Independence Day [USUK]

Chapter 6

>>Independence Day: Chapter 6

Once the headache had subsided enough for the American to function, he looked to the Englishman on the couch for entertainment. He was his guest after all, and things had drastically changed since his last visit.
With a thump, he dropped himself onto the couch, his head now on England's lap, and groaned loudly. Though, the Brit saw no use in acknowledging such behaviour, so he did nothing but continue to look ahead, debating whether to grab his tea (though it'd be most odd seeing he had America on his lap and it was kind of on the coffee table.) He groaned again, earning an aggravated sigh from the older man. "Is there a problem, America?"
The American groggily slung an arm over his face. "Bored..."
"I'm sorry?"
"BORED."
England rolled his eyes. "What are you going to do? Shoot the wall?"
He couldn't help but laugh at himself for that one.
"Is that supposed to be a reference to something? Because I don't get it."
Mentally face palming, he pushed the statement aside to discuss more important matters...they had to discuss. "Anyways, your birthday is tomorrow, you know," He began, immediately feeling a bit sick to his stomach. "And no, before you ask, I won't bake you anything."
There was a quiet sigh of relief from that.
They both knew what this day would bring for them though, just like every other year. England would be sick and upset, America would be in damn near the same condition, and it killed the both of them to see each other in such a state. America thought to himself about this, though. He wondered if he could, in fact, change this cycle, make England happy again. To see that beautiful.... Wait, what? Damn it.
Noticing America's blush, England lightly popped him on the head, a faint smile growing on his face.

Maybe the Brit was just hopeful, or maybe the signs the American idiot were as he read, not that he was hoping for it or anything, but they were almost affectionate, their gazes were almost becoming that of two lovers that...
What??

"Ha! Now you're doing it!" The American laughed and reached up to reciprocate the action, when his hand was grabbed before he could do so, and they both flinched. That blush they were covering up before was all too apparent now.
Like a couple of children, they quickly let go and moved from each other, as if what they'd just done was forbidden by some unspoken law.
"Do you want to actually go somewhere while you're visiting, or are we going to spend the whole week shut in? As much as I don't mind, you are visiting, and it'd be quite rude of me not to offer."
The American would much rather spend the day with England alone, so maybe he could make a move-
Spend time with him.
"What do you have in mind, Mr. Gentleman?" The American snorted, though the tease was taken more as a compliment.
"Well, when's the last time you saw Big Ben?" England suggested with complete innocent intentions.
"DUDE."
"Not like that you wanker!"
"You know what sounds nice? Book store. How about we go to a book store?"
England was slightly surprised.
"You? Want to go to a book store?...Honestly?"
He wasn't too much into books, but he knew the other would be interested, so compromise didn't hurt.
"I wouldn't say it unless I meant it, man. Besides, I finished all of the comics I was reading on my phone."
Still shocked, the Brit agreed and stood up, brushing out the creases that formed in his pants from sitting. "Alright then, it's just a 15 minute walk from here. Are you ready to leave now?"
America's face turned confused and a tad upset. "We're walking? Wouldn't it be faster to take a car?"
"It's right around the corner, America. You'll survive."
He plopped back onto the couch, positioning himself as if he was dying. "Too...farrr..."
The desperate hand waves at the door only made him look more lazy than he usually was.
"America, damn it. Get your arse up," English began to smile, amused more than annoyed, which was most definitely a change for him. He reached his hand out back at him, attempting to pull him up from the old couch. With a slight tug, the Brit had fallen on top of him. "America-aaahhh!"
"Dude!? I barely pulled you!"
And somehow, the situation gave the American a more obvious hard-on.
The two stared, awkwardly; England knew, didn't he.Shit shit shit! I knew he wasn't that strong, but I didn't mean to do that. Damn it!
"Agh...I-it's alright. This is a bloody awkward position though. Let me up, please..."
They were both completely red, quiet enough to hear the creaking of the couch under their weight.
"Huh..? Oh. Yeah. Sorry."

They didn't talk much after that, the small conversations they did have were just simple and short. That night, they wished each other a good night and went to bed with nothing more. America, embarrassed about the whole thing, didn't even think to respond.
This shouldn't cause too much damage should it? Damn it, England. Start lifting weights or something.
America layed down in the creaking bed and sighed. Could this day much worse? He got a hard-on because of such a small thing! This was the worst. Shit.
After a few minutes, there was a faint knock at the door. He looked up, his bed head already beginning to form. "Hmmmm..?"
"America... Can I talk with you?"
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AHAHAHAHAHA YES I DID Y'ALL. I'm sorry. Anyways. I was due to post this weeks ago, but I am absolutely terrible. But yes, he got a damn hard-on and things are about to go down. (Not like that, obviously. Not. Yet...that is. Maybe.) Here y'all go though! I hope y'all like this chapter. I had a bit of fun with it. ~