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heroescutiesTitle: Happy Accidents (3/4) [Previous Chapters][FF.net link]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: America/England, Allied Forces (China, France, Russia)
Word Count: 2,747
Summary: After injuring himself in the most ridiculous of ways, America is laid up in the hospital during WWII. While there, he's visited by the other allies and a rather reluctant England. [Chapter 3: In which America is a hero who stands on his injured ankle, France drops in (literally) and Russia makes a visit]
Notes: A continuation of sorts for the beginning strip of Lietuvis in which America trips and falls (bashing his head and injuring his leg) in excitement over ice cream.
Note, part 2: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
usxuk's Spring Fever Ficathon and the prompt "Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.- Robert Heimlein" Yes, I am finally going to finish this thing after months. I broke the final chapter into two parts, so expect the final part...sometime soon? *crosses fingers*
Several days had gone by, each night passing in roughly the same fashion. Some nights, they’d say nothing as they lie side by side. Other nights, America would prattle on for hours about how he missed some “awesome American radio show” and how he wanted to show England his new plane designs. But there had developed a mutual, albeit silent, understanding between them. Because just as sure as every night England would hesitate to even sit on the edge of the bed, America would always just quietly scoot over and pat the mattress- no taunts, no jibes, just a timid encouraging smile on his face.
There was something changing between them, a something neither of them dared even attempt to define; both just so thankful to be getting along as friends for the time being. And even if America didn’t quite realize that clutching England’s hand tightly might mean something, or that England still made a pointed note that he was only doing this to protect America from France and was always gone by morning, there was still no denying the fact that their relationship was changing, somehow.
But this morning, America had woken up just in time to see England reaching for the doorknob.
“Hey, England!”
He started at the voice, green eyes flickering over his shoulder and a scowl appearing on his face. America tried to repress a grin on noticing that England’s scowl had only just appeared, replacing an almost wistful smile that had been there moments before.
“Yes?”
“I’m going to be released today, right?”
England cleared his throat, crossing his arms as he turned to face America. “Well, it depends on a lot of factors but…”
“But if I’m all awesomely healed up, I can go right?” He nodded silently and America reached down to rub at his now cast-free leg that was wrapped in cloth bandages. He definitely felt ready to go. “Can you promise me something then?”
England’s expression softened, ever so slightly, and America wondered when he’d begun to notice these things. “It depends.”
“Once I’m outta here, and you think I’m feeling well enough for it, I wanna show you my awesome plane.”
The Briton rolled his eyes. “I’ve seen your plane, America.”
“Well, you haven’t been in any plane until you’ve been in my A-24!” America elucidated, his eyes lighting up as he spoke. “It’s a two-seater, so you’ve gotta come up in it with me. The slotted dive brakes on it are the best!”
Unbidden, a smile crept onto England’s face. “Really now?”
America sat up, gently swinging his legs over the edge of his bed as he pointed a finger right at England. “You have to promise me you'll come. It'll be just you, me and my plane, all alone with the sky!”
England’s face blossomed red at America’s choice of words, but he brushed it aside. He doesn’t mean it that way. He’s just unaware that interested- not that I’m interested- parties might take it that way.
“All right. I promise I'll come,” he replied, feeling his cheeks heat up again as the words rolled off his tongue. “Now if you don’t mind, I would like to go freshen up. China should be here soon to make sure France doesn’t cause any trouble.”
America grinned. “Okay. See ya later, England.”
England waved back over his shoulder, still trying to will down his blush, “Yes, of course.”
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He had been waiting for this moment. The moment when England left the room and the door clicked closed behind him. Listening very closely to the muffled conversation out in the hall, China and England's voices echoing through the air ducts, France made his move.
Quietly, stealthily, and well, as eloquently as he could manage, France dropped down from the air vent in the ceiling directly onto America's bed.
"Fra-" America's yell was stifled as the Frenchman clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Hush now. I promise you, my dear friend, I am not here for unscrupulous reasons. I merely wish to talk."
America turned his head to look at France. Okay, so the guy was covered in dust and cobwebs, but otherwise, he did indeed look very serious.
Hoping he wasn't about to regret it, America nodded his consent. France removed his hand and smiled.
"Merci. I must admit, Amérique, you are a tricky one to get alone."
