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Post by England on Jul 10, 2012 22:11:07 GMT -5
England made a muffled noise as America kissed him -not as much protest as surprise- and took a deep breath through his mouth when America let him go.
"S-Stupid, y-you shouldn't kiss people without warning them first!" he huffed, going absolutely red in the face and looking away. "A-And what's with the cheesy words, you're making my ears bleed!" he protested, still not daring to look up. Of course, he didn't really mind the cheesy words... It's just that they had him all flustered with how considerate America was being, and he wasn't sure that getting flustered was the best idea. He'd embarrassed himself enough for one lifetime, really. He didn't want America to know he was a hopeless romantic, deep inside. All those centuries of practically breathing nothing but Shakespeare had taken their toll on him.
So in a way, England was glad he was stuck with the sappiest person on this planet, though he would die before admitting that.
He made an awkward move to get closer, like a cross between a shuffle and a hop, and hesitated about what to do with his arms. He lifted them to waist level, but then decided against it, and started lowering them, when he told himself that it wouldn't be that bad. All in all, he must've looked extremely awkward, looking confused and lost with what to do, but it totally paid off when he nervously slid his arms around America's back and leaned in.
(And hopefully, America would forgive him for being so awkward.)
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Post by America on Jul 10, 2012 22:58:57 GMT -5
America stood still as England hugged him, lips pulling up into another smile when he noticed how awkward and confused and lost England was acting. He found the entire thing completely endearing. Setting his spatula down (he couldn't believe he was still holding it), he returned the hug, pulling England in closer to him while still remembering to be gentle enough not to hurt him with his strength.
"Next time," he whispered into England's hair, enjoying the feel of it against his skin. "I'll yell out that I'm gonna kiss you. We'll be sitting in a world meeting and some boring nation will be talking and I'll have an urge to kiss you, so I'll just stand and announce it to everyone. That way, everyone will be warned." He gave a small chuckle, closing his eyes. It felt nice to just stay there in England's arms without worrying about anything at all. They didn't have stress at the moment- it was just England and him and nothing else.
Then, just to make it as cheesy as possible (America really did like his cliched romances sometimes), he added, "I love you. I think I feel the need to tell you that all the time, 'cause it's insane how much I love you." When England hugged him like this, America felt like he wanted to die from happiness. Whenever they kissed, America's heart threatened to pound right out of his chest. Everything about England just made his life so much better.
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Post by England on Jul 11, 2012 20:41:08 GMT -5
England made a muffled noise of approval against America's chest, but didn't move. He never wanted to move again. Every time he got this close to America, he felt like his soul was being pulled right out of his body, and he couldn't even act coherent, not even a little. He often accused America of being an idiot (with certain reason, sometimes, mind you), but it was at moments like these that he realized that even if he tried, he probably would never be able to sort his thoughts. And consequentially, sound like an idiot himself.
"I think Germany would get very mad at you if you interrupted a meeting just to say that." England muttered against his clothes, closing his eyes for a moment and imagining that they weren't standing there, stuck in a greasy kitchen in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by inhuman beings that could rip them apart in the blink of an eye. He actually didn't know where he could imagine them being. Wherever if was, if it was with America, then it would be picture perfect.
"You're so oblivious sometimes. And it almost hurts to watch you struggle to read the atmosphere. And you eat too many burgers for your own good. And sometimes, you just need to know it's time to shut up." he mumbled, letting himself melt in America's arms. "But... You're gorgeous on the inside out, and your smile could keep me going through the deepest of pits in the deepest parts of hell. And I love you, because you know just how to love me."
Funny how despite not having any dairy products at all, America and England had practically saturated the atmosphere with cheese already. (Some times, England just amused himself with lame jokes one would often associate to America).
England sighed, looking up into America's eyes and adoring how they sparkled in the light. He couldn't help but smile softly and caress the blonde's cheeks with his thumbs, loving how his fingers slid across the smooth skin and knowing he was the only one who could do something like this.
"Also, the eggs are burning."
