The weirdest thing that ever happened during war was when we were duped by a bunch of men in drag.
No way! Really? Ve~ that had to be super strange, Germany.
It was, and the weirdest part... I swear I saw America and England. At the time, I just couldn't place it, but the other day on our way to the world meeting, I saw the two of them talking to each other quietly and England had done the same thing, the same movement with his hand on his stomach while talking to America. I don't think I'm ever going to get that day out of my head now.
No kidding! Italy looked down the table to where America and England sat, they didn't sit next to each other, but they weren't that far away either. The United Kingdom was currently bickering with his frenemy, France, and America was chatting away to himself... err... Canada. The more he thought about it, the more that theory seemed to fit. America and the United Kingdom, he would have never have guessed, but yeah, he could see it. They fought over trivial and inane things, but there always seemed to be some underlying connection betwixt the two. A mutual understanding if it were, they just synced so well sometimes, like him and Germany when they were just in each others company doing their own thing. He turned back to Germany. Hey Germany, do you think we could ever have a child together? Germany spluttered and turned scarlet. Italy just smiled. Germany was so funny sometimes.
Hey, England. America smiled as he fell into step next to the shorter man, hands in his jacket pockets.
America, England replied in acknowledgement. They walked in companionable silence to the car that would take them to their respective hotels. The car ride was a silent one, they pulled up to America's hotel first.
Hey, come with me. I need to give you some files for the next meeting, my boss gave it to me to deliver to you personally. England just raised a brow, but followed anyway. They went up the elevator to America's suite. America shed his old war bomber jacket and hung it in the entryway closet. Maybe it's just me, but have our bosses been talking a lot more lately?
They have, England nodded.
Curious, have they told you why? Mine wouldn't tell me. He just gave me these, America pulled out a manila folder.
Actually, I have one just like it, England opened his briefcase. Mine gave me the same instructions.
Wow, what creepy old men! America laughed. They traded envelopes and read them. Eh?
America, did you have any part of this? England frowned and looked up.
No way, man! Did you?
No. They just stared at each other in silence.
Those sneaky bastards. America laughed. How the hell did they get this! Damn! I totally remember that day! America placed his folder and it's contents on his desk. England did the same and stared at the two photos. How in the world did they get this? There in the grainy black and white pictures he could see America and himself standing against the railing, him dressed up in drag and holding America's hand. He remembered that day as well. It was one of the most depressing days of his life. Oh, hey!
Hn?
I never told you this, but you were kind of hot in that drag, America spoke softly, blushing a little. England whipped his head up, scarlet at America's teasing.
Wanker, don't tease me like that! That's entirely inappropriate!
But it was totally true! When you said that you were with our child I was just flabbergasted, I actually thought you were serious for a moment, but then I remembered, we've never had sex.
Don't be crass! Besides, I'm a man, you twat! I can't have your children - no one can. Even though they'd be just as beautiful as you.
Doesn't make it any less hot. America smirked.
You are absolutely incorrigible! All he could do was face-palm.
Whatever, Arthur, America chuckled softly and made his way to the kitchenette. Hey, want any tea? I actually bought some the other day, it reminded me of you. I'm never going to drink it though.
...Tea would be lovely, thank you. England sat on the couch, it was surprisingly comfortable for being in a hotel.
Yeah, no prob's man. America began to boil some water. Whatever happened to all of those dresses?
I'm not entirely sure. I suppose we just threw them out, England watched America's back. The lad had filled out nicely, broad shoulders, slim waist, and narrow hips. He seemed rather fit for a nation infamous for it's lazy ways and heart attack inducing greasy food, that arse was simply amazing...
That's a shame, what a waste of materials. America bent back down to reach into the bottom shelves to pull out a tea mug. Sugar? Milk?
A tad of both, if you please, very fit indeed.
Like what you see? England looked up, startled to find America smirking over his shoulder at him. He wiggled his ass and laughed.
Don't be a twit. England fumed, scarlet, embarrassed he'd been caught staring.
Ok, Artie, America came over, tea cup in hand. He held it out for England.
Thank you, Al, England took a sip. It was actually fairly decent. Not as sweet as he would have thought America would have made it. America winked and went back into the kitchen. England spluttered and had to set the mug down.
