USUK/UKUS One Shots

Inauguration of 2021 (Fluff/Regular)

Warnings: Language. Politics. My own political opinions have seeped into this, so if you're a Trumpie you won't like this (also, what are you doing reading gay fanfic if you support Trump?) Modern events such as the attack on the Capitol, COVID-19, BLM, climate change, international relations, fighting systematic racism and homophobia, etc.

January 20, 2021- Washington D.C.

"England! England, wake up!"

England groaned, cracking open an eye. His husband was leaning over him, straddling his waist and grinning as brightly as the sun that was coming through the window of the D.C. brownstone.

"What?" England asked, propping himself up on one of his elbows and letting his other hand rest on America's hip.

"It's morning!" He chirped.

"What have I told you about waking me up in the mornings?"

"Not to do it unless breakfast is ready or you asked me to. But today is a special day! Guess what day it is, Iggy? Go on- guess!"

He chuckled. "I don't need to. I know today's Inauguration Day. You've been talking about it all week and you have a countdown on the fridge."

"Exactly! Babe, it's Inauguration Day! Come on, get up! We have to get ready!" He exclaimed, wiggling with excitement before rolling off him and scampering to the bathroom, putting his glasses on as he went.

England watched him leave, sighing. He didn't really want to attend the Inauguration. After all, there were a lot of important papers piled on his desk that he needed to get to, but America would come to his swearing-ins when he happened to be in London, and he'd been extended an official invitation by the President-Elect himself. It'd be rude not to go. Besides, when America was so exuberant, it was hard to be in a foul mood.

Tiredly, he lugged himself out of bed and headed to the bathroom where America was brushing his teeth and dancing around, blaring some pop song England had never heard before off his Bluetooth speaker. And god, if he wasn't adorable when he hopped up on the counter and swung his legs.

England wet his toothbrush and couldn't help but sway to the music a little when he began brushing his teeth.

"It's Inauguration Day, England!" America declared after he spat out some toothpaste and began rinsing his mouth.

"Yes, love, I know. You've mentioned it multiple times already," England replied, turning on the faucet to wash his face. He slathered shaving cream onto his skin and began dragging his razor over his jaw, rinsing the blade periodically under the running water.

America leaned his head back against the mirror and sang along to the song.

"What song is this, anyway?" England asked.

"Brand New by Ben Rector. Haven't you heard it?"

"No."

He hummed. "Yeah. I found it on TikTok, so since you don't have that app, it makes sense that you wouldn't know it. You really should get TikTok, you know. Then you wouldn't fall for all the trending pranks I pull on you."

"One of these days, your profile is going to cause an international scandal."

"You're just a grouchy old man. How can you be cranky when it's Inauguration Day? Trump is finally going to leave. These have been the worst four years ever! He's the shittiest boss ever, too! He always either wouldn't let me do anything and then he fucked everything up or he refused to do his job and I had to do it. No cooperation, no 'Hey, America, you're like 400 and something, so what do you think about this tariff?' Nothing! I was so lonely, Iggy. We weren't best buds at all like I was with Barack."