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Post by England on Aug 26, 2012 10:08:47 GMT -5
"I understand what you mean." England rolled his eyes. "Whenever you're ready." Alright, so it had been a few centuries since he'd last gotten any, but surprisingly enough, he didn't want to rush it. Especially in this situation, there was no time to get urges. He'd deal with those when the appropriate time came. "Until then, you're welcome to hold me when we sleep... but don't crush me, you daft fool! I have no desire to wake up bent over and aching everywhere!" he blushed and turned away, huffing indignantly.
Taking a few steps before America, he accelerated his pace, eager to do exactly as the younger one said- get back, finish his work, and go to bed already. His limbs were dragging heavily, and his mind only reminded him of the glorious image America had implanted within it: falling asleep and within the midst of a half-asleep consciousness, feeling arms around him, a warm body pressed against his back, and a fleeting kiss pressed to his cheek, and him not having any energy to do anything but press back and smile- a rare moment of weakness that he'd allow himself for the sake of his sanity.
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Post by America on Aug 26, 2012 20:37:05 GMT -5
Whenever he was ready...
Oh, geez. That just made him realize that England was probably a master when it came to sex. He probably did it with a lot of the countries at the warehouse, even. He certainly wasn't counting out France. Maybe Spain, even, with the whole 'pirate' thing they both had going on. And what the hell was he doing with someone as inexperienced as one of the world's greatest superpowers? It was kind of ridiculous, really. But, it did make America feel special. Out of all those countries who probably boasted great sex lives that England could have chosen, he went for one of the nations who never really had a relationship before.
He couldn't help but smile.
"Aw, I don't crush people I love!" America teased, feeling ten times more cheerful than he normally felt- which was actually saying quite a lot. He quickly went after England, walking alongside him and grinning like a complete idiot. "So we can cuddle tonight? It'll be warm and nice! And I'll whisper stupid pickup lines in your ear. I've been making them up, you know! So I can try 'em out and see which ones work and which ones don't, right?"
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Post by England on Aug 27, 2012 19:01:01 GMT -5
England's heart couldn't help but flip at how warm America's voice was. It felt like summer had already arrived whenever America spoke, and England, being such a self-proclaimed cold-hearted bastard, loved how warm America felt in contrast to him. That warmth was what drew him in. America was just so happy, and bubbly, and energetic- all the time- and never failed to up England's mood. It didn't matter that he was much much younger than him, or that he was most probably more inexperienced than him, America was just the right complimentary other half to England's soul.
"Just don't smother me. It might be cold outside, but I don't like feeling stuffy nor do I appreciate being cornered. Also, considering you're too big for your own bed, nevermind having us both in the same bed, I think we'll have to squat one of the sofas downstairs." he shrugged, his tone very flat and very informative. "Also, I don't think you'll need any of your cheesy pickup lines. I'm pretty sure none of them will work." he huffed, but then, not daring to face America, gently slid his hand into the other's grip. "Besides... it's not like you have to pick me up, I mean... I'm already here." he blushed and tightened his grip slightly on America's fingers to emphasize his point.
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Post by America on Aug 28, 2012 19:33:59 GMT -5
America laughed at that, his cheeks heating up just slightly. He liked England's sweet, muttered words, the ones America would have to strain a bit to hear. They were so heartwarming, so special, so just for him. No matter what, England would always be his and he would always be England's. He pressed himself closer to England, nudging his shoulder slightly in a playful manner. "Aww, but I worked hard on those!" he exclaimed. "I had a bunch of pick-up lines based off of fast foods!" McDonald's pick-up lines were always the best, after all. He planned to use one of them sooner or later, just to see how well it would go over with England.
"Mm, but maybe you're right. I didn't worm my way into your heart with pick-up lines." However, he wished that was how it played out. He hated going to sleep with the images of a motionless England on the bed. He never, ever, wanted to experience anything like that ever again. "Anyway, we're gonna call the sofa for tonight? Cool. I'll grab all the blankets and stuff while you finish work. And then can I help you? Just for a little bit?" It would go quicker with two people, and America was very much looking forward to cuddling on the couch with England.
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Post by England on Aug 30, 2012 20:18:57 GMT -5
To be honest, England wasn't too eager to hear what America had concocted this time. It was bound to be senseless, of course. But... well, it was America. England didn't mind what it was the boy said, because his charisma was something he'd always love. When it came down to idiocies like pick up lines based on food, England would just let the words filter through his ears and just concentrate on the sound of America's voice.
