(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.
America laughed nervously. Of course England was drunk. That’s the only reason he would ever act this way. ”Hey. Come on. If you’re that far gone then you can crash in the guest room.” He wrapped his arm around the other’s waist to support him. ”Here, I’ll help you get there.” Carefully, he guided England to the guest room. ‘Man this is awkward…’
England felt the warmth from America’s arm around his waist. It was warm just like the sunniest parts of the United States. England’s body absorbed the heat that he had been missing since it’s been raining for a couple of days in his own country. He plopped on to the bed and whispered, “America…I miss how close we were…” Then his thoughts drifted back to the past. England’s glory days. Back when he was an empire and the sun never set on it.
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