I really need to stop switching the names around I think I'll use their country names for this Chapter :3 Here's Chapter 9! :D
England woke up to feeling way to warm, and stiff from being in the same position to long, he was also probably woken up from his cell phone buzzing on the coffee table a few feet away. He tried to move a little bit, and couldn't, trying again he felt something tighten around him and looked down to see America's face right there. Letting out a very manly yelp, England tried to pull away only to realize that the stupid git was holding him close like a teddy bear! Now really freaking out, because their lips were inches apart, England tried harder and America tightened his grip, causing England's arms to slip from holding him up and his lips to crash down onto America's.
Bloody hell…
America's eyes snapped open with a startled cry, something warm and soft had just kissed him! He heard a thump, and then saw England crash down from…the ceiling? With a bang, "Dude, what were you doing on the ceiling!" America asked, totally forgetting about what had made him freak out earlier. "You bloody wanker! You threw me up there!" England snapped at him, still lying on the ground because seriously? That had to hurt.
"Wha? I did? Ho-" He was cut off from England's shouting at him now about him holding England so he couldn't move, then tightening his arms which caused England to slip and… America's eyes widened as both of their faces flushed, "Err…sorry 'bout that Iggy" he said giving the older county his signature grin. England rolled his eyes, even though his cheeks were still flushed a soft pink, he sat up slowly, groaning as his back popped and cracked every few inches. Finally sitting up he flexed his back and it straightened with one loud POP! He hadn't noticed that America's eyes were on him and filled with concern, since he was too focused on the ache in his muscles and back to pay attention to the idiot at the moment.
"Yo, Iggy, what time's it?"
"I don't know you git, why don't you get off your lazy arse and find a clock!"
*England's phone vibrates again*
"Hey! I could check the time on your phone!"
"Don't touch my phone you bloody wanker!"
"Iggy I didn't know you had Frances number in here…he says, Canada and I are coming over tomorrow for lunch and to bring Amérique dinner"
"Give me that!" *snatches phone from America* "Bloody hell…"
"Hey…I never got to check the time" *pouts*
"Fine. It's…bloody hell! It's only five in the bloody morning!"
"Well then! I'm going back to sleep…" *turns onto side facing away from England*
England glared at America, but as the country started his heavy breathing again, he sighed and slowly, painfully stood up, his legs and hips popping. Slowly he made his way to his room, only to see the still yucky and slightly bloody sheets from America still on it, grimacing he pulled them off and threw them into the wash, putting fresh ones on and even fresh pillow cases. Collapsing into bed, England thought he'd be able to fall right asleep, but he couldn't get the way America's lips felt against his out of his mind…
It's Chapter 9 :D I feel evil for putting that 'kiss' in paragraph one... :D
So do you like it? It's definitely shorter than Chapter 8…but I felt I did pretty good on this Chapter.. Please leave me a review, I'm running out of ideas for this story… :P