the united states of america, except i make her cunty

its been a long, long, time

New York eagerly peered out the window, her excitement barely contained as she awaited England's carriage, her heart pounding in anticipation. A decade had passed since their parting, and absence made the heart grow fonder for both master and colony.

The Portuguese sunlight filtered through the delicate curls of her elaborately styled hair, accentuating her ginger hair into a flaming red. Her dress, too, had hints of red in it, encased in hues of cream and white, reminiscent of the English flag.

The sight of England's approaching carriage sent a surge of excitement up her spine. Unable to contain her fervor any longer, New York flung open the door and darted toward England with uncontainable energy. In a moment of pure exhilaration, she launched herself at him, throwing any ladylike propriety out the window, wrapping her arms around him with longing.

"You kept your promise!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy, causing England to stumble backward and fall to the ground.

Caught off guard by her exuberance, England's laughter echoed through the air, blending with the chorus of her infectious delight. He held her tightly, his hands instinctively protecting her as they embraced, their bodies intertwined on the ground.

"Yes, my dear," England replied, a relieved smile appearing on his face. "I promised to return and I would never dream of breaking my promise to you."

New York's radiant smile illuminated her face as she nestled against England, feeling his strong presence enveloping her. She inhaled deeply, savoring the familiar scent that she had missed during their separation.

"I missed you so much," she whispered. "You made me wait a whole year, added on to the nine it took for your humans to stop fighting!"

England's gaze softened, his fingers gently brushing against her curls as he spoke, soaking in her whining tone. "I missed you too, my sweet girl. You've grown so much since we last met. You're such a big colony now."

A giggle bubbled up from within New York, radiating uncorrupted innocence and bliss as she beamed. "I have! I have! I'm your big colony now!"

The years of separation melted away at that moment, replaced by an overwhelming sense of warmth and belonging. New York clung to England, unwilling to let go and be parted with him ever again.

Laid on the ground, wrapped in each other's embrace, England let out an adoring chuckle. Her energy was boundless, her grip on him unyielding. He ran his fingers through her curls, marveling at how much her physical form had grown.

"You are a vision, my dear," England remarked, "Portugal has certainly outdone himself with these dresses. You look absolutely stunning."

Blushing, