unto his knees, not caring that his pants was getting dirty by the mud. America looked at him with a concern frowned stuck upon his face, and then he adjusted his angle to get England comfortably by his arms. He saw that England was flushed red, heaving heavily. When he touched on England's forehead, he concluded that he had a high fever because of his temperature rising up. America sighed in relief, and then he decided to piggyback him gently, so he did. He angled himself to get England and him comfortably.
"Geeezz, silly old man. You should have say quickly that you're not feeling well." Mumbled America. Since he can't see his surroundings because of the heavy rain, and his beloved Texas had water on it, his vision was a bit unclear. He stood up and turned, continuing to walk ahead. With lady luck by his side, he saw an abandoned, small, wooden cottage. America quickly ran towards it and barged in. He quickly looked around if the surroundings were decent enough to stay for a day or two, which it was. There were many dusty, wooden, cargo boxes littering in the corner of the small cottage. Fortunately, there's enough spaces for 2 people. There's also three, old, wooden barrel littering randomly, and one old sack beside the wooden cargo box in the corner. Beside the old sack was a small, old hay that compiled up like a small hill, and inside the room was covered by dusts. America ignored the dusts that compiled up in a couple of years when the small cottage was since abandoned. He decided to clean it up in the morning to repay for staying there, and i-it's not because he was scared that the ghosts might hunt him by disturbing their home. He strode quickly, going in the middle of the room since the space was much wider.
"England, are you still sleeping?" asked America. The only answer he get was a mumbled.
"Come on, England! Just stand up a few minutes or two, and you can fall asleep for all I care." Promised America. America only heard England's panting heavily.
"Kneel d-down a b-bit." Ordered England softly. America shivered because of England's hot breathe near his neck as he blushed. Fortunately, he wasn't facing him. He squatted down so that England could stand up. England stood up, wobbling a bit, but he balanced himself up. He was getting weaker as seconds flew by. America quickly wore off his bomber jacket and his jacket shirt. America quickly folded his jacket shirt and laid it on the dusty floor, and he looked behind England. He saw that England was shivering badly. Suddenly, England fell down, but America caught him in the nick of time.
"Woah! Iggy, don't scare me like that! I know the floor is dusty but tolerate it. In the morning, let's clean this dusty cottage up, okay?" said America. England's answer was his mumbled. As he knelt down, he quickly laid England's head down on his folded jacket shirt while he gently put England's body on the dusty floor. He knew that England was already fast asleep. America quickly put his bomber jacket on England's body to warm himself up a bit; even though he knew his clothes was wet, but he didn't have a choice because he was tired. He even can't strip England's clothes because that's freaking awkward. Fortunately, they were Nations, so the fever will be over in a few hours or tomorrow. America knew that England's economy was good, so he didn't have to worry about England's fever to last a long period of time. He stood up and went near the entrance and closed the door. He sat down near the beat up door on the left side, crossed his arms over his chest, and then closed his eyes, letting him fall asleep.
To Be Continue~
Review please~
Writer: Yey! It's finished~ Since the followers in this story is a satisfactory and the reviews too~ So, early update! I'm not going to update in next week because I'm doing Chasing The One You Love next. Wish me luck for not procrastinating too much -_-U. Maybe if you review more, my motivation to update this story will be sooner than you thought. (Maybe I'll update both of my stories)
Do you think that England's sudden fever has less description? Or I need to add more in it? xD.
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