The Runaway - CountryHumans - AU

Chapter 23 - That's Going to Complicate Things

Did a redo on the cover, like it? 
And if any of you listen to music while reading, I would suggest 'I was so sure' by Mnthl for this chapter.

January 27, 1781
Location: London, England
Time: 8:00

Britain groaned softly as the sun's light lit up the room. He inhaled and exhaled deeply.

He looked down and saw America cuddling with him. His eyes were lightly closed, and his mouth slightly opened.

Britain enjoyed waking up to see his son in his arms. He smiled and kissed America's head.

America shifted then opened his eyes slowly.

Britain froze for a second. America's eyes were black and gray. Luckily, Confederate was too tired to notice Britain's look.

"Good morning." he is yawned.

"U-Uh, morning." Britain tried hiding his worry.

Confederate snuggled closer to Britain and closed his eyes. "I... I didn't have any nightmares..." He smiled.

Britain breathes to calm himself down. It's just America. No need to worry. "That's good to hear." He pauses and smiles. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Of course, but... I don't want to get up." He complains and cuddles closer to Britain.

Britain laughed softly, "I have work to do."

"No..." Confederate said like a child and nuzzles into Britain's chest. "Comfy..."

Britain sighs, he was being cute. Britain kisses Confederate on the head. "Fine. You can stay here."

"No... You stay..."

"America..."

Confederate frowns. Don't call me that. "I want you to stay though... I'm safe around you."

"You'll see me around the house, you'll be okay." Confederate frowns harder. "Hey, don't be angry, give me a smile."

Confederate rolls on his other side, Britain doesn't remember America being a dramatic person.

"Come on, where's that grand American smile?" Britain taunted. He didn't get a response. He sighs, "Guess I have to find it by myself."

Confederate was questioning it in his mind but was then cut off as he felt Britain tickle him.

"Ah! No! S-Stop!" Confederate laughed. "Haha! No- Stop!"

Britain laughed as his son squirmed. Britain finally let the American go, and he panted with a smile on his face.

Confederate sighs then laughs again.

Britain chuckles, "There's your smile."

Confederate looked at him. "You're a little jerk." He giggled. Britain followed.

"I know..." Britain sat back on the bed and starred at America's smile. "Your smile is pretty." Confederate sat by him with a little blush on his cheeks.

Confederate doesn't remember the last time he received a compliment, he wasn't even sure if he's ever had one. "Th-Thank you."

"You shouldn't be so flustered." Britain pulls his son close. "You deserve compliments with how amazing you are." Britain kisses Confederate's forehead.

Confederate smiles wider. I like these compliments.

"Come on, let's get up."

Confederate groans, "Fine..."