England slowly put his liquor down. If he was going to find America, he would do it sober. He did not want to deal with the hang over…or the embarrassing events that happened when he got drunk. He sighed and left the pub to find America’s house.
England stepped somewhat nosily onto America’s front steps, and slowly raised his fist to knock. To think a simply action would be so hard. Before he could back out, he knock loudly on the door.
America hopped excitedly to the door and flung it open. He grinned wide when he saw England, “Hey, England! What’s up?” It had been some time sense the brit had visited him. He silently wished he had decided to clean house today instead of putting it off until tomorrow…
“America,” England breathed as he felt heat creep into his cheeks. “I came to see y-you,” he replied stepping past America. His house was still the same as it was many years ago; the only difference were the various electronics and gaming system. It may have been the alcohol or maybe even a placebo, but England was feeling a bit brave and—dare he say it—reckless. He turned around quickly and caught America’s lips with his own.
America’s eyes widened and he quickly shoved England away, “Wh-What do you think you’re doing? Is this a joke? Hahah… N-not funny. Or have you had too much to drink and thought I was a pretty girl?” This was very strange. And it was making him feel way too far out of his comfort zone.
(god sorry! fucking google chrome decided to be a bitch!)
(It happens. I always post to the wrong blog lol)
A blush creeped up on England’s cheeks. ‘What do I do, now?’ he thought. “I’m not drunk!” England replied adding a slight sway to his body. If America thought he was drunk, then let him. It’s better than the alternative. Rejection. Green eyes searched blue eyes for any hint of reciprocation. If there was any, England must’ve missed it he figured.
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