Hello! Valentine's day this thursday, maybe Hima might do a event? AND MAKE USUK CANON?! Lol! So anyway today's fic is from a doujinshi I watched and it was really cute so I decided to turn it into a FanFiction so unfortunately I don't own the idea But enjoy all the same!
Um, is it creepy if I told you guys I love you? Yeah? WELL IDC, I LOVE YOU GUYS, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT!
Twenty: Time-Capsule.
"Okay! So we'll give the note to England and ask him to give it to us when we've grown-up! Then, we can come back and see all the stuff we put in here, yeah?" Little America said, turning to his identical brother, Canada and grinned.
Canada nodded and they both picked up the large box in which they had put some of their prized possessions and chucked it into a hole they had made near the forest close to England's house. They buried it quickly and ran back; laughing about how cool it will be when they've grown-up to see all the amazing stuff they had placed in the box.
Bursting into the kitchen of England's house, they found the Briton chatting idly to a blonde-haired Frenchman, both who turned and smiled when they saw America and Canada.
Marching up to England, America produced a small brown envelope and shoved it into England's hands. England looked down at his little brother, amusement evident in his green eyes.
"And what's this America?" England asked, raising his eyebrows to the small nation.
"It's a letter, England, obviously! You are not allowed to open it but when me and Canada have grown-up you have to give it to us, okay?"
England looked to France, who had picked up Canada and was tickling him while he giggled incessantly. France simply shrugged so England took the letter and put it into his back pocket.
"Of course America." He then picked America up and sighed, "But now, its bedtime so let's get going, both you and Canada."
After a lot of complaining and arguing over who got to sleep on which side of the bed, both America and Canada drifted off into a peaceful sleep, leaving England and France to talk downstairs.
"I wonder what they'll be like when they're older..." England pondered aloud, scratching his head in thought.
"Who knows but I'm sure that Canada will be just as cute as he already is." France grinned, sticking his tongue out.
"Well, I'm also sure that America will be just as cute, if not cuter!" England barked back, glaring at the Frenchman and they began arguing, oblivious to the two little boys, peeking their heads around the kitchen door and laughing quietly at the scene in front of them.
100 Years Later.
England was aimlessly browsing through his large collection of books when his eye caught sight of a small, wrinkled piece of paper sticking out of one of the books.
Taking it out, he gasped in surprise when he saw what is was.
I wonder if they've grown-up now?
England smiled, taking out his mobile-phone to ring America, Canada and France.
"We gave you this?" America, tall, strong and impossibly gorgeous said, tilting his head to one-side in confusion and pointing to the letter that England had handed to Canada moments prior.
"Yes, years ago, now shut up and open it!" England snapped impatiently.
Canada shrugged and tore up the envelope. He frowned upon open up the small letter.
"It looks like a map to a location, looks there's a big 'X', that must be where we need to go." He said, showing America the map.
America grinned and throwing his hand into the air, he exclaimed, "Everyone, follow the leader!"
After two hours of being out in the blistering cold (America, insisting his was going in the right direction and, of course, wasn't, led them all a mile and a half in the other direction until his brother snatched the map of him and took control) the group of four finally made in back into England's living room, all seated around the long, coffee table, just staring at the mysterious box.
"Oh, for God's sake," England cried in exasperation, "just open the damn thing already!"
"Quiet England!" America shushed him and England glared, "We're building momentum!"
"That doesn't even…you know what? I'm just going to drink my tea." England sighed, slowly rubbing his temples. He was regretting inviting them over already.
Then slowly both America and Canada reached over at the same time and took the lid off the box. At the same time, all four of them all peered into the dusty, worn-out box.
And all four of them gasped in surprise.
"Oh cool, remember this? Our old toy set!"
"Awesome! My very first map of America!"
"Aww, how cute Canada, it is the ribbon from the first bag of sweets I bought you!"
"The silver tea set I thought I lost…it was here all along….AMERICA!"
America, completely oblivious to England's irked screams, was searching the box for anything else they had left out and was surprised when he found a small white envelope, with the words 'To America, From America' scrawled across the front of it.
Just what did I write back then, I wonder…
Tearing open the envelope, America grinned as he started reading,
What's up future me? Have you become a hero yet?
You know what? I've decided to grow up as fast as I can!
And then America's face changed to once of upmost horror.
...In order to protect England, who I love the most! I've decided to become a HERO! The one I love most in the whole world is England!
"America?"
America froze, and slowly turned around from his sitting position on the floor and gave England an uneasy grin, his face heating up so fast, he guessed he probably looked as bright as a ripe tomato.
Kneeling down in front of him, England frowned, face etched with concern.
"Are you ok? What's wrong?"
