~Author's note~
Actually the whole first part of this is kinda like a filler...but it was fun to write so I decided to keep it like this anyways 8D (actually, the idea came from "Anon." who suggested in a review to add this awesome character, and since I was stuck in a very ewul Writer's Block then I thought "...WHY NOT? :D" and started to write about it~ ...And it actually cured my Writer's Block too o.o'' WTF?) Anyways, please enjoy this super extra long chapter of weirdness! \ ( ^ J ^ ) /
Chapter 9:
As England entered his bedroom a few minutes after America had left, he finally realized what he had just done. The trance he had been in ever since America broke away from the kiss disappeared in an instant, just like when a soup bubble pops.
"I…I…I JUST…I JUST K-…KI-….KI-!" He hit his red cheeks and was finally able to finish the sentence. "I JUST KISSED AMERICA! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?" He threw himself onto his bed and buried his face into on of the pillows. This was so embarrassing! So absurd! He had kissed America! His former little brother! And he had…well…liked it wasn't right, but…he hadn't minded it. Damn that wasn't right either.
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"Bloody hell, I'm going insane…" he mumbled and touched his lips with his fingertips. He could still feel the taste of coffee, hamburgers and mint.
Being the gentleman he was, England knew that "dates" required nice clothes, even if it was an oblivious git that he was going to go out with. He also knew that showing up in clothes for males, such as suits, was not a good idea if you were a woman. Having a school uniform wasn't really…that good either. Which meant that he had to go get something else that he could wear.
And there he was, standing in the middle of a chaos including women, clothes and a sale. He had never been to a department store's section with clothes for women before, and now he felt like a small child in a big and dark forest. Completely lost without a bloody chance of finding the way out of there. He pushed past some women fighting over a shirt and eyed a pair of dresses. Who the hell would he be able to know what was "in" and what was not? This was impossible!
"GIVE ME THAT SWEATER LIKE RIGHT NOW!" England turned around towards the voice and quickly identified its owner. He only knew one person who talked like that.
"I TOTALLY SAW IT FIRST! IT'S MINE!" Poland screamed and tried to pull a pink-coloured sweater out of a fat woman's hands. The woman looked extremely chocked over the fact that she was being attacked by a man who wanted a pink sweater that much, but she didn't look like she was going to give it up! They both pulled with equal force, and it didn't take long until the only logical thing happened. The sweater got torn apart and both of them fell to the floor with a piece each of it in their hands. As a few other people tried to help the poor woman up, England walked towards Poland and bent down beside him.
"H-hey, are you okay?" Poland looked up at him with a small frown on his face. Then suddenly, he smiled and started to wave his arms.
"Aah, wait a minute! Aren't you, like, that new girl from yesterday's meeting? That's totally awesome! Where did you go yesterday, I totally wanted to talk to you! What are you, like, doing here? Do you-"
"EXCUSE ME SIR!" Both of them looked up and noticed a very angry-looking shop assistant that was standing beside them. "That sweater you just tore apart was a very expensive Giorgio Armani-sweater! I really hope that you'll be able to pay for it!" Poland stared at her for a few seconds and then shrugged.
"Awww come on, don't be like that! I totally didn't mean to do that! But wow, you really have an ugly haircut! You should totally try to use some pink-!" Poland never managed to end the sentence since England had grabbed him by the collar and pulled him quickly out of the store before the shop assistant was about to murder him.
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"So, you want me to like, help you get some new clothes for your date today?" England hadn't stopped until they were three blocks away from the store, and now there were sitting on a small bench on the sidewalk.
"Yeah…I just thought that…you should be the one who knows what's "in" and what's not…" England replied and nervously ran his hands through his ponytails. He had never asked anyone about fashion tips before so this felt really, REALLY weird.
"AWW that's like, so cute!" Poland chirped. "You want to look nice for your boyfriend's sake?" England was about to eagerly deny that statement but was interrupted by the beaming Polish. "Well, you've totally asked the right person! LET'S GO!" He grabbed England's hand and pulled him over to a shop nearby.
"This place got lots and lots of cute clothes! Some of them are, like, kinda expensive but they're totally fabulous!" he said and started to pick out different kinds of dresses.
"H-hey, take it easy n-!"
"Isn't this one, like, totally cute? You should try it!" Poland interrupted and gave him a very low-cut blue dress. England immediately turned red and shook his head.
"I-I can't wear THAT!" Poland looked at him with his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Why not?" Because I'm a man, for bloody fuck's sake!
"…I-I just can't!" he mumbled and pretended to look at some of the other dresses in order to hide his flushed face. Even if he was a woman now, he had no plans on going THAT far. He was about to ask Poland about the orange-coloured dress in the window (that was NOT low-cut) when a heavy French-accented voice interrupted.
