Chapter 7: New Game

You've done this before.

Every time we got close, you would never remember the next morning. You would never remember what we did, what you said to me, what I said to you, anything at all. It kills me sometimes, I get to close and it's ruined, back to square one. I get tired of it, I want to give up. But you always say "Don't leave me alone."

So I'll keep trying, I'll get you to remember one day. I won't leave you alone Arthur.

The next morning was like hell for England. He couldn't move in his bed, he couldn't open his eyes, the small crack of sun shinning in through the curtains, the simplest movement or sound sent his head pounding. He moaned, which only made his head hurt more, and felt like he was going to throw up, he was felt sick all over again.

Finally after a few minutes, his sensitivities calmed down a bit. He was able to open his eyes without being blinded. He felt something soft around him, something fluffy and warm, as he turned more in the bed. He opened his eyes more and saw brown covering him, a jacket. He saw it now, he was wearing America's coat, that bloody bomber jacket. He snuggled the jacket a bit, it was so soft.

"Good morning Iggy." America stood at the door, speaking in the lowest voice he could possibly have.

"Don't speak loud." England mumbled.

"I'm not."

"The light is talking…." England covered the blankets over his head. America signed and smiled, amused at this, and went over to the curtains. Instead of being an ass and opening them up to blind the Brit, he closed them more. England slowly peeked out from under the blankets. "Thank you."

America reached into his pockets. "Catch." He tossed a bottle of pills to the Brit and it landed in his lap. "Take two, take a shower, come down to the kitchen." America smiled and left. England sat there confused for a minute and looked at the bottle. Pain relief, it should help a bit right?

England did what America said, it took quite a while but he managed to do it, and it did help. His head still hurt a bit, he still felt sleepy, but he was better from when he woke up. He went down to the kitchen to see America standing there against the counter drinking a cup of what he guessed would be coffee. "Iggyyyy," he said. England moaned.

"What?"

"Good morning."

"Fuck morning."

"Ouch. That's not nice Iggy." America said. He grabbed England by his wrist and pulled him in more to the table, then sat him sown and gave him a glass of Orange juice. "Drink it. It will help a bit." England listened and slowly drank it.

"What happened last night?" England asked rubbing his temples.

"Well. You got drunk dude." America said. "On the bright side, you didn't get naked."

England didn't like that comment. "Then what did I do?"

"Nothing you would regret. You got drunk and rambled and then I took you home."

"And why did I have this?" England lifted up the American's jacket, folded neatly.

"Oh! Yeah. You got cold so I gave you my jacket." America said and took his jacket back, unfolded it, put it on, and made a little pose with it. England rolled his eyes a bit at him. "So. You're feeling better right?"

"It helped." England took another sip of his Orange juice.

"Good cause I'm gonna teach you a lil something today."

England raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Like what?"

"You'll see. It's a surprise."

"A surprise? I don't like the sound of that."

"Oh it will be fineee." America drank more of his coffee. "I'll let you rest for a bit to get over your lil hangover and then you meet me out in the back at noon. Kay?"

"Fine." England finished the juice and went back to his bed to sleep more, sleep is always good for a hangover.

He overslept a bit, he ended up waking up when it was almost 12:30. Most of the hangover was gone now but he felt a little bad about oversleeping. He quickly got out of bed, got dressed, threw a jacket on, and went outside to the backyard. America stood there looking at England's home garden. He never got to see it, England never let him in his backyard. But he liked the garden, it was colorful with a bunch of different follows, well kept, and huge. "Don't touch it." England said, he didn't like people touching his garden. America took his attention away from the garden and turned toward England.

"Oh good. You're here now." He smiled.

"Yeah sorry. I over slept a bit." England rubbed his eyes and woke himself up completely.

"It's fine." He turned to a bag he had laying on the ground and looked in it. "Just give full attention to me."

"Why?"

America took out a wooden baseball bat and tossed a baseball to England, who missed it. He picked up the ball from the ground and looked at it. "What is this?"

"It's a baseball dummy."

"And why do you have this? What's going on?" England asked. America took out another ball and tossed it up, then caught it.

"Well. You rambled a bit about baseball."

