"Pleasssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssse Iggy? Please, please, please, please, please, please!!!!"
"America, you know I don't swim well."
"So? You can sit on the side or whatever. You can stand in shallow water can't you?!"
For about 10 minutes, America had been trying to convince his boyfriend, England, to go to the pool with him. The Brit absolutely hated swimming, and really didn't feel like putting in the effort of going to the pool when he could be on the couch reading a book.
"I suppose I could."
"Then let's-"
"I never said I wanted to though." England cut off the blonde.
"Well then you leave me no choice." America squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, and when he opened him England felt like the meanest person alive.
His.
God.
Damn.
Puppy face.
"Pwease?" America begged, his baby blue eyes watering. England had the overwhelming urge to squeeze the life out of the American, but resisted (barely). Instead he groaned and close his book.
"Fine."
"YAY!" America jumped on the couch and tackled the Brit to the other side, nuzzling into his neck. "You're the best Artie!" England smiled softly and chuckled, patting the blonde's head affectionately.
"We won't be able to go anywhere if you don't let go of me you know."
"Wrong." In the blink of an eye, America was stood up with England in his arms, bridal style. "We can walk around like this all day, which is going somewhere, and I don't have to let you go~" England rolled his eyes.
"Alfred don't push it." He warned.
"Okay, okay." He set the Briton down and kissed his forehead. "I'm gonna change, I'll be right back!"
England nodded and turned to go change as well. Even though he wasn't going to voluntarily swim, he knew somehow America would find a way to pull him in.
-Time skip-
"You know I'm not getting in love, why did you insist on bringing all this stuff?"
"Because it's for me! First I'm going to make my epic noodle raft, then I'm going to decorate it with the ribbons, then I'm using the beach ball to throw at people who get too close to my amazing raft and I'm using the swim ring as an escape pod if I need to evacuate!" England rolled his eyes and face-palmed.
"Alfred, we're not heading off the war, for god's sake we're going to the bloody pool! Why do you need to build Fort Knox?"
"Because."
"Because what?"
"I'm the hero."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"It doesn't."
"Then-just-you know what never mind."
-And another Time Skip-
"YES WE'RE HERE!"
Sometimes, it was like America had never been to the pool before.
"I see that."
"C'mon I wanna get in right when it opens!" The excited blonde practically dragged the poor Brit out of the car and into the check-in place. He scribbled their names down and took off through the locker rooms, leaving a very amused Englishman to follow him quietly.