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Post by America on Jul 11, 2012 22:15:10 GMT -5
America snickered. "Germany can take that stick outta his ass, then," he replied, closing his eyes and making a slight hum in the back of his throat, clearly enjoying just standing here. It wasn't often that the two of them were able to take a step back and relax a little bit. It felt so incredibly special, and America really wasn't ready for it to end. Nope, if only they could stay like this forever. If only they could forget about zombies and food and whatever else they needed to forget- everything would be perfect.
With a satisfied sigh, America held England even closer than before, simply melting into his touch. "And you're very rude and mean sometimes," he shot back softly. "And you have an awful temper, and you blush a ton, and you seem awkward when you have to actually show off your feelings. And, like you said, I love you. I love you and all your perfect flaws." Which was a contradiction, but who cared at that moment? America was happy, England was happy, and the world was-
"The eggs aren't burning, I only left them for-" Nope, nope, they were burning. "Fuck!" America hissed, spinning around and quickly taking the pan off the stove, somehow managing to burn himself in the process. "C'mon, why the hell-?" He groaned, turning the stove off and staring at the burnt eggs, wondering if the others would be able to tell that everything except for the grits were pretty much ruined. "Okay, so...they're not completely black," he grumbled, running his fingers through his hair. "But...oh, dammit, I'm sorry, England. I just...I was..."
He rolled his eyes. "You distract me. You know what, add that to your list of perfect flaws. You and your kisses and your hugs...it's distracting." Knowing there wasn't much else he could do anymore to save breakfast, he turned back around and kissed England's cheek. "My bad. Sorry."
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Post by England on Jul 11, 2012 22:36:47 GMT -5
"My perfect flaws, you say?" England chuckled softly, hiding his smirk behind his hand. "Alright then. Your flawed perfection. I believe that sounds a lot stronger." They both didn't make any sense, but that didn't matter much at the current time. America was being amusing and adorable and absolutely lovely in his fumbling to get the right words, and England loved watching him do so.
He also loved how he awkwardly danced around the pan of burnt eggs and rolled his eyes. The fact that he'd wasted perfectly good rations somewhat irritated him, but he knew that it was indeed partly his fault -distractions, like America had said-, so he didn't mention it.
"It's alright. I'm sure the Nations will be so sleepy, they won't even notice." he smirked, trying to suppress it in vain. "You've been very good to me, so how about I just tell everyone I decided to make breakfast today and was distracted and burned the food?" He never lied, usually, but... this wasn't as much lying as it was twisting the truth. Twisting it very far. "If I tell them it won't happen again, they'll be fine. South Korea will probably complain, but that's to be expected." he chuckled and slid his hand gently into America's. "Don't worry. It's also my fault, so now we know not to be alone together in a kitchen anymore."
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Post by America on Jul 11, 2012 23:13:26 GMT -5
"Flawed perfection. I like that." America nodded, finally glancing down at his burnt hand. Luckily, it wasn't bad at all- a bit red, but nothing too serious. He looked at the eggs once more, narrowing his eyes at the black smoke rising from them. If only he could have taken them off the stove before he decided to kiss England. Everything would have been a helluva a lot simpler. But, no, he obviously didn't think whatsoever.
With a sigh, America shook his head. "Nah. I'm not gonna put you in a position like that when it really wasn't your fault this time. I'll just explain that we were trying to cook together and it, ah...didn't exactly work out the way I wanted it to." He gave a nervous chuckle. "Close enough, right?" He didn't know if anyone else was aware of their relationship, so it shouldn't raise too many eyebrows- they were in the kitchen, they fought, food burned, simple as that.
Squeezing the hand that slid into his own, America leaned in for another kiss, not really able to get enough of England. "We're so totally gonna be alone in the kitchen as much as I want," he said, then backtracked and said, "As much as we want. 'Course, we really won't be cooking from now on. Not when we're both in here alone, anyway."