America crossed his arms, already dreading where this conversation was going. "Look France, I can totally kick your ass right now if you try anything. And England's probably down the hallway so..."
"Ah yes, England is very protective of you," France said, shifting on the bed so he could sit side by side with America. "It was kind of you to invite him on a date for all his hard work. Even if you are wasted on such a hideous excuse for a country, I am most pleased to hear that you two are finally getting somewhere."
"England isn't ugly! Jeez, you act like he's some..."
Blue eyes went wide as America's brain came to a screeching halt. It was like a mental traffic jam as the words hit him one by one.
England. Date. Finally getting somewhere.
He felt his face heating up and cursed inwardly.
"It's not..." America's feeble retort died on his lips as France leveled him with a firm look.
"Not like you haven't been dreaming about him? Not like you haven't missed him? Hmm?" France sighed as America went brighter red. In some ways, he was still so naive.
Patting his arm, he smiled. "America, I know you quite well. We’ve been close for quite some time, no? I've seen your heartbroken actions, the way you tried to erase everything British from your culture. Now while I would generally encourage removing all traces of that culture, you must admit, it was rather like a spurned lover burning old love letters."
"France, I…"
"Non. Let me talk, mon chéri." France turned towards America, placing his hands on his shoulders. Despite the smudges of dirt on his uniform, and the cobwebs still in his hair from his crawl through the vents, the Frenchman looked very serious. "Even if you still want to deny this, you feelings for him, you cannot deny that after this war is over your name will be so heavily tied to his. It is already happening in the news everywhere, how they talk of America coming to stand aside Great Britain in these dire times. And do not get me started on how close your bosses have become. Times are changing and neither of you can let your past matters stop it."
"But England is..."
France rolled his eyes and repressed a laugh. "Are you seriously going to tell me that England hates you, no, even dare tell me he doesn't like you after he's spent the last few nights in your bed?"
America remained silent. He could see what France was saying, see the truth in it, and there just wasn't any retort. After a brief moment, he sighed. Leaning forward, he rested his head against France's shoulder.
"Damnit France, you still know me too well."
Smiling, France patted him on the back. "You know I hold you in high esteem, mon chéri, but sometimes you need big brother France's advice."
America laughed. "I'm not taking all your advice France. Especially not about England."
"What?" He leaned back, looking mock-scandalized. "Are you saying that my less-than-favorable view of that Brit would mean I would steer you wrong?"
He leveled France a look and they both broke into a smile. France stood and offered his hand. "Good luck with him, America."
After a moment's hesitation, he reached out and shook it. "Thanks. I'll probably need it."
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France had left almost as mysteriously and abruptly as he’d come. On hearing China’s voice outside the door, he’d bidden America farewell and left via the window. America wasn’t quite sure how France was planning on scaling down from the third story of the building, but after not hearing any screams or crashes, he supposed the other country was okay.
China entered moments later, obviously unaware of America’s visitor moments before. He did find it odd that America was leaning by the window, and quickly rushed over to make sure he wasn’t straining his ankle.
“Aiyah! The moment you got your cast off, it’s been such a chore to make you rest, aru,” the Asian nation reprimanded.
America cracked a smile and let China lead him back over to his bed. “I’m fine, China. Really.”
Frowning, China bent down and gripped America’s ankle. He winced, sucking in a sharp breath in pain.
“Fine enough to be released, aru. But that does not mean that your body has fully healed itself.”
America sighed, running a hand up through his hair. “I’m just…” he huffed. “I’m tired of being a burden, ya know?”
Smiling, China placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “No one will begrudge you time to heal.” America started to open his mouth in protest, but China cut him off. “Not even England, aru,” he said firmly. “You can be released today, but you must still take things easy, aru.”
Nodding, America flopped back onto his bed. From his bed stand, the plush panda toppled forward onto his face. America chuckled. “Silly thing…”
China sat beside him with a smug smirk gracing his lips. “I take it my gift has done its job, aru.”
America blinked, clutching the panda to his chest and staring up at China. “Huh?”
“America, it would take an ignorant man to not see that you and England are on much better terms now, aru. Doesn’t that make you happier?”
