Title: America's Sister

Pairing: America x England

Rating: K plus to T

I'm lying in bed- definitely not cuddling with America, not at all, we just happen to, um, be sleeping close to each other! -when a sudden, ear-splitting sound breaks through the sleepy, afternoon silence. I instantly sit up in bed, searching all around America's flat (n-not that I stayed the night here or anything! I was just, um... not staying the night!) for the stupid ringing thingy only to find that it's his stupid phone. Why he has it on the most annoying ringtone you could possibly imagine, I have no idea, but he certainly doesn't seem to mind, judging by the way he's still sleeping. I flop myself back under the covers and poke him- hard -a couple times to wake him up. He wriggles all around but doesn't awaken. Fine then. I will make him wake up.

I shove him away from me with my hands and feet, making him fall straight off of the bed. I bury myself in the blankets and pillows of America's way-too-soft-and-comfy-and-warm bed and call, "The phone's ringing, you bloody wanker. Answer it or die."

"Mrghrgh, Iggyyyy, don't be so meeeeaan...!" he whines. He grabs a handful of blankets and tries to yank them off the bed, but I am having none of it.

"Answer the phone or I will go back home, America, and then you'll be stuck with no one but Tony to watch horror movies with you." His head, all messy golden hair, clear blue eyes, and flushed cheeks, pokes up over the side of the bed. So much of his hair is sticking up all around that I can't even distinguish his cowlick from the rest of his hair.

"Iggy, you wouldn't do that to me!" he says, purposefully making his blue eyes fill up with tears. I glare stonily back at him.

"I would do that to you, actually, so answer the bloody phone."

He turns his mouth down so far I suspect it might fall off, but he does go crawl over to his phone, which is in the pocket of the jeans he threw off last night, right before we, ah... went... to sleep...

"Hello?" he answers with a long, adorable yawn. He looks sleepily around the room and asks me where his glasses are even as the person on the other end of the phone is beginning to talk to him. I pick his glasses up off of his bedside table and peer through them for a moment before I toss them in his direction.

"Pay attention! Someone's talking to you!" I inform him grumpily. I huddle under the blankets once more and grumble to himself, beginning to doze off to the sound of his voice answering the phone every once in a while. I'm just about to actually fall asleep when he hangs up the phone and bounces back into bed, snuggling up close to me- on top of the blankets like some bloody wanker. He pulls the blankets away from my face and places a few kisses on my nose, which I suppose might make up for him being so stupid.

"So, who was that on the phone?" I ask when I've finally given up on ever getting to sleep.

"Hmm..." he hums in a considering sort of tone. I roll my eyes at him.

"You've forgotten who it was already?" I murmur. I feel like leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his mouth, but then I decide not to because I don't want to seem like I actually like him.

"No, I remember who it was..." he says softly, rubbing his nose against mine in a way that makes my cheeks heat up immediately. "I just don't care right now..." He stares into my eyes for a moment, then says, "Y'know, you have really pretty eyes... they're just... really, really bright green... and... pretty."

I blush and duck my head into his shoulder so that I don't have to look at his face. "But who was that on the phone?" I insist. "Because it sounded pretty important."

"Oh, it was just Mexico. You know, my older sister. She was calling to yell at me because I hadn't told her that we were dating."

I blush and try to decide if I should yell at him for saying that we were dating or yell at him for not telling her we were dating. "So why'd she call then?" I say instead. "What'd she want?"

"Oh, she just called to say that she's coming over in about an hour to talk with me."

I shoot up in bed and stare at him. "What, and you were just planning on sitting around in bed until she shows up?"

He yawns. "Well, yeah. She won't mind."

"Uh-uh, no, unacceptable. You can't just... just sit here! Your sister's coming! Shouldn't you, I don't know... at least put some clothes on?"

He grins wickedly at me. "I thought you liked me better with no clothes on."

I'm just about to shove him off the bed again when there's a knock on the door. We both freeze and stare at each other for a moment. Then he says, "Oh yeah, I forgot, she likes to show up really early."

Instantly we both hop out of bed and throw on our clothes from the night before. I run a comb through his hair and make sure he has his glasses on, then send him to answer the door while I wash my face and try to make my hair lie flat- oh god I sound like Harry Potter now. When I finally have no excuse to stay in his bedroom I creep out to his small living room/kitchen thingy (since he lives in what he calls a "penthouse" in New York City) and peek around the corner to try to spy on them. America's sitting on one of his couches, laughing uproariously at something, as usual. Sitting next to him is a woman with long, straight black hair, brown eyes, and dark skin. She's wearing what appears to be... pajamas, and has her hair tied up in a high ponytail. I lean forward a little farther to read what he t-shirt says (something about don't mess with Texas or something, which I find a bit weird, considering she's Mexico) and accidentally fall over a bit. "A bit" in this context meaning flat onto the floor like some sort of drunken baboon. I shoot to my feet, face burning, and try to slip back into the bedroom, but America's having none of it.