"You're already there, you idiot. You can't go any further." he mumbled, heart flipping in his heart, light as air. Did his steps have an extra bounce to them? England felt absolutely ridiculous now. What had love done to him? "You know, perhaps we can forgo work tonight. I mean, it's not like I need the report sent out tomorrow, or anything... I'll find some quiet time in the week to do that." his eyes darted from side to side as he took a few steps ahead of America, shoving his hands into his pockets. "A healthy life is all about balance. I... I'm not going to lose you over work."
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Post by America on Sept 1, 2012 9:27:03 GMT -5
America raised his eyebrows as England walked ahead of him. "You wouldn't ever lose me," he assured, staring at the back of the older nation. "I understand about all your work. I mean, you are the leader of the warehouse. It's only natural that you'd have a lot to do." He laughed, glancing up at the gray skies. "See, you're stuck with me again. I think we're, like, magnets or something. The ones that are attracted to each other. Someone pulled us apart for a little bit, but, over time, we come right back together."
And he knew that England probably didn't mind being stuck with him for life. Despite their arguments, despite their teasing, despite all their strange differences, he knew he would always love England and England would always love him.
[[this sucks but i couldn't think, fsajfka]]
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Post by England on Sept 2, 2012 9:51:58 GMT -5
"Thanks." England let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "I guess I'm glad you understand that some things are just priorities in life. I mean, not that you aren't important, or anything, but we have pressing matters to deal with every single day, and..." he let his sentence trail off, looking up at the sky and breathing deep. "When you think about it, the only reason all of us are here together is to fight the apocalypse. We aren't here to socialize and have tea parties, and all these bonds of friendship and otherwise are just byproducts of our hard work. So I guess it would make sense that work would take priority over socializing, because, well... That's what we're here for, right?" he looked to America, as if asking him to confirm.
True, they hadn't been sent all this way and been put in these less-than-accommodating conditions to sit down, have a chat and participate in team-building exercises. They were there to slaughter the undead, and that was their only purpose. Deep inside, England knew that all relationships, be it romantic or friendship, were uncalled for in their situation. Attachment was dangerous in these conditions. And it could grow to be distracting and detrimental to their goal. Nonetheless, England couldn't help but love America despite the risks, and encourage relationships between all the other nations. And it was wrong, bad, unnecessary. England had made a wonderful mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. "That's... That's the only thing we're here for, right?"
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Post by America on Sept 2, 2012 20:53:43 GMT -5
America shrugged. "I...I dunno," he muttered, unwilling to share England's same thoughts. He didn't believe this experience was to kill the zombies and nothing more. Sure, that's why they were sent here, but, to kill zombies, they'd have to get along, and getting along meant socializing. They actually had to befriend each other, learn to trust each other. But, then again, England had said that these were simply byproducts. They didn't come here to frolic and dance and have, as England would probably say (at least, based on what America knew from the British folk in movies), 'a jolly ol' time'. They were here to kill and kill and...act as mindless, murdering machines.
"No." America's voice rang out loudly. He blushed when he heard the echo, then, a bit quieter, repeated himself. "No. No, that isn't the only reason we're here. That's a dumb thing to believe." He smirked, giving a slight skip-hop-jump thing to stand beside England, the supplies in the fishing case rattling as he did so. "That's why they sent us out here, but no one, even countries, can survive with work as their top priority. That's all this is- a job. And, just like any job, we need to set aside some time for relationships and entertainment and shit. I mean, think about it..." He nudged England's shoulder. "What if I just said, 'Bye, Iggy, zombies are more important than you'." With a grin, he added, "If I had to choose between saving you or defeating the zombies, guess which one I'd choose?"
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Post by England on Sept 4, 2012 15:38:02 GMT -5
England couldn't help but smirk slightly up at him, though he acknowledged it as being a bit sadder than it should have been.
"I guess that's true. Work is still our top priority, because the sooner we're done, the sooner we can concentrate on other things. Nevertheless, one of the most important rules for surviving the apocalypse is entertaining yourself, because thinking about the imminent danger the entire time can be detrimental to your mental health and cause paranoia, obsession, and even madness. So I guess that's what we're doing, by being together. Keeping one another alive, and keeping one another sane."
England couldn't fathom having to face the apocalypse alone. Nobody could do it, nobody could survive the solitude of an empty space and the sound of his own voice as his only companion. England hated being alone.
"You wouldn't do that, knowing you so well. And with that hero complex, it wouldn't matter who's in trouble, you'd still put them first, over zombie killing. I guess that's what the world needs right now, though." he shrugged. "A hero."
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Post by America on Sept 4, 2012 19:31:41 GMT -5
Once England called him a hero, America's face lit up with complete and utter joy, his eyes shining brightly. He wasn't used to the other countries calling him the hero. He had dubbed himself as such, obviously, but no one else really caught on and referred to him as a hero. He was typically seen as the wannabe-hero, which was such a childish thing to be.
