A/N: Hey! Sorry soooo much for taking so long to update! I'm a terrible person but my motivation to crank out this chapter were the few people who actually commented. I thank all three of you! Plus I just realized that I had England be wearing a jacket in the second chapter even though he had just gotten out of bed. how about we just say that he had been out late the night before and collapsed into bed without getting undressed.
England: Pardon me! I, a proper gentleman, would never do such a thing!
Sisi: Suuuuuure.*rolls eyes* 'cause you're always suuuuch a gentleman. and I suppose being a gentleman consists of swearing, failing at cooking, and repeatedly trying curse anybody who pisses you off. Oh and did I mention drinking 'till you pass ou-"
England: Alright! I'll admit I will occasionally sleep in my day clothes *England said his face a deep shade of red*. But that's besides the point! I happen to be here because I think it's my turn to do the disclaimer. After all I'm actually in this story unlike those twats you've been having do the disclaimer before me."
Sisi: *sighs* sure England go ahead.
England: Sisi does not own or have rights to Hetalia and/or any of it's characters.
England woke up to find that he couldn't move and he was having difficulty breathing. He looked down and found the reason was that there was a, very heavy, sleeping american laying on top of him. England tried to shift the sleeping american off of him but that just resulted in America mumbling something in his sleep and wrapping his arms tightly around England. He finally gave up and just lay there sighing contentedly while running his fingers through Americas soft blond hair causing America to sigh and the most endearing smile to creep across his sleeping face. England smiled at how cute America always was while sleeping and then began contemplating the mornings events. He wasn't furious with America any more but he was still a little irritated with the fact that it happened and he had reacted so hugely to it. He started thinking about what he could do to get back at America in a way that the brat would never forget. He was having difficulty thinking of a suitable punishment and was toying with a few ideas when America stirred on top of him mumbling unintelligibly. Then just as America opened his cool cerulean eyes England thought of the perfect thing to do and smiled mischievously but hid the smile before America saw it.
"Mornin'." America said stifling a yawn.
"More like afternoon. It's nearly three o'clock!" England stated looking at the clock mounted on a nearby wall.
"...Does that mean its too late to have breakfast?" America asks looking up at England trying to seem nonchalant but obviously hoping the answer is no.
"No we can still have breakfast. what do you want?" England said chuckling then added more quietly "Though I guess it's more of a late lunch than breakfast."
"Does that mean we can't have bacon and eggs?" America asked despairingly.
England let out a short laugh, "All you ever think about is your stomach."
"Not true! I think about you all the time!" America shot back grinning and then kissed Englands forehead causing him to turn bright red. "Though I wouldn't mind also having some pancakes to go with those bacon and eggs."
England rolled his eyes as he pushed America off of him and tried to get out of bed only to find that his legs had completely fallen asleep. And only just now was the circulation returning sending sharp pins and needles shooting down his legs and gathering for a party in his feet. He groaned flopping back on the bed and glaring at America who was looking curiously at England. "America you heavy lump you made my legs fall asleep you bloody git!"
America then grinned mischievously at him and suddenly pulled England towards him until he was sitting sideways in his lap. "Does this help?" he asked massaging Englands legs up and down from ankles to thighs causing England to gasp in surprise and turn an even brighter shade of red than before.
"W-what are you doing you git! Get of!" England said half heartedly struggling to get away.
"But why?" America asked tilting his head towards Englands. "I'm only trying to help." He said then softly kissed Englands lips. England gave in and kissed America back for a while with America still massaging his legs, but before things could get to intense England pulled away and quickly swung his legs around standing up before he could be pulled back.
"Alright enough of that. I need to eat to." He said still slightly out of breath from the kissing.
America smiled, "Okay, you're right. Lets get cooking!" he said excitedly bursting out of bed, stealing one more quick kiss before he sped out of the room, eager to finally eat.
England smirked at the younger mans childlike excitement then followed him out of the room to the kitchen where America had already started a pot of coffee and was retrieving the needed breakfast items from the fridge and surrounding cupboards. England then began helping him make breakfast but only under Americas careful supervision.
"I do wish you would quit hovering about me as if I were a child using a knife for the first time!" England exclaimed indignantly.
America sighed in exasperation, "Come on you know you can't coo-" he cut himself off when he saw the look on Englands face. "Alright you can cook the eggs without me, just make sure not to burn them. And no you can't make the bacon." He said to England, pulling the package of bacon protectively against his chest after seeing the hopeful question in the brits eyes.
England sighed but didn't argue, knowing it was a hopeless cause. He then began cracking eggs into a bowl, adding just a pinch of salt and pepper for each egg. After that he put the eggs in a skillet on the stove and turned the heat on. He began searching for a spatula while America was busy mixing the pancake batter with the bacon frying in a large skillet. Every couple of seconds America would stop mixing the batter to check on the bacon.
England finally found a spatula only to find that the eggs were now burning. He stole a quick glance at America to make sure he hadn't noticed anything yet, then he bent over the skillet and muttered a quick spell. Suddenly the eggs were perfectly cooked and ready to be served. England turned of the heat and slid the skillet off the burner, once again looking over at America to see that he had finished making the pancakes and bacon.
"Why don't you let me dish you up love?" England asked.
"Sure that'd be great! Thanks" America replied, giving England a quick peck on the cheek before dashing to the living room, Eager to watch some T.V.
England watched him go and then once again bent over the eggs muttering another spell, this one longer than the last. "Those who are blind to the wonders of this life shall find their sight and never again miss another glimpse."
He then smiled, satisfied and dished up himself and America, making sure to give America a much bigger serving. He then walked into the living room, finding America engrossed in the newest superman movie.
"Haven't you seen that movie eight times already?" England asked exasperated, handing America his plate.
"Come on England It's a classic! Oh thanks." America replied taking the offered plate.
England sighed and sat down next to the american. America then took a small tentative bite of the eggs, chewing slowly. His eyes then widened in surprise and he took another huge bite swallowing and opening his mouth to speak.
"Great eggs England!" He exclaimed before digging into his breakfast.
England looked down to hide his triumphant smirk then began eating at a much slower pace than America.
A/N: Yay! I finally finished this chapter! Sorry for taking so long again! I've been suffering from a chronic case of writer's block from which I am slowly recovering! But here it is the next chapter! I promise to try and not take so long for this next chapter, it should help that I already have an idea of what exactly will happen. By!