"Well well…what do we have here?" NO. FUCKING. WAY. England turned around towards the shop's front door. Oh yes, it was the frog. The very ugly French frog. "I never thought I would found you in a shop like this, ma chérie! What's going on?" Before England could reply, Poland pushed past him and waved at France.
"Hi France!" he chirped and pointed at England. "I'm like, helping her to shop clothes for a date with her boyfriend! Isn't that like, totally sweet?" France smirked and leaned cockily against the wall.
"Oh, really? I never thought that you were THAT serious about that date!~"
"I'm NOT, you bloody frog!" England had already forgotten that Poland was there too, but luckily he was too much of an airhead to understand what was going on. Instead he started to check out the dresses he had picked out. France chuckled and crossed his arms with a teasing smile on his face.
"You see, it's kind of hard to not think that it's serious when you're looking at such expensive dresses." He said. "Usually people try to dress up nicely because they want that special someone to take notice of them." England snorted and walked past France towards the exit. He had had enough of his teasing remarks! Besides, he didn't need any new clothes after all; his school uniform was good enough! What had he been thinking? This wasn't a serious date after all; it was only because of France's deal that he was going to go out with America. ONLY BECAUSE OF THAT!
France and Poland watched as England marched out of the store. When he had disappeared Poland turned towards France and whined.
"Aww, France! That was totally not nice, ya know? Who am I now going to shop with?" France shrugged, not really interesting in helping Poland at the moment. Teasing England was A LOT more fun!~
"Call Lithuania and ask him?" he said. Poland quickly jerked and looked at France with shiny green eyes.
"YOU'RE LIKE, A GENIUS!"
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4:50 pm. Could time go any slower? England sat in kitchen, nervously tapping on a now-empty teacup and staring at his old clock. He had been staring at the clock since he came home from his "shopping", silently counting down the hours. What if America wouldn't show up? Then France would tell everyone about him being a woman even though it would be the git's fault that they never went on the date!
4.52 pm. No. America would show up. Even if he was an idiot he never broke his promises. Or well…at least not the serious ones. This time was no different. Hopefully.
4.55 pm. Only 5 minutes left now. He quickly browsed through the newspaper beside him for probably the hundredth time. What if America was stuck in a traffic chaos? What if he had been in a car accident? What if he was lying in a hospital right now? Or maybe lying bleeding on the street without anyone helping him? What if…he was about to…die?
4.57 pm. Wait a minute. Countries couldn't die in something like a car accident. The female hormones must have removed some of his brain cells when they invaded his brain.
4.58 pm. His hands had turned sweaty. Why was he nervous about this anyways? All he had to do was to go out with America and that was it! It was nothing serious, nothing serious, nothing serious at all…
4:59 pm. Come on stupid clock, turn 5 pm already! He watched the second-hand on the clock as it moved slowly towards the appointed time. Sometimes it almost seemed like it stopped completely and remained frozen for a while. Okay okay! Only 20 seconds now!
...15 seconds…
…10 seconds…
…Now it seemed like the hand had stopped again….maybe he should try to kick the clock or something?
…Oh wait now it's moving again…
5 seconds…
4 seconds…
3 seconds…!
2 seconds!
1 SECOND!
DING DONG.
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5.00 pm. No America. The house remained as silent as it had been before. England's grasp around the teacup became tighter and tighter. Okay, calm down now! America was known for almost always being late! This was nothing unusual at all! No need to worry! But…what if he had actually been in an accident? Would someone from the hospital call him th-? England jumped by the sudden sound from the front door that was slammed open. A very eager voice with a heavy American accent rang through the house.
"IGGY! I, YOUR HERO, AM HERE NOW!" And there he was, standing in the opening to the kitchen with a smile that would even melt the heart of the most cold-hearted person in the world. Okay, maybe not Russia's, but whatever. England remained quiet for a few seconds, not sure what to say or do. Then suddenly he started to glare at America with his arms angrily crossed. America looked at him with raised eyebrows. "What's wrong with you?"
"…You're late." America looked at the clock (the one England had been staring at for the last few hours) and pouted slightly.
"Awww come on, only by one minute! What's wrong with you, are you PMS:ing or something?" He quickly ducked as England threw the newspaper at him. "…Oh yeah wait, I forgot that it's possible that you are PMS:ing now! I mean, since you're a woman and all!" He ducked once more as England threw the cup he had been drinking from before at him.
"Belt up, you idiotic git!" he said and rose from his chair. It was a shame on the cup that now lied broken on the floor, but hopefully he had proved his point. America stared at the cup and then looked back at England while laughing.