Beady black eyes peered down at America from the plush that he was now holding up over his face. He frowned at the panda. If there was one thing he learned pretty quickly on setting up an alliance with China, it was that you really couldn’t keep anything from the guy. And heck, hadn’t that been all that China and now even France had been telling him this whole time? Just little comments about him having a good day and seeming in better spirits, in which England’s name was always laced. Oh, and like America could forget. England being his protector.
“America, are you listening to me, aru?” China queried.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Hey China?”
“Yes?”
Sitting up a bit, he clutched the panda back to his chest and slouched a little. Meeting China’s eyes he took a deep breath, exhaling it in such a way that his hair fluttered in the self-created breeze.
“Do you think England’s happier now too?”
A question to answer a question, but he knew China was smart enough to catch the admission that England did make him happier hidden in his words. China just smiled in that gentle, reassuring way.
“Haven’t you noticed, aru? While I might have just gifted you with that one panda of happiness, it honestly seems that both of you are the better for it, aru.”
Blushing a bit at that, America rubbed the back of his neck. “Really?”
China stood, giving America a pat on the shoulder as he did so. “Trust me, aru. Now I’m going to get you some breakfast while you change into your clothes. Do you want rice congee again or what the hospital is serving, aru?”
America bit his lip, torn between two unfavorable choices. Forcing a smile, he replied. “Either one is fine. Thanks China!”
As the Asian nation left the room, America sighed and looked to where his clean uniform was sitting out on a chair for him. Setting aside the plush panda, he patted it on the head.
“Well, let’s hope your magic holds out a bit longer little guy.”
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Okay. This was it. He was going to be so totally awesome and heroic looking that England would be floored by how…awesome and heroic looking he was. His suit was pressed and he was ready to be released from the hospital and get back to work. When America heard footsteps coming down the hallway, he took a deep breath.
Shakily standing up, he tentatively put his weight on his weight on his injured ankle. He winced. But! He was a hero, and he would be perfectly a-okay without crutches. Heroes didn’t need crutches!
A soft knock sounded on his door and America did his best to erase any sign of discomfort from his face. He wanted England to see him standing proud and tall; ready to get back to work.
At the thought of the Briton, France’s and China’s words came rushing back to him. America felt his chest tighten. He wanted England to be proud of him, he knew that. Heck, he’d even had a dream just the night before in which England had called him “my brave hero” before he’d….
America went scarlet and his lips tingled with the memory of a kiss that had never happened in reality.
Putting forth his bravest voice, he called out as the visitor knocked again.
“Come in!”
He wouldn’t admit that his heart sunk when it wasn’t England that opened the door. Well, all right, he would definitely admit that he wasn’t excited to see Russia standing there with an unreadable smile on his lips.
“Ah, I see you are doing better, yes?” Russia asked, managing to sound vaguely disappointed while still smiling sweetly.
America gritted his teeth and stood firm. “Russia, how…” I hoped you wouldn’t visit again. “…good of you to come.”
The two nations didn’t move, silently smiling while unpleasant tension permeated the room. Finally, Russia broke it, turning to call out into the hallway. “You can bring it in now.”
Three other nations filed in, the smallest shaking as he pushed a cart laden with a dinner tray. But America’s eyes went straight to the brown-haired country on the left.
“Lithuania!” he called out, forgetting his ankle completely as he launched himself forward at his friend.
Thankfully, for both of them, Lithuania caught America before he went tumbling to the ground. Smiling widely, America hugged him. “I’m so glad to see you! You’re doing awesomely, right? Anything I can do for you?”
Lithuania cast an uneasy glance over his shoulder at Russia before timidly returning America’s smile. “I’m fine, Mister America.”
“A-mer-i-ca,” he enunciated, sounding more endeared than irritated. “That’s no need to be so formal with me, remember? We’re friends, right?”
Once again, Lithuania looked to Russia and he took a few steps away from him and his piercing gaze. “Of course, Mi- America.”
He turned to the others with him, the taller giving him a nod before interjecting.
“Mister Russia,” Estonia spoke up. “Perhaps we can get you that drink you wanted from the cafeteria downstairs.”
Russia perked up at this, removing his heavy hand from where he’d been pushing down on Latvia’s shoulder. “Ah. You think so, Estonia?”
