Chapter 6
It was cold, England noted. Terribly cold. Almost as cold outside as it was in the building. What was wrong with the heating?
"Is it just me, or is it freezing in here?" England commented. America just sighed.
"If you don't want to stay here, get a room at a hotel," America simply stated, putting his former guardian's luggage down. While the idea seemed appealing, England was all the more determined to discover just what was going on. And to do that, he needed to be here. Although what surprised him was the cleanness of here. It was actually pretty tidy, no fast-food or candy wrappers or anything, like England was expecting from the younger nation.
"Oh no, I wasn't complaining, merely… " England searched for the right word, "commenting," he came up with.
"Whatever," America said bluntly. England watched with curiosity as America split some loose change between two jars. Two of three, actually. One said Bills, the next said Groceries, and the third Ticket. America took the cash in Ticket and split it between the others. He picked up the Groceries jar and turned to look at England again. Handing the jar to England, America said "If you want to buy some food or something, here. Just don't waste it, please." It was then did England see the bags America had under each eye. America began to walk away.
"Where're you going?" England asked him. America gave him the most exhausted look the Brit had ever seen.
"Bed. I can sleep on the couch if you want the bed," America said. He gave a small yawn and headed for what England now presumed to be the bedroom. A couple of minutes later and the tired nation came out holding one of the two pillows in the house. The only difference from before and after was that America was wearing slightly more comfortable clothes. He hadn't even bothered to take off his bombers jacket and gloves. America saw England observing him, but he honestly couldn't care less. He was freaking exhausted and England already knew, why lie when his someone already knew. Although maybe he could have been a smidge more patient. Either way, he still lied down on the couch and closed his eyes.
"Aren't you going to eat anything?" the gentleman inquired. Neither of them had eaten since that morning, and England was famished.
"Again, if you want something to eat, go and buy it," America said gesturing to the door. "If you want me to eat, I will, but first you need to get whatever that is." England was shocked at this reaction. Surely he had something in the house? England quickly checked through the few cabinets and the mini-fridge. Nothing. Well, nothing besides a half-drained jug of milk.
"What did you eat for breakfast, then? Surely you didn't eat nothing," England said, concerned. There was no sign of any sort of food that he could have eaten earlier in the day.
"I didn't have 'nothing'," America started. England breathed out a sigh of relief. "I had a sip of milk," he finished.
"You had a sip of milk?" England asked, barely holding back his anger. At his former colony's nod, England went wild on him. "You bloody wanker! Are you trying to freaking starve yourself to death? Honestly-" England's rant was abruptly brought to a halt by a low moan, courtesy of America.
"Iggy? Can you rant to me in the morning? I'm too tired to listen right now," America yawned out. 'Iggy' wanted to comment, tell him not to call him that name, but found he couldn't. What America said… the way he said it… England decided to let him go. He was still mad, but decided it was too late in the night to lecture him anyway. Sighing lightly, England finally put the jar America had given him earlier down. He walked back outside; there was definitely a convenience store still open at this ungodly hour, right? An hour later, England was back with a couple of bags. He placed them on the counter and walked over to the now sleeping nation. America was shivering slightly and had left his glasses on. England gently removed 'Texas' and placed his warmer jacket on top of America. Though still surprised at what happened earlier that day, the British gentleman soon found himself fast asleep in America's bed.
Texas is America's glasses. So, suprised about the second chapter? I felt I had to make up for the shortness of the previous one. Lucky for all of you, you get to see Iggy in Alfie's home! Dang America, you must be tired. Goodbye!