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Post by England on Jul 13, 2012 21:19:29 GMT -5
"Whatever you think won't make too many questions arise." England shrugged. "You know, it's not going to be very productive if we keep doing this." he didn't resist, though, and let himself slide a bit closer to America. "Especially if we start making a habit of this everywhere we end up together." he then blushed as he imagined being held like this 24/7, and had to admit that it didn't sound too bad at all.
If only they didn't have an entire planet to save.
When all this was over, he wanted to somehow inconspicuously end up cuddled in bed with America for hours and hours upon end. And pretend it hadn't been premeditated since the day they'd ended up burning breakfast in the kitchen because of all their snogging.
"Not that doing this all the time would be appropriate." he suddenly cleared his throat, very much aware of how red he was getting in the face. "There would be time and places, but we certainly mustn't shirk our duties to get a moment like this together." He would give anything, really, to get moments like these, but his sense of responsibility dictated otherwise.
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Post by America on Jul 13, 2012 21:45:01 GMT -5
"Since when am I productive?" America teased. Actually, he believed himself to be a pretty productive guy, but- "Wait, lemme rephrase that. Since when am I productive when you're around?" There. That made a lot more sense to him. Even before he loved England and was able to kiss him in a kitchen (he still couldn't believe his luck), they never got much done. They were always fighting and putting down what the other thought and whatnot. Kissing was a much better alternative, though. Totally something America would be able to live with.
He was busy imaging a world where they could kiss as much as they wanted without burning anything when England spoke up again. Glancing over at his red face, America couldn't help but smile. "Sure, sure. Appropriate time and places, gotcha." He winked. "And I'm totally gonna make time and we'll find places and we can take an hour or two off every so often and just spend some alone time together without ruining any eggs."
He didn't regret burning those eggs in favor of kissing England. The other countries might, but America could really care less about the eggs.
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Post by England on Jul 14, 2012 9:54:31 GMT -5
England looked at him a little longer, as if doubting his words. He had no doubt in his mind that America would find the most opportune (and inopportune) moments to grab him and kiss him before running away again, but he didn't want any distractions. If kissing had led them to burning eggs on the kitchen, what would happen in they kissed somewhere else? On a mission? On the battlefield? Just an impulsive, spur-of-the-moment kind of thing? It would be dangerous, and could possibly endanger the both of them and the other nations, just for the sake of that one moment of bliss.
The battlefield is no place for romance, and every breath they took was a part of the fight. They couldn't afford to give themselves any leeway, not when every second was a struggle to survive. Not outside on the battlefield, drenched in blood and bodily fluids, and not inside, in the kitchen, where everything was seemingly warm and safe, but in reality, was nothing but an illusion of a perfect moment frozen in time. They wouldn't find peace, and they wouldn't find any truly appropriate moments until this was all over with.
"When we win..." he started, mood dampened a little. "I want to kiss you without having to fear any kind of accident happening while we have our moment. Whether it's burning eggs, or..." Dying nations, destroyed worlds, grey skies and the end of humanity.
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Post by America on Jul 14, 2012 22:35:20 GMT -5
And America understood. If only everything was normal. If only they could steal kisses from each other without having to worry about zombies or infections or destruction or, hell, burnt eggs. If only they could just make time stand still for a few minutes and let their kisses clear all worries and doubts and fears from their minds. It would be perfect then. But, hey, they couldn't do that, and America wanted to make do with what he had.
"You're right," he stated, giving a nod of agreement. "It'd be awesome to just grab you and kiss you anytime I wanted to. But...ya know, accidents happen. This was one of them. Best we can do is learn from our mistakes. For example, I now know I shouldn't kiss you while we're making breakfast." He smiled softly. "'Course, I'm still allowed to stop you in the hallways and kiss you. Before we go to bed, I'll give you a hug. And, if you have patrol or if I have patrol, I'll make sure to tell you how much I love you before duty calls."
And it wasn't a Hollywood-worthy romance, but America thought it sounded wonderful. It was real. It wasn't anything he had to wish for, it was something he had. And so long as he loved England and England loved him, so long as they both knew they loved each other, they could handle going a little bit without physically showing it.