Latvia meekly piped up. “I’m sure w-we could go a-ask. But you’d best come t-to make sure.”
A slight frown tugged at his lips before Russia locked eyes with Lithuania and his eerie smile returned. “You will wait here for us, yes Lithuania?”
He gulped. “O-Of course.”
Russia’s smile brightened. “Good. It would so terrible if any of us were separated.” Placing a hand back on Latvia’s trembling shoulder and one on Estonia’s shoulder, he edged them forward. “Come now. Let’s get that drink, yes?”
As the door swung closed behind them, Lithuania sighed in relief. “I’m so sorry about this, America. You know how Mister Russia can be.”
America’s lips formed into a pout and gave the other nation firm look. “Hey. You’re really okay right? I haven’t heard much from you, so what’s been up?”
Lithuania smiled, gently leading America over to the bed. As he sat, America joined him. “You really want to know?”
Grinning America, nodded. “Of course! England should be back soon, so…”
“Ah, England and you are…?” Lithuania asked hopefully. He remembered all too well how they’d danced around each other during his years with America.
“We’re…” America paused, thinking. What was up with England and him? And unable to find a better way to put it, he decided that of all people, France had indeed said it best.
Fidgeting with his hands in his lap, and a blush staining his cheeks, America replied, “England and I are…finally getting somewhere, I think.”
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: America/England, Allied Forces (China, France, Russia)
Word Count: 2,747
Summary: After injuring himself in the most ridiculous of ways, America is laid up in the hospital during WWII. While there, he's visited by the other allies and a rather reluctant England. [Chapter 3: In which America is a hero who stands on his injured ankle, France drops in (literally) and Russia makes a visit]
Notes: A continuation of sorts for the beginning strip of Lietuvis in which America trips and falls (bashing his head and injuring his leg) in excitement over ice cream.
Note, part 2: Written for
usxuk's Spring Fever Ficathon and the prompt "Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.- Robert Heimlein" Yes, I am finally going to finish this thing after months. I broke the final chapter into two parts, so expect the final part...sometime soon? *crosses fingers*Several days had gone by, each night passing in roughly the same fashion. Some nights, they’d say nothing as they lie side by side. Other nights, America would prattle on for hours about how he missed some “awesome American radio show” and how he wanted to show England his new plane designs. But there had developed a mutual, albeit silent, understanding between them. Because just as sure as every night England would hesitate to even sit on the edge of the bed, America would always just quietly scoot over and pat the mattress- no taunts, no jibes, just a timid encouraging smile on his face.
There was something changing between them, a something neither of them dared even attempt to define; both just so thankful to be getting along as friends for the time being. And even if America didn’t quite realize that clutching England’s hand tightly might mean something, or that England still made a pointed note that he was only doing this to protect America from France and was always gone by morning, there was still no denying the fact that their relationship was changing, somehow.
But this morning, America had woken up just in time to see England reaching for the doorknob.
“Hey, England!”
He started at the voice, green eyes flickering over his shoulder and a scowl appearing on his face. America tried to repress a grin on noticing that England’s scowl had only just appeared, replacing an almost wistful smile that had been there moments before.
“Yes?”
“I’m going to be released today, right?”
England cleared his throat, crossing his arms as he turned to face America. “Well, it depends on a lot of factors but…”
“But if I’m all awesomely healed up, I can go right?” He nodded silently and America reached down to rub at his now cast-free leg that was wrapped in cloth bandages. He definitely felt ready to go. “Can you promise me something then?”
England’s expression softened, ever so slightly, and America wondered when he’d begun to notice these things. “It depends.”
“Once I’m outta here, and you think I’m feeling well enough for it, I wanna show you my awesome plane.”
The Briton rolled his eyes. “I’ve seen your plane, America.”
“Well, you haven’t been in any plane until you’ve been in my A-24!” America elucidated, his eyes lighting up as he spoke. “It’s a two-seater, so you’ve gotta come up in it with me. The slotted dive brakes on it are the best!”
Unbidden, a smile crept onto England’s face. “Really now?”
America sat up, gently swinging his legs over the edge of his bed as he pointed a finger right at England. “You have to promise me you'll come. It'll be just you, me and my plane, all alone with the sky!”
