Upon hearing what he would do with America today, England sighed. He felt as though it was too soon for him to do anything. He knew he felt something for Alfred. But was it friendship..? Or was it something else entirely? He didn't know. It confused him. It gave him a headache.
"HEY!" America burst-ed through England's front door. This too, gave England a headache.
England put his hand to the bridge of his nose and scowled to no one. "What?!" He said, looking at America. Suddenly he had an urge to let everything spill. He just bit his lip and swallowed hoping it wasn't noticeable. Of course it was.
"Whats wrong?" America asked.
"Nothing..." Britain lied.
"Okay!" America knew something was wrong. But he didn't want to push his luck. After all the thing they got to do was swim. And he was more than ready to swim! "So are you ready?" He asked Britain looking him over for a minute before shrugging in his mind, because he couldn't see all of Britain.
"Ya..." England grabbed his bag and stood. Finally America got a full look at him. He was wearing a blue faded T-Shirt and his Swimming shorts were patterned with some sort of dot, stripe, dot, stripe sequence. Oddly it fit him. America didn't really see him as someone who could actually have a fashion sense. Much less he had actually brushed his hair today. Wait why did he care? He shoved his thoughts away before dragging Britain out to the car. He was so happy he almost skipped. Then laughed in-spite himself. He wasn't Italy. No. HE WAS THE HERO! But at the moment that didn't matter. He heard a soft sound escape Britain's lips, and when he turned to look at him, Britain's face was an unmistakably red color and his eyes were aimed at his hand. America followed his gaze and noticed that they were holding hands.
"Oh! That's awkward!" He pulled his hand away and promptly slapped Britain on the back before entering the car. Britain didn't think it was awkward, but now he knew America clearly didn't have feelings for him. Britain got in on the other side.
After a while of driving they reached their destination. Britain totally thinking Swimming was too mainstream wasn't very excited. Or maybe.. it was because he had never been, he didn't want to tell America that though. He didn't need to be called weak or a chicken. So instead of telling America he didn't know how to swim, he just lead the way into the pool area. Not EXACTLY sure where he was going.
Once they were inside they set their stuff down. America pulled off his shirt and took off his glasses, and immediately dived into the pool. England pulled off his shirt and slowly walked to the edge and stuck his legs in.
"Dude! come out in the water, man!" America said looking at him while tilting his head in slight confusion.
"Ah.. no.." Britain said.
"Come on!"
"No"
"Please!"
"Alfred i said no"
"Then at least help me out?" America stuck his hand up towards Britain.
"Fine" Britain glared before taking his hand. There was a sudden jerk to his hand and the next thing he knew he was submerged in the water. He clinged to the arm of America for desperate support.
"Dude.. Are you afraid of water?" America didn't want to laugh but it was ridiculous the way Britain was clinging to him.
"No..." Britain replied.
"Then what?" America manage to hold Britain's weight and his own.
"I don't know how to swim.." Britain admitted sheepishly.
"Why didn't you just say so?"
"Because.. I hate admitting i'm weak.."
America laughed lightly.
"Its not funny!" England splashed America but still held onto his arm.
"Hey!" America splashed him back. Pretty soon they were in a splash fight before long Britain was floating on his own.
It started to get later. As fun as the day had been. England knew it couldn't last forever. So when the pool announced they'd be closing Britain frowned a bit before getting out of the water. America followed. They grabbed their stuff and went back out to their car. The pool was pretty packed. So they decided they'd wait a few minutes before heading out. So they could avoid traffic. When they were both in the car waiting for it to clear out, America turned to England and said "today was fun!"
England stared out the window before answering "mhm..." With a slight nod. Even though on the inside he was smiling and felt happy.
America stared at England a for a long time. England could see him staring through the reflection of the glass window.
Britain turned his head. "What is there something on my fa-" Before he could finish his sentence he was interrupted with a kiss.