"What? Why the hell would I ramble about baseball? I know nothing about the bloody sport."

"Yup I know. That's why I'm gonna teach you."

"Teach me? About baseball?"

"Yup. How to catch and swing." America took out two mitts and passed one to England. "It's easy."

"Maybe for you. There's no way I'm doing this."

"You are. Come on, It's simple and I'll show you." America said. England signed.

"Alright fine. Only for a little while though."

"That's fine." America smiled. He finished unpacking the bag, two mitts, a bat, and three baseballs. "You wanna play a little catch? Or you wanna learn how to bat first?"

"Doesn't matter to me. It's your sport." England said. America picked up the bat and handed it to England.

"I'll teach ya how to bat."

"Alright." England said. America walked over to the Brit and handed him the bat. He went behind the Brit. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna fix your stance."

"You need a stance to hit a ball?"

"Yeah you do." America smiled. "So stand up straight." England listened and stood up straight. "Bend your knees a bit." England listened again.

"Like this?"

"Yup you're doing good. Now put your hands," America grabbed England's hands and placed them on the bat, one higher up and the other down more. "Right here."

"O-Okay." England blushed a bit with a touch from the American. America fixed England's stance more, getting to close for England's comfort sometimes. When he thought the Brit had a good stance, he ran back over to the bag and picked up a baseball.

"Okay now you gotta hit the ball when I throw it kay?"

"I know that part."

"I'm gonna throw it nice and easy for ya."

"Just throw it." England said. America smirked and gently threw the ball toward England. The Brit tried to swing and missed. America smirked.

"It's hard isn't it?" He smirked. England got an annoyed look. "Toss it back." America lifted his glove up and England tossed the ball back. He lifted the ball up, signaling he was going to throw it again, and England got back into his stance. America tossed it again and again, England missed. They repeated the third time, the forth time, the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh.

England let his rage out a bit, he threw the bat to the ground and yelled. "This game is stupid!"

"It's not stupid England." America signed. "You just gotta practice with it."

"No. It's stupid."

"You just gotta focus."

"I hate this."

"Oh come on Iggy. Keep trying." America dropped his glove and made his way over to England. "Come here."

"What?" England asked. America grabbed England and stood him up straight. He got closer to England, to the point where the Brit could hear him breathing by his ear, and put his hands on England's. "W-What are you doing?" England could tell his face was getting red.

"Your stance is off again." America said and grabbed onto the bat with England. "I'm gonna do a practice swing with you. Kay?"

"O-okay." England stuttered. America helped England take a swing with the bat, his hands still covering England's, the Brit's palms sweating a bit, being this close to America made him a bit nervous. America smiled a bit.

"You gotta swing like that kay?"

"O-Okay." England said. America let go of England and went back to the bag. England wiped his palms on his pants and put them back on the bat.

"You ready? Eighth times the charm." America joked and got ready to throw it.

"S-Shut up. Just throw it." England said. America smiled and threw the ball. England took a swing at it and, he hit it! It wasn't far, the ball ended up landing at America's feet. America dropped his glove and gave England a little clap. "I hit it!"

"Yup. Good job England. You're a pro." America laughed. England smiled a bit. "Hey Iggy. You should come see a real baseball game sometime."

"Ha. No thank you."

"Oh come on. You would get it a little more. Please?"

England signed. "Maybe one day."

"Sweet!" America laughed. "You wanna play catch Iggy?"

"I guess." England shrugged. America tossed one glove to England. "Throw it gently okay?"

"Of course." America got ready to pitch. As he started to throw it, he heard England's cat meow at them. He took his eyes off for one second to look at the cat and when he looked back, he realized he threw the ball very fast into someplace that made England fall to his knees and yelp. "Shit! England you okay?"

"Bastarddd" England said. "Ow! Bloody hell!" America stood there not really knowing what to do.

"Sad part is I did the same thing to Canada last week." America said scratching his head. "Oops."

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Thank you~

I do not own the characters used in this nor do I own the anime they come from.

So I've been a little stuck on this… sign. So sorry if this one isn't like great, I kinda just pulled it out. I did want to put the baseball thing in there though so at da~

And poor poor England ended up like Canada….ouch~