England’s face blossomed red at America’s choice of words, but he brushed it aside. He doesn’t mean it that way. He’s just unaware that interested- not that I’m interested- parties might take it that way.
“All right. I promise I'll come,” he replied, feeling his cheeks heat up again as the words rolled off his tongue. “Now if you don’t mind, I would like to go freshen up. China should be here soon to make sure France doesn’t cause any trouble.”
America grinned. “Okay. See ya later, England.”
England waved back over his shoulder, still trying to will down his blush, “Yes, of course.”
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He had been waiting for this moment. The moment when England left the room and the door clicked closed behind him. Listening very closely to the muffled conversation out in the hall, China and England's voices echoing through the air ducts, France made his move.
Quietly, stealthily, and well, as eloquently as he could manage, France dropped down from the air vent in the ceiling directly onto America's bed.
"Fra-" America's yell was stifled as the Frenchman clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Hush now. I promise you, my dear friend, I am not here for unscrupulous reasons. I merely wish to talk."
America turned his head to look at France. Okay, so the guy was covered in dust and cobwebs, but otherwise, he did indeed look very serious.
Hoping he wasn't about to regret it, America nodded his consent. France removed his hand and smiled.
"Merci. I must admit, Amérique, you are a tricky one to get alone."
America crossed his arms, already dreading where this conversation was going. "Look France, I can totally kick your ass right now if you try anything. And England's probably down the hallway so..."
"Ah yes, England is very protective of you," France said, shifting on the bed so he could sit side by side with America. "It was kind of you to invite him on a date for all his hard work. Even if you are wasted on such a hideous excuse for a country, I am most pleased to hear that you two are finally getting somewhere."
"England isn't ugly! Jeez, you act like he's some..."
Blue eyes went wide as America's brain came to a screeching halt. It was like a mental traffic jam as the words hit him one by one.
England. Date. Finally getting somewhere.
He felt his face heating up and cursed inwardly.
"It's not..." America's feeble retort died on his lips as France leveled him with a firm look.
"Not like you haven't been dreaming about him? Not like you haven't missed him? Hmm?" France sighed as America went brighter red. In some ways, he was still so naive.
Patting his arm, he smiled. "America, I know you quite well. We’ve been close for quite some time, no? I've seen your heartbroken actions, the way you tried to erase everything British from your culture. Now while I would generally encourage removing all traces of that culture, you must admit, it was rather like a spurned lover burning old love letters."
"France, I…"
"Non. Let me talk, mon chéri." France turned towards America, placing his hands on his shoulders. Despite the smudges of dirt on his uniform, and the cobwebs still in his hair from his crawl through the vents, the Frenchman looked very serious. "Even if you still want to deny this, you feelings for him, you cannot deny that after this war is over your name will be so heavily tied to his. It is already happening in the news everywhere, how they talk of America coming to stand aside Great Britain in these dire times. And do not get me started on how close your bosses have become. Times are changing and neither of you can let your past matters stop it."
"But England is..."
France rolled his eyes and repressed a laugh. "Are you seriously going to tell me that England hates you, no, even dare tell me he doesn't like you after he's spent the last few nights in your bed?"
America remained silent. He could see what France was saying, see the truth in it, and there just wasn't any retort. After a brief moment, he sighed. Leaning forward, he rested his head against France's shoulder.
"Damnit France, you still know me too well."
Smiling, France patted him on the back. "You know I hold you in high esteem, mon chéri, but sometimes you need big brother France's advice."
America laughed. "I'm not taking all your advice France. Especially not about England."
"What?" He leaned back, looking mock-scandalized. "Are you saying that my less-than-favorable view of that Brit would mean I would steer you wrong?"
He leveled France a look and they both broke into a smile. France stood and offered his hand. "Good luck with him, America."
After a moment's hesitation, he reached out and shook it. "Thanks. I'll probably need it."
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France had left almost as mysteriously and abruptly as he’d come. On hearing China’s voice outside the door, he’d bidden America farewell and left via the window. America wasn’t quite sure how France was planning on scaling down from the third story of the building, but after not hearing any screams or crashes, he supposed the other country was okay.
China entered moments later, obviously unaware of America’s visitor moments before. He did find it odd that America was leaning by the window, and quickly rushed over to make sure he wasn’t straining his ankle.
