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heroescutiesTitle: One Friend to Count On
Pairing: America/England
Rating: G
Genre: Drama/Light-Romance
Word Count: 563
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lokichan2004's prompt post Battle of Britain
If he weren’t so exhausted, England was certain he’d be more shocked, or angry, or perhaps even pleased.
But after it was all over, when he saw that one of planes had gaudy red, white and blue nose art with the word “HERO” plastered across it, England knew immediately who the pilot was. It figured that of the American pilots that pretended to fight under other nationalities, only one would be so obviously and blatantly American.
“Bloody tosser,” he swore as the smugly grinning blonde swaggered over to him.
“Hmm, so there were how many awesome American pilots and they kicked how much ass?” The younger country asked, confidence oozing from him.
“All the pilots fought bravely and-” England cut himself off as the blonde in front of him pulled off his aviator cap and shook his hair loose. It stuck up now at odd angles as he pushed a hand through it. “I thought you weren’t going to help.”
America grinned wider, but there was a tentative edge to it now. “I’m a hero, it’s my job to help! So even if it’s a stodgy old empire who needs a helping hand, there will always be a few brave Americans who, even if they have to pretend to be-”
He trailed off as England stepped towards him, a slight limp to his walk.
“England…what- your leg…”
England winced, but his determination didn’t waver as he walked right up to the other country.
“It’s a bad war, America. But we aren’t weak and we aren’t going to lose. Germany won’t beat us.” He said it with such a steadfast and assured expression that America faltered for a moment.
“Look England, about those destroyers…”
“My country will fight this war with or without you, America.” England took another step forward, his gleaming green eyes never once leaving America’s blue ones. “We won’t fall. We will stand fast and strong like we always have.”
He stumbled on his last word, America reaching out to steady him. His smile softened as his hand still gripped England’s arm.
“I’d never imply someone as old and courageous and stupidly stubborn as you couldn’t hold your own, England.”
“Good.” He leveled America with a look. “Then I want one thing of you, America.”
America nodded. “Go on, I’m listening.”
“Right now, especially right now, there is one thing I’d like most.” England averted his eyes, his face flushing. “Because it’d be nice amidst all this chaos to know I had one friend to count on.”
“England, my boss wants…”
The green eyes were back, a firm gaze holding America’s own and challenging him. “I’m asking you, America. No one else. You fought under pretense of not even being from America; obviously you don’t always do just what your boss wants.”
America hesitated before finally taking England’s hand in his own. “O-Okay. But you’ll owe me.”
England smiled tentatively. “You’re such a spoiled brat.”
“Well…” America grinned. “Who do we have to blame for that?”
“Oh shut up,” England countered, but he was still smiling.
And as America guided England to a chair in the hangar and began fussing over his leg, England thought perhaps things might work out after all. Because even if it was a small start, he knew America wouldn’t let his boss or his people ignore his “friend” who “lived” in England during these dark times.
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Notes:
[1] The Battle of Britain was the first major campaign to be fought entirely by air forces. It was the largest and most sustained bombing campaign up until that date.
[2] There were only seven Americans who volunteered during this battle, all who lied about their nationalities to get around the various US Neutrality Acts.
[3] The Destroyers for Bases Agreement on September 2, 1940, transferred fifty destroyers from the United States Navy in exchange for land rights on British possessions.
Pairing: America/England
Rating: G
Genre: Drama/Light-Romance
Word Count: 563
Written For:
lokichan2004's prompt post Battle of BritainIf he weren’t so exhausted, England was certain he’d be more shocked, or angry, or perhaps even pleased.
But after it was all over, when he saw that one of planes had gaudy red, white and blue nose art with the word “HERO” plastered across it, England knew immediately who the pilot was. It figured that of the American pilots that pretended to fight under other nationalities, only one would be so obviously and blatantly American.
“Bloody tosser,” he swore as the smugly grinning blonde swaggered over to him.
“Hmm, so there were how many awesome American pilots and they kicked how much ass?” The younger country asked, confidence oozing from him.
“All the pilots fought bravely and-” England cut himself off as the blonde in front of him pulled off his aviator cap and shook his hair loose. It stuck up now at odd angles as he pushed a hand through it. “I thought you weren’t going to help.”
America grinned wider, but there was a tentative edge to it now. “I’m a hero, it’s my job to help! So even if it’s a stodgy old empire who needs a helping hand, there will always be a few brave Americans who, even if they have to pretend to be-”
He trailed off as England stepped towards him, a slight limp to his walk.
“England…what- your leg…”
England winced, but his determination didn’t waver as he walked right up to the other country.
“It’s a bad war, America. But we aren’t weak and we aren’t going to lose. Germany won’t beat us.” He said it with such a steadfast and assured expression that America faltered for a moment.
“Look England, about those destroyers…”
“My country will fight this war with or without you, America.” England took another step forward, his gleaming green eyes never once leaving America’s blue ones. “We won’t fall. We will stand fast and strong like we always have.”
He stumbled on his last word, America reaching out to steady him. His smile softened as his hand still gripped England’s arm.
“I’d never imply someone as old and courageous and stupidly stubborn as you couldn’t hold your own, England.”
“Good.” He leveled America with a look. “Then I want one thing of you, America.”
America nodded. “Go on, I’m listening.”
“Right now, especially right now, there is one thing I’d like most.” England averted his eyes, his face flushing. “Because it’d be nice amidst all this chaos to know I had one friend to count on.”
“England, my boss wants…”
The green eyes were back, a firm gaze holding America’s own and challenging him. “I’m asking you, America. No one else. You fought under pretense of not even being from America; obviously you don’t always do just what your boss wants.”
America hesitated before finally taking England’s hand in his own. “O-Okay. But you’ll owe me.”
England smiled tentatively. “You’re such a spoiled brat.”
“Well…” America grinned. “Who do we have to blame for that?”
“Oh shut up,” England countered, but he was still smiling.
And as America guided England to a chair in the hangar and began fussing over his leg, England thought perhaps things might work out after all. Because even if it was a small start, he knew America wouldn’t let his boss or his people ignore his “friend” who “lived” in England during these dark times.
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Notes:
[1] The Battle of Britain was the first major campaign to be fought entirely by air forces. It was the largest and most sustained bombing campaign up until that date.
[2] There were only seven Americans who volunteered during this battle, all who lied about their nationalities to get around the various US Neutrality Acts.
[3] The Destroyers for Bases Agreement on September 2, 1940, transferred fifty destroyers from the United States Navy in exchange for land rights on British possessions.
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