They both knew.
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Post by England on Jul 15, 2012 20:40:49 GMT -5
"You're an idiot half the time, and a sappy romantic the other half." England mumbled unclearly, his heart jumping with every word America said. It was nice to know that America had grown from this experience. It definitely wasn't the most pleasant, but they couldn't deny that a part of each and every one of them had changed after the infection had spread. Maybe America had changed the most. And while England found the newfound depth to his words extremely fascinating, he was sure he wouldn't be able to love America like he did if there wasn't the child inside of him throwing tantrums every now and then.
They were who they were, and there wouldn't really be changing that much.
"You know, I do admit that some part of me would be disappointed if you didn't seize moments like those." he rolled his eyes and nuzzled his cheek softly against his chest. "But let's not make any more plans and promises, since we've already got enough of those. Let's act them out, instead."
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Post by America on Jul 16, 2012 16:11:20 GMT -5
America grinned, wrapping his arms tightly around England. "Gotcha. We'll finish all of our plans first before creating any new ones." Considering how amazing and wonderful their plans had sounded when they made them, America was very much so looking forward to acting them all out. He didn't even care who long it might take to complete all the plans. They had eternity, anyway. America would gladly take everything slowly, preferring to keep each and every one of those memories on his mind until they were able to preform their next plan.
"What first?" he asked, running his hands up and down England's back. "What do you wanna do first? I'll do anything right now for you." Maybe England was right. Maybe America had turned into some sappy romantic down the road. He didn't realize he was one, but he didn't really mind becoming one. All the better to show England his love with, after all.
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Post by England on Jul 16, 2012 18:03:16 GMT -5
"Could a man get any cheesier?" England rolled his eyes, relaxing against America's broad chest and sighing as America's hands roamed the expanse of his back, his touch hot and comforting against his spine. "You're hopeless." he chuckled softly, with only hints of reproach in his voice.
"I think we should have tea by the fireplace before lights-out. And take some time to stargaze on a clear night. And I know there aren't many places to go, but we should go out sometimes. The warehouse does get stuffy after a while." he then gently pushed away from America and crossed his arms. "But first of all, we should wake the Nations and serve them their 5-star breakfast."
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Post by America on Jul 16, 2012 20:27:20 GMT -5
"But I'm your cheesy, hopeless man, aren't I?" America snickered as England pulled away from him, noticing the way he was standing. No matter how serious he was supposed to look, America thought he was utterly adorable. Of course, that was such a romantic and silly thing to think, but America couldn't help it. He had fallen pretty darn hard for the island nation. And he didn't regret it one bit.
"You have tea. I'll have coffee," America decided, grabbing the pan with the burnt eggs. And we can take it outside if you want. I think it'd be nice to drink some sugary coffee in the early hours of the morning and watch the sunrise. I remember doing it back home sometimes..." He trailed off, smiling happily at nothing, before snapping out of it in just a few seconds. "You wanna wake them? I'll fix the plates and...maybe there's a way I can hide all the burnt parts or something."
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Post by England on Jul 17, 2012 21:14:28 GMT -5
"That does sound very nice, although if we do this often, we'll only clog your arteries up even more..." England sighed and rolled his eyes, amused. He then gently shoved America and went for the cupboard. "And actually, I'd much rather if you went and woke the Nations up." England added, shaking his head. "I'll bring the plates and utensils out and leave them on the counter, and set it up so that serving breakfast can be quick and easy for everyone. I then have to go see if I can catch a signal to Europe on the radio. I must ask them what the status of the restocking expedition is, and how long we must scrape sustenance off the back of the refrigerator until we get some actual food around here." he eyed the burnt eggs and bacon dubiously and quickly tried to correct his connotation. "I-I mean, not that the breakfast you made isn't great as it is. It's barely even singed, don't worry." he fidgeted awkwardly, pulling the ceramic plates out and hauling them over to the counter.
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