"Haha! Wow Iggy, take it easy! I was just joking!" He pushed up his glasses with his index finger and eyed England for a few seconds with a wondering face. "...So…are you PM-?"
"LET'S JUST GO ALREADY!" England interrupted irritated and pushed past the American while trying to kick him on his leg for being an arse. But even though he bit his lip to avoid showing it, he couldn't help but smile. America hadn't let him down. He had come. He hadn't been in an accident and he wasn't lying in a hospital. He was as fine and stupid as ever. As both of them exited the house England quickly peeked at America. He wasn't wearing his usual clothing, not even his beloved bomber jacket! Instead, he was wearing two different jackets, a simple t-shirt with "hero" and something else written on it and jeans. It was very simple but…still quite cool. Maybe he should have gotten something else then the school uniform after all? …Wait a minute! He slapped himself mentally. THIS WAS NOT A SERIOUS DATE, SO WHY WAS HE WORRIED ABOUT SUCH A THING IN THE FIRST PLACE?
"What's wrong with you?" England snapped out of his thinking and noticed that America was looking at him with a frown.
"W-What?"
"You were staring at me with a very freaky look on your face." He said. "Kinda scary actually." He had been staring at America all this time? Shit!
"I-I was just thinking about something!" he said and looked to the ground, trying to hide his face that was turning red because of the embarrassment. America shrugged.
"Whatever. So….can we go to-!"
"No." England interrupted. America looked at him with a chocked expression because of the abrupt answer.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeease Iggy?" he whined.
"No, no and NO! I'm NOT going there to eat! Not a bloody chance in hell!"
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"Let's see now…I would like to have 3 Big Macs, 2 Quarter Pounders, 5 Double Cheeseburgers and 2 large fries! Oh, and please give me some ordinary burgers as well! 10 or so should do it! And don't forget the coke!" America chirped to the chocked girl behind the counter. She quickly handled him the large amount of food that he had just ordered with a slightly scared look on her face. America on the other hand beamed of happiness and nodded thankfully towards her before he took the food and walked away towards the table where England was sitting. As he putted down the food England glared at him.
"You stupid git! Why did you have to order so much?"
"Because I was hungry!" he whined before he stuffed his mouth with one of the hamburgers. A lot of people were now staring curiously at them, probably wondering if they would be able to eat all of those burgers by themselves. England groaned and tried to make himself as small as possible. Why did this have to happen every time America decided to drag him along to McDonalds?
"Hey Iggy, why aren't you eating?" America asked with his mouth full with one of the Quarter Pounder's.
"…I kind of lost my appetite…" he mumbled and poked one of the greasy fries.
"Well, that's a shame!" America replied and was about to put in another hamburger in his mouth when he suddenly froze and realised something. "…Can I have your burgers then?" he asked with puppy eyes. England sighed deeply and nodded. He truly hated America's puppy eyes. If it weren't for them, then he wouldn't be sitting here with all these people looking at him and his hamburger-eating companion. Fucking puppy eyes.
"Hey, by the way! What's been up with you blushing all the time lately?" America asked. England jerked by the sudden question. Why did the git have to ask about such a thing right now?
"…You've noticed that?" America nodded while slurping on his coke. "Well…don't laugh at me but…I think it's because of…" He lowered his voice to a whisper. "…Female hormones." America stared at him silently for a few seconds before he started to laugh loudly.
"S-Shut it, you git!" England hissed and threw some fries at him. America quickly avoided the attack, still laughing like a moron.
"Hahaha! Sorry man, but wow! You even got female hormones now? Your life must be hell right now!" England rolled his eyes.
"Tell me about it."
"Aww, what a cute couple they are!" a woman nearby whispered, loud enough for both of them to hear it. The comment made an intense blush creep up on England's face. Damn it, not now! Couldn't people just ignore them or something? America observed him with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.
"Female hormones?" England nodded.
"Female hormones."
"…So does that mean that you're actually PMS:ing today or not?" This time America was unable to avoid the burger that was flying towards him in rapid speed.
~End of Chapter 9~
Tsk tsk America~ That's what you get for being ewul! :D And tsk tsk England~ Pretending to not being worried about *coughYOURLOVEcough* America will only make you look more insane!~ And to all of you who's wondering - yes, Alfred is wearing the same clothes that he is wearing on his Character CD-cover! I love that outfit...*W* I actually think I'll try to find the same clothes and go around in school wearing them together with my America-wig! :D *WOOHOO BEING INSANE IS FUN!*
But yeah people...Only two chapters left (/O_O)/ Right now I'm polishing on the last chapter, but it's pretty much done! Next chapter will be posted on Friday and the last one on Sunday! I'll talk more about this in the next chapter's Author's Note~
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