Is that all you were doing? You're not ten anymore Alfie. He put his arms on the table, and rested his head on them. The next thing he knew, England was out cold. He hadn't even made it t bed. When he woke, He was laying on the couch, a thick blanket over him, and a fluffy pillow under his head. America sat acros the room in an arm chair, playing a portable video game.
This was his kind America. Alfred glanced up. America closed the game, set it on a side table and went to the blond. And I couldn't lave you there. You're also really cute when you're sleeping.
America held him against his chest, and kissed his hair. It was usually England who did this, when America was scared, sad or lonely after a long day of work, or a scary ghost tory.
The American smiled faintly, thinking the same thing. You could make it up to me America smiled. America took a deep breath. I may have lied to you England sat up. America flinched. I'm actually secretly insecure So yes. He never talked about his feelings. Only completed fanfics will be listed. While I will sporadically update this blog as I clear out my drafts and asks, do not expect anymore regular updates.
Fluffy Favourites jywait :. Summary: England knows. England carefully arranged his expression into one of dismissive neutrality. America, oh, America. The special relationship between them seemed to be for the worst, for even as the relations between their countries strengthened, so had the feelings America held dearly for England.
And, England thought, watching the way America seemed to shyly edge closer to him as they walked, if it made America happy too, would be so wrong? Delusion was a tempting out to the mess England had blindly stumbled in, and continued despite his clumsiness.
England picked at his fries absentmindedly, drifting off to times once passed, when America was but a young child who had only looked at him with platonic affection. England hummed in acknowledgement, eyes following the movement of the people outside the store.
Would it not be perfect?
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