England immediately felt a rush of embarrassment and confusion. He thought, 'What the bloody Hell am I thinking? I am a highly respected country and gentleman. It would be ridiculous and impudent for me to think I could be in love with America! Besides, we're both grown men, being together would be inconceivable!' While England thought all of these things, he couldn't explain or understand the weird feelings he had for America.
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They had both grown tired and returned to the car.
England was was even more tired than America. He was beyond tired, he had reached the pint of exhaustion. Both physically and mentally. England couldn't wait to go to his five star hotel. Little did he know, he was not going to his hotel.
America continued to drive along when England shouted out, "Stop! What are you doing!? You just passed my hotel!"
America laughed and said, "You're not staying there, dude. You are staying at my house for your visit". Then he flashed his classic hero smile.
England paled and said, "You git! I already made reservations and my belongings are there!"
America retorted, "I called the hotel and told them to cancel it and I had your stuff brought to my place".
England paled even more. Then a strong blush rose to his face and he thought, 'I'm going to be staying with America! In his home! I haven't stayed anywhere with him since Alfred was a young lad.'
America was completely oblivious to England's internal suffering and continued to drive to his house.