"Here he is! His name's England! He's from Europe! Look at him, he's so pretty!" He hops to his feet and races forward, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me forward. Mexico stands up, flips her ponytail over her shoulder, and looks me up and down haughtily.

"Pretty?" she says in a heavy accent. "Well, for a European nation. If you wanted pretty you should have looked down in South America."

America just smiles. "But I like him! And just wait, he's got a super hot accent, don't you?" He gives me and affectionate smile and pulls me out of Mexico's line of sight.

"I do not have a hot accent..." I mutter.

"Yes you do!"

"No I don't!"

"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure you have a hot accent."

"I dooooon't!"

"Mexico, do you think he has a hot accent?"

Mexico places a hand over her mouth in a way that I think means that she's vaguely disappointed, then nods slightly. "Oh, it's an okay accent, I suppose."

I quickly turn away from her and walk into the kitchen, where there's a small wall blocking me from the living room. "I'M MAKING TEA," I yell behind me. "You two just... just sit and talk." And leave me alone, you annoying brats.

Ten minutes later we're all sitting in the living room with our own mugs of tea. They're chatting comfortably with each other, like siblings usually do, and I'm sitting awkwardly in my chair wondering if I could pretend to drown myself with my tea and then, I don't know, go back to my house to "see my doctor."

...Yeah, stupid plan but it's all that I've got.

"So, England... what's it like in Europe?" Mexico asks suddenly. I practically spit my tea all over the place because I don't want her to talk to me.

"It's full of bloody wankers!" I say before I can stop myself. Mexico snorts into her mug, then tries not to choke on the mouthful of tea she just drank.

"Wankers?" she says, with what almost sounds like a... giggle? "What's a wanker?"

I feel my face heat up and I look down at the floor. "Um... um... a wanker is... America, tell her what a wanker is!"

"Hmm... I think it means that I'm an idiot."

Quickly I seize upon this. "Yes, that's exactly what it means!"

"It means that America's an idiot?"

I nod. "Yes. Yep... exactly."

"Oh, okay. I'm glad I know what to call him now."

America glares at Mexico. "Only Iggy can call me that!" he says with a pout. "He says it with affection!"

I blush and shove him away from me. "I do not say it with affection, I say it with... with contempt! Considering I'm way smarter than you are!"

He gives me puppy dog eyes again and I lean slightly away from him. There's no way to resist his puppy dog eyes; they're too cute. Too cute. Why does he always do that to me?

I whack him on the back of the head. "Stop that!" I reprimand. "You know I don't like those eyes!"

"Japan calls them uke eyes." America remarks. I frown at him.

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know."

Mexico giggles suddenly, placing one hand over her mouth. "Oh, you two are just so cute! Hungary and Japan are going to be soooo happy with me when I give them this camera!" She holds out a high tech camera that she'd somehow been hiding this whole time and then quickly leaps to her feet, runs to the door and heads right out like she does this all the time. I stare after her for a moment until it sinks in, and then I shoot to my feet.

"DID SHE JUST SAY HUNGARY AND JAPAN WOULD LIKE PICTURES? NO NO! NO! I DON'T LIKE THIS!" I'm just about to run after her when America gras me and pulls me into his lap.

"Naaah, don't leave me, Iggy! Now that Mexico's gone we can go back to cuddling!"

My face flushes. "Wh-what do you- we weren't cuddling!"

"Oh, of course not, Iggy. Now come on, let's go." He picks me up and carries me into his room, then gets us both into bed and covers us in blankets.

It's a pretty... nice ending to an... okay afternoon.

A/N Someone remind me to edit these from now on, I'm so embarassed because chapter 22- *shudders* -UGH I should have EDITED it! DX

HAH! Nearly 2000 words! HEEEEELL YES! I'm so damn proud of myself PRAISE ME. XD

Also, I hope I did well with Mexico! DX DX (Ready for the next challenge. XD)

Anyways, this idea was brought to you, as usual, pretty much, by VivaAmerica! X3

Oh yeah, in answer to the guest reviews, Thanks for reviewing!

.Awesome: NO NO. DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT CAKE I AM HUNGRY.

Jywy: Yeahs I'm totally gonna do that just lemme get some of these other requests outta the way.

More comments after I've edited this: first of all, it's now edited. *sigh* Secondly, jsyk I know literally nothing about apartments so if I'm a bit vague or wrong, well, sorry. Third, I hope they seem like America and England instead of Spain and Romano... *guilty face* 'Cause I'm just so used to writing those two... and yeah...