Title: Wake Me Up

Pairing: England x Fem!America

Rating: T-ish

"Maybe I'm just in love / when you wake me up"

Ed Sheeran, "Wake Me Up"

England examined himself in the mirror, making sure his three-piece suit looked absolutely spotless. Today was a big day. His boss and America's boss were getting together to discuss their relationship, and he was incredibly nervous. What if they vetoed it? What if they said America and himself couldn't see each other anymore?

He straightened his jacket and then nodded at his reflection. He looked good. Now for the hard part though... waking up America... maybe he should call someone before just walking in there... after all, it was seven in the morning on a Saturday, and to America, waking up- EVER -on a Saturday was pretty much a sin. Against God. And everything else. Anything else. It was like taking a pie and throwing it in LIFE'S FACE.

England considered calling one of his brothers but then realized that they would never come to save him. Well, fine then! He would just face his girlfriend alone!

England crept slowly into the bedroom, opening the door with a painfully loud creak. He walked slowly, quietly to the bed and then stood there for a moment, wondering how to go about this. Should he yank the blankets off of her? Should he gently shake her awake? Should he k-k-k... k-kiss her gently awake, like the romantic sap she always insisted he was?

No. Definitely not. That would be embarrassing.

No, instead he would do what he always did.

He ran over to the window and yanked the curtains open, practically ripping them off their curtain-holder-thingy. Then he ran back over to her and pulled all the blankets off of her, then all the pillows off of the bed, and then, before she could properly wake up, he left the room in a great hurry so that she wouldn't kill him- or worse. She had been hanging around an awful lot with that Italian brat, and everyone knew how she felt about castration...

He waited in the kitchen for a grand total of five minutes for creeping back to the bedroom and peering inside. America was, to his surprise, still sleeping curled up on the bed. Her long blond curls covered her face in a way that looked uncomfortable and, heart-racing, England noticed that the raggedy white shirt she always wore when sleeping was currently doing it's best to get as much of her skin showing without just ripping itself off of her.

England sighed and tore his eyes away from her legs, then walked over to grab her shoulder and gently shake it. "America-"

Before he had time to finish his girlfriend had grabbed him his collar and yanked him beside her on the bed, quickly wrapping her arms around his waist and curling into him before he could even try to get free.

"A-America-" he tried, but she pressed her lips to his and stopped him from talking, for the moment, at least.

She finally pulled away and rested her head on his outstretched arm. She tucked her bare feet under his legs and started breathing deeply. She was asleep again.

England couldn't believe it.

"America, we have somewhere to go." he told her, wriggling to try to get free from her grasp. To his embarrassment, she was stronger than him, as she had been since she was a child, and he couldn't get free of her, even when she was asleep. "America, don't you remember what day it is? It's Saturday, also known as the day we have to talk to our bosses about our relationship. America, do you want them to say that we can't see each other? Because if we don't leave soon-"

"They can say whatever the fuck they want," murmured America. "If they try to keep us away from each other I'll kill them."

"...That's not a very good solution." England told her.

"I don't care. At least we can be together that way. After all, it's not like they can kill me."

England didn't know what to say. So he didn't say anything. He just wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. "Fine." he finally said, as if his consent was actually needed. "We'll stay here, and damn them if they think they can stop us."

America giggled. "Oh, I like it when you get all commanding like that, Arty..." she murmured against his neck. Arthur blushed as she sat up slightly and started unbuttoning his shirt. This was going to be a good Saturday.

A/N So literally when I saw VivaAmerica's review asking for this I narrowed my eyes and was all "Challenge accepted." which is weird on so many levels, but whatever.

Anyways, like I said, this was VivaAmerica's idea, and I'm super sorry because I wanted to reply to your reviews but you're a guest so then I'm like GRAAAAAAAGH! but that's okay, I do that a lot. X3

But thank you for continuing to request stuff! Keep 'em coming! X3