America immediately put the letter behind his back and started shaking his head vigorously.
"Nothing at all!" He squeaked, cursing his voice for going so high.
If I remember right, even back then, I've always felt this way about him…
"But your face is all red!" England persisted, "Do you have a fever?" England brought his hand up to America's forehead and he freaked, bolting up and sprinting from the room.
"America! Wait!" England called while behind him, France and Canada were snickering to themselves.
Why did he run?
"America!" England called again, and ran out of the living room after him.
France, turning to Canada, saw the letter in the Canadian's hands and asked, "Did you write a letter too, Mathieu?"
Looking down at his hands, he mumbled back, "Ah yes…but I didn't write it for myself." He took a breath, "I wrote it for France. Here you go." And handed it to the blonde-haired man in front of him.
"You wrote it for your big brother?" France muttered, amazed. He slowly opened it and began reading it aloud,
Dear future France,
How are you? Every day my heart is filled with happiness. I love Al and England too, but the time I spend with you is my favourite.
You always smell nice and when I'm hurt, you give me hugs. And even though it tickles, you give me lots of kisses on my cheek.
I'm not very good with words, so it's hard to say but…
I love you France. I'm sure that even when I grow up, I'll still love you.
France and Canada finished reading, one was so embarrassed they wanted the ground to open and swallow them yp and the other, strangely serious for once.
"I know this is what you wrote in your letter," France said slowly, eyes fixed on Canada's face, "but do you really love me now like you did then?"
Canada, lips pursued, eyes darting around the room and fidgeting incessantly, mumbled, "W-well, right now…always…I've always loved you." He looked down at the ground but France swiftly took Canada's face in his hands and slowly pressed in his lips to his.
So, please, allow me to stay by your side. Forever.
"America! Open up! Come on! Let me in!"
The constant banging on the door was hurting America's head and he just wanted England to leave him alone. Head in his hands and the letter carelessly thrown down beside him, he had locked himself in England's study and somehow England knew he would find him here.
How could I have forgotten? How?
"America, open this damn door, right now!" England growled out and America could tell he was getting pretty angry.
Yeah right, like I could face you like this!
On the other side of the door, England scowled.
Is he really that sick? I wonder if…
His thoughts trailed off as he noticed a small crumpled up piece of paper beside his foot and hesitantly picked it up and began reading it.
This is the first love letter I ever wrote, America thought sighing, resting his head against the door, if England read it he would think it's a joke!
America picked up the letter and then, eyes widening, he yelped.
OH FUCK! THERE'S A PAGE MISSING!
"Wait England!" America yelled, bursting open the door and flying into England, he crushed him against the wall opposite. I thought he was a bit too quiet!
"Please tell me you didn't…"
England looked up at the American; both of them flushed bright red and their breathing unsteady.
"Ahh…"
America's face darkened.
"You read it, didn't you?"
England scoffed slightly, "W-well what is this? Aren't you being a little too cute?"
America grabbed England's shoulders and shook him a few times, "Aren't you being a little too blunt? It's obviously a love letter!"
L-love letter?
Sighing, America straightened up and said clearly, looking directly into England's deep, green eyes, "I've felt this way ever since I was little. Then I realised that feeling was love so I wrote this letter." He ran a hand through his hair while England watched him, dumbstruck, "Even now, my feelings haven't changed at all."
He looked down at his feet, obviously uncomfortable and flustered about what he was saying, telling, confessing to England that he was in love with him.
"I mean….someday…I want…"
And grabbing England and encasing him in a hug, he declared softly, "I want you to accept me as the man I have become."
England gasped, "Y-you idiot! You- I mean- I, we-"
He quickly shoved America away from him and coughed slightly.
"We're, we're brothers and so-"
America, having absolutely none of it, took England by his shoulders again and roughly shoved him against wall.
"England."
Green eyes wearily looked to blue.
"Just give it up."
England glared.
"Give what-?"
"I love you. And you love me. And right now?"
America placed his hands by his sides and again and declared in a confident voice, "I won't take any objections!"
Still blushing like crazy, England growled out, "Fine! Have it your way!" And then quietly added, "Stupid idiot…"
America smiled tenderly and chuckled fondly at the embarrassed man in front of him, his own embarrassment fading away quickly to give room to the other emotion he couldn't believe he had suppressed for so long.
"Jeez…" America grinned, taking England's face and bringing it centimetres from his own. "Your 'l love you' was kinda difficult to understand."
And then feverishly pressed his lips to England's.
…
I'll make sure England is always happy!
Aww! Even, I, who knew what was happening, couldn't help but grin at the end! Hope you liked! Cheers, LucyMoon1992 x