“Aiyah! The moment you got your cast off, it’s been such a chore to make you rest, aru,” the Asian nation reprimanded.
America cracked a smile and let China lead him back over to his bed. “I’m fine, China. Really.”
Frowning, China bent down and gripped America’s ankle. He winced, sucking in a sharp breath in pain.
“Fine enough to be released, aru. But that does not mean that your body has fully healed itself.”
America sighed, running a hand up through his hair. “I’m just…” he huffed. “I’m tired of being a burden, ya know?”
Smiling, China placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “No one will begrudge you time to heal.” America started to open his mouth in protest, but China cut him off. “Not even England, aru,” he said firmly. “You can be released today, but you must still take things easy, aru.”
Nodding, America flopped back onto his bed. From his bed stand, the plush panda toppled forward onto his face. America chuckled. “Silly thing…”
China sat beside him with a smug smirk gracing his lips. “I take it my gift has done its job, aru.”
America blinked, clutching the panda to his chest and staring up at China. “Huh?”
“America, it would take an ignorant man to not see that you and England are on much better terms now, aru. Doesn’t that make you happier?”
Beady black eyes peered down at America from the plush that he was now holding up over his face. He frowned at the panda. If there was one thing he learned pretty quickly on setting up an alliance with China, it was that you really couldn’t keep anything from the guy. And heck, hadn’t that been all that China and now even France had been telling him this whole time? Just little comments about him having a good day and seeming in better spirits, in which England’s name was always laced. Oh, and like America could forget. England being his protector.
“America, are you listening to me, aru?” China queried.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Hey China?”
“Yes?”
Sitting up a bit, he clutched the panda back to his chest and slouched a little. Meeting China’s eyes he took a deep breath, exhaling it in such a way that his hair fluttered in the self-created breeze.
“Do you think England’s happier now too?”
A question to answer a question, but he knew China was smart enough to catch the admission that England did make him happier hidden in his words. China just smiled in that gentle, reassuring way.
“Haven’t you noticed, aru? While I might have just gifted you with that one panda of happiness, it honestly seems that both of you are the better for it, aru.”
Blushing a bit at that, America rubbed the back of his neck. “Really?”
China stood, giving America a pat on the shoulder as he did so. “Trust me, aru. Now I’m going to get you some breakfast while you change into your clothes. Do you want rice congee again or what the hospital is serving, aru?”
America bit his lip, torn between two unfavorable choices. Forcing a smile, he replied. “Either one is fine. Thanks China!”
As the Asian nation left the room, America sighed and looked to where his clean uniform was sitting out on a chair for him. Setting aside the plush panda, he patted it on the head.
“Well, let’s hope your magic holds out a bit longer little guy.”
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Okay. This was it. He was going to be so totally awesome and heroic looking that England would be floored by how…awesome and heroic looking he was. His suit was pressed and he was ready to be released from the hospital and get back to work. When America heard footsteps coming down the hallway, he took a deep breath.
Shakily standing up, he tentatively put his weight on his weight on his injured ankle. He winced. But! He was a hero, and he would be perfectly a-okay without crutches. Heroes didn’t need crutches!
A soft knock sounded on his door and America did his best to erase any sign of discomfort from his face. He wanted England to see him standing proud and tall; ready to get back to work.
At the thought of the Briton, France’s and China’s words came rushing back to him. America felt his chest tighten. He wanted England to be proud of him, he knew that. Heck, he’d even had a dream just the night before in which England had called him “my brave hero” before he’d….
America went scarlet and his lips tingled with the memory of a kiss that had never happened in reality.
Putting forth his bravest voice, he called out as the visitor knocked again.
“Come in!”
He wouldn’t admit that his heart sunk when it wasn’t England that opened the door. Well, all right, he would definitely admit that he wasn’t excited to see Russia standing there with an unreadable smile on his lips.
“Ah, I see you are doing better, yes?” Russia asked, managing to sound vaguely disappointed while still smiling sweetly.
America gritted his teeth and stood firm. “Russia, how…” I hoped you wouldn’t visit again. “…good of you to come.”
The two nations didn’t move, silently smiling while unpleasant tension permeated the room. Finally, Russia broke it, turning to call out into the hallway. “You can bring it in now.”