My pleasure, England. America came back out drinking coke out of a can, through a straw. God, I swear they must still put actual coke in this! Alfred purred in bliss as he sat down and wigged out on soda pop. So how has work been?
Fine.
No problems?
No.
No France causing issues?
No.
Wow, it must have been quiet! No magic gone awry? Al snickered at this.
No. England felt his brow tick in annoyance.
So, what'd you do in your spare time then?
Read, mostly. Alfred set the now empty coke bottle down and turned into his chair upside down, his back was on the seat cushion and his legs propped up on the back rest.
BORRRRRING! Mattie and I played a little baseball, we even got Cuba to play a few games! Pretty sweet. Mexico and I had a soccer match, eh, football match, whatever you call it, then I had to make a run to Hawaii, their tourism trade was slowing down a bit, but then Florida wanted some attention, about the Everglades, and then I had to go to Texas to discuss the gas industry. It'd been a pretty hectic month. I know! I'll just hide in your suitcase and you can take me with you! That'll be fun, and then it'll be quiet too! America was chatting away in la-la-land, not really paying attention to anything, kicking his legs on the back of his chair.
You'd hardly fit. England took a sip.
Did you just imply that I was fat? America frowned.
Oh, no. You're hardly fat, love. You're big in all the right places.
Just for you, Artie. America winked and flipped off the chair in an impressive physical display. Do you want me to escort you back to your hotel?
No, that's fine. I can do it myself. England gave a mental sigh. Perhaps it was just too much to hope that one day when America invites him over, he'll actually want him to stay over.
It is pretty late, that meeting lasted a long time... Why don't you stay here tonight? There're crazy drunks at this time of night. All the bars are closing. I'll crash on the couch. America bit his lip and frowned as he thought of crazy people out driving.
Oh, ok, thanks.
I'll suppose you'll need a change of clothes to sleep in, I don't think any of my bottoms would fit, but you can have a shirt.
That'll be perfect, England watched America dig through the closet to toss him an emerald green shirt from the closet. Thanks.
No prob's, let me go change into my PJ's. England quickly stripped and put the shirt on before America reemerged with some PJ pants on. Yup, definitely fit - just look at those amazing abs. Hey, it's almost the color of that dress you wore on the ship! How funny! I didn't even notice, green is definitely one of your colors.
This must have been the dress that got me knocked up then. I better get under the covers quick. England rolled his eyes with a smile. Alfred was just such a dork.
Oh, that wouldn't stop anything. America slowly stalked his way over, smirk set on his face. England's smile faded. He swallowed and quickly slipped under the covers.
Are you sure? England's eyes widened as America just got closer and closer and closer.
Absolutely, America whispered. He leaned down over England who pressed himself further into the bed. You're just way too damn hot. And those legs, I bet every sailor was eyeing you that day. You almost made me a jealous man.
Almost? England whispered softly.
Mhm, almost. But you were mine, and they knew it. America gently kissed Arthur, who snaked his hands around America's neck and threaded his fingers through his hair.
Alfred, England murmured. We shouldn't be doing this. It is entirely inappropriate.
Hmph, and? Arthur really didn't have anything to say to that as Alfred was lavishing attention down his throat.
Mon Chers! Open up! I've come to bring Arthur to his room! The taxi said he did not take you! A banging on the door interrupted the two. Alfred sighed dramatically and got up to answer the door.
Alfred! A pleasure as always, I uh, I see you were busy... Never mind. Sorry to have bothered. Francis went wide eye as he looked from Alfred to Arthur, taking in their appearances and attempting to smother a smile. You two have fun, non? Alfred closed the door on him and locked it. He turned back around and stared at Arthur on the bed.
What?
You were so damn hot. Alfred ran back and jumped him. I'm going to have to find a dress like that for our wedding. Arthur just burned in embarrassment.
Wanker.
I told you it was true, eh?
So you did, Mon Cher. So you did, Francis smirked at the Canadian by his side as they sat in the taxi on their way to their prospective hotels. Did you collect the evidence? Canada pressed his lips together firmly, as if displeased, but nodded. C'est très magnifique.