USUK/UKUS One Shots

America's Week Off (Fluff/Regular)

IMPORTANT NOTES: I headcanon that Native America was America's mother who raised him until he was a young adult, then he joined colonial society. So when America talks about his colonial days, he was already a young adult then (when England met him). Also, this author does not condone touching historic items that you're not supposed to touch.

Warnings: Language, implied/referenced sexual content, historical references to war and punishments and unethical marriages, spoilers if you haven't seen the movie Titanic, very light angst

May 2018- London

Day Zero

England tapped his foot impatiently, glancing at his watch. London Heathrow was crowded with people bustling about with their luggage, backpacks, and families. Luckily, he'd chosen to wear sunglasses and a pageboy hat so that his citizens didn't recognize him, which was his only amenity in the place. Heathrow thrumming with life would normally make him happy, but at this moment, he was far too anxious to appreciate it.

The source of his anxiety finally exited the terminal. For some reason, America wasn't doing a thing to hide his identity, so he had a couple of people walking with him, talking excitedly.

Inwardly, England groaned. It was only a matter of time before people took notice of him, too, once he met up with America. Honestly, he was never picking him up from the airport again, friendship and secret crush be damned.

Deciding to just get it over with, he removed his hat, tossing it into the nearest trash can (it'd only cost a couple of pounds and clashed horribly with his outfit, anyway), and put his sunglasses in his pocket. Ignoring people's confused stares, he strode up to America, smiling pleasantly.

He grinned when he saw him and crushed England in a hug. "Hey, dude! Good to see you."

"America, you're going to break my ribs," England wheezed.

He released him. "Oops. My bad."

"How was your flight?"

"Fine. Although it took, like, an hour to get through Passport Control. No worries, though. The guy was real nice after he took my passport. Oh! I almost forgot!" He turned to the swarm of mortals. "Guys, this is England. England, this is Emma and her husband, Dan. They sat next to me on the plane, and they're on their honeymoon. They're high school sweethearts; they met in math class freshman year! Cute, right? And that's Dave and his girlfriend, Mary. They're taking a trip all around Europe! We became friends while we were standing around at the baggage claim. This is Marilyn and Roy Smith and their kids, Sophia and Beverly. They were in front of me in line at customs. They're from Toronto- the reason they were on a flight from D.C. to London is they're trying to visit the capital of as many countries as possible. Crazy, right? Roy, show England your postcard collection!"

England grimaced at the gaggle of humans. "That's alright, Roy, thank you. I'm sure it's a wonderful collection. America, we should probably get going."

He sighed. "He's probably right. It was so nice meeting you guys. Emma, Dan, best of luck with your new marriage. Dave and Mary, I'll text you when France calls me back about getting you in at La Coupole in Paris. The molten chocolate cake is the best, you've got to try it. Smiths, you have to send me a selfie when you get to Berlin, got it? Bye, everyone!"

Unwilling to wait any longer, England took America's arm and led him away from the humans, intentionally blocking out the phone cameras and people that were starting to come up to them. How America made friends with everyone so fast was beyond his comprehension, but he wasn't going to stick around and find out as people hesitantly approached.