Three other nations filed in, the smallest shaking as he pushed a cart laden with a dinner tray. But America’s eyes went straight to the brown-haired country on the left.
“Lithuania!” he called out, forgetting his ankle completely as he launched himself forward at his friend.
Thankfully, for both of them, Lithuania caught America before he went tumbling to the ground. Smiling widely, America hugged him. “I’m so glad to see you! You’re doing awesomely, right? Anything I can do for you?”
Lithuania cast an uneasy glance over his shoulder at Russia before timidly returning America’s smile. “I’m fine, Mister America.”
“A-mer-i-ca,” he enunciated, sounding more endeared than irritated. “That’s no need to be so formal with me, remember? We’re friends, right?”
Once again, Lithuania looked to Russia and he took a few steps away from him and his piercing gaze. “Of course, Mi- America.”
He turned to the others with him, the taller giving him a nod before interjecting.
“Mister Russia,” Estonia spoke up. “Perhaps we can get you that drink you wanted from the cafeteria downstairs.”
Russia perked up at this, removing his heavy hand from where he’d been pushing down on Latvia’s shoulder. “Ah. You think so, Estonia?”
Latvia meekly piped up. “I’m sure w-we could go a-ask. But you’d best come t-to make sure.”
A slight frown tugged at his lips before Russia locked eyes with Lithuania and his eerie smile returned. “You will wait here for us, yes Lithuania?”
He gulped. “O-Of course.”
Russia’s smile brightened. “Good. It would so terrible if any of us were separated.” Placing a hand back on Latvia’s trembling shoulder and one on Estonia’s shoulder, he edged them forward. “Come now. Let’s get that drink, yes?”
As the door swung closed behind them, Lithuania sighed in relief. “I’m so sorry about this, America. You know how Mister Russia can be.”
America’s lips formed into a pout and gave the other nation firm look. “Hey. You’re really okay right? I haven’t heard much from you, so what’s been up?”
Lithuania smiled, gently leading America over to the bed. As he sat, America joined him. “You really want to know?”
Grinning America, nodded. “Of course! England should be back soon, so…”
“Ah, England and you are…?” Lithuania asked hopefully. He remembered all too well how they’d danced around each other during his years with America.
“We’re…” America paused, thinking. What was up with England and him? And unable to find a better way to put it, he decided that of all people, France had indeed said it best.
Fidgeting with his hands in his lap, and a blush staining his cheeks, America replied, “England and I are…finally getting somewhere, I think.”
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Date: 2009-11-26 01:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-13 04:39 pm (UTC)Finally America and England are 'getting somewhere'...
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Date: 2009-11-13 05:08 pm (UTC)Really, you write so well! And I was wondering when Russia would show up again XD
Can't wait for the last part!
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Date: 2009-11-13 08:45 pm (UTC)I love how both France and China can both clearly see what America's oblivious to (as oblivious as you can get when you keep on having dreams about kissing a certain someone, anyway), and how you included Lithuania's friendship with America. Can't wait for the next part!
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Date: 2009-11-26 01:36 am (UTC)And yes, I have such a soft-spot for Liet+America friendship, so I had to get it in there. Glad you enjoyed it :)
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Date: 2009-11-14 02:11 am (UTC)Y'know seeing China here made me realize its been awhile since I saw him in the anime. Missed that dude.
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Date: 2009-11-14 03:44 am (UTC)I really liked America's invitation to take England up in his plane when he was released. It was very sweet, but also very America. Everyone congratulating him on progressing with England was really nice, too. And, of course, I am extremely happy with the way you included Lithuania. I really love the friendship between the two.
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Date: 2009-11-14 09:30 am (UTC)I loved the scene with France. It was cool that despite everything, you can see that he really does care for America as a friend and wants him to be happy...even if he thinks he is crazy XD. And I want to know how France made it out that window, and through the vent actually. Your France is great. And so is your China. I loved him bring up the happiness panda again and how it is working.
I feel for poor America after getting all dressed up, and then Russia is there. And yay for the Baltics! America's reaction to Lithuania was so awesome and go Estonia and Latvia! I can't wait for the next chapter for more with them and the rest of this story. It's so good so far and I'm excited to see what is next! ♥
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