But now England, the most important thing in America's life, saw him as a true hero, as the hero America had always longed to be.
"The world always needs a hero!" he exclaimed, unable to hide that large, ridiculous grin on his face. "And I just play the part!" He laughed, managing to somehow keep his volume to a minimum. Gosh, he could hear England call him that all day. He almost felt like asking, but then he figured that would be just a little bit too weird.
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Post by England on Sept 7, 2012 20:53:35 GMT -5
"Yes, well, be sure to not just play the part for show, but actually get moving on that zombie killing as well." England grumbled, blushing. He always felt so embarrassed when America got worked up, as if he didn't want him to get excited over anything he ever said. But.... no, that wasn't quite right. England just felt so... important when America got so overjoyed about something he'd said. And, well, knowing he was so important in America's eyes, or at least giving himself that feeling, was a huge shock that punched him in the gut and left him speechless and breathless every single time. He'd never get used to the adoration in the younger nation's eyes.
Then again, he found that he didn't exactly mind. It was the simultaneous familiarity and unexplored wilderness in America's eyes that thrilled England so much. He'd never get enough of this man.
"Come now, pick up the pace, slowpoke." he cleared his throat in embarrassment before breaking out in a jog to distance himself a little, so that America wouldn't see how red he'd gotten. "Don't be left behind!"
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Post by America on Sept 7, 2012 22:50:13 GMT -5
America raised his eyebrows when England began jogging ahead. Well, that was certainly unfair, especially with all the equipment America had to carry around. "Hey, no fair!" he called out. "I've got all this stuff!" He looked down at his fishing supplies, then realized how stupid that statement was. He used to run with heavier supplies than this all the time. Why was he being a wuss? Or maybe he just liked pouting and seeing England's face. That was always an enjoyable experience, to see the soft features glance over at him, to see England's amused smile.
Jogging forward a little bit, too, America snorted. "You're a weirdo, Iggy. If I didn't know you any better, I'd say it was just that all British people are weirdos, but the normal ones are...well, they're normal, they just talk differently and eat weird stuff. I think you're the special one." And of course England was special. Both special to America and special from all other British folk, in his actual status as a nation and as a human being.
He was always special.
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Post by England on Sept 9, 2012 20:14:38 GMT -5
"It's nice to know you think I'm special." England snorted, rolling his eyes, and flicking America's shoulder when he reached his side. His jogs finally lowered to a fast walk, and then to a stop as he opened the control panel to the warehouse door, entering the security code. He then closed the protective plastic case over it and stepped back, waiting for the doors to slide open.
"So once you're done putting that fish in the freezer, maybe you should go take a warm shower. Also, if your toes and black and or blue, it's a bad sign and probably means that we have to cut them off to allow them to regenerate." England spoke as if it were nothing and then looked up at America with a challenging smirk. "Maybe next time, you'll think before putting your feet on thin ice. Or whatever it is you did to get your foot wet. Are all Americans irrational, or are you just special?"
No, America was most definitely a rare and special specimen. England couldn't seem to decide whether or not that was a good thing.
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Post by America on Sept 12, 2012 20:50:05 GMT -5
America clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Well, I usually hate admitting it, since I bet everyone already knows it, but I'm just special." He waited until the doors were fully open, welcoming the rush of warm air that escaped the premises of their warehouse (and it was their warehouse now, for they would all have to live here for a few years). A shower seemed perfect, though he really could do without cutting his toes off. He rather liked his toes.
"Well, you go ahead and take a warm shower, too, babe" he said, walking inside the warehouse and dragging England along with him. "Then we can get into some warm P.J.'s and cuddle all night!" Disregarding the fact that someone might have been watching (disregarding and not really caring), he swiftly reached over and pecked England on the lips before leaning back and ruffling the island nation's hair.
"Remember- no work for tonight! Got it? Just go take a shower and relax."
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Post by England on Sept 12, 2012 22:19:31 GMT -5
England followed America without a word, amused by his blabbering, and didn't say anything, either, when he kissed him (was someone looking? A quick glance around showed no proof of anybody paying attention to them, so England relaxed). By the time he was ready to return his kiss, though, America was already up and ruffling his hair, something the island nation condemned by swatting it away irritably.
"There is a minimum of work I have to do, you know. I can't just leave my responsibilities hanging like that." he started, thinking of the report he had to read, sign and send to Europe before the end of the week. That, amongst many other tasks he had yet to complete.
But then he looked up at America's smiling face, cheeks flushed, eyes twinkling and innocence shining in his expression, and he decided that Europe could wait a little while.
"Though... I guess I can stay inside and catch up on what I miss tonight later on..." he suggested, starting to pull his winter gear off and hanging it on the drying rack by the door. "Shower and pyjamas, then, love?"
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