This is a really really really really short little fanfic that I based off a gif
The personification of America paced back and forth throughout the kitchen of his house in New York. It was the middle of the day and he was starving, but he couldn't find anything to eat.'Ugh theres nothing to eat!' He thought. Truthfully, he was staring at a full pantry and fridge, but he wasn't in the mood for anything they had.
"Hey Iggy?" He called out. The blonde heard a sigh from the other room, some shuffling, and before he knew it a mop of blonde hair appeared in front of him.
"What is it, love?"
"We don't have anything to eat!!!!" He whined. "I mean I guess we do but I don't want anything here and eating out is so much better so do you wanna go out? We don't even have to go to McDonalds if you wan-"
"No."
"Wait what? Why?"
"We just went out an hour ago."
"So? I'm still hungry!"
"You're always hungry."
"Yea well I still wanna go..."
"Then go by yourself."
"But I wanna go with you!" America pouted, and crossed his arms like a child.
"Aw, is my poor little Alfie gonna miss me?" England cooed smugly, smirking up at America.
"M-Maybe..." The blonde admitted softly. The Brit just chuckled and snaked his arms around America's neck, leaning into him.
"I'll take that as a yes then~" He taunted, taking advantage of the situation. Getting America flustered was hard to do, but damn was it cute. America huffed and reluctantly wrapped his arms around England's waist, making him laugh again., "Sh-shut up..." He mumbled, his pout growing.
"You're too cute America." Said nation looked away from the confident Brit as his pout turned into an embarassed frown accompanied by a bright blush. England's smirk turned into a softer, amused smile at that.
"You know it's true~" He praised, tilting his head to the side, trying to make eye contact with the blushing American. America turned his head slightly to glance at the green-eyed Brit and blushed even harder.
"Hey, America." The blushing blonde looked up again only to have his lips lovingly captured by the Briton's. He begrudgingly returned the kiss, leaning against the kitchen wall to keep his balance. England smirked into the kiss, enjoying how flustered America was.
"Am I still cute?" The American groaned as they pulled back.
"Yes, very." England replied, reaching up to peck America's nose. "Now why don't we get you some McDonalds?"
"Really?!?" America's face lit up in an instant.
"I don't see why not."
That was literally the shortest and probably worst fanfic I'ev ever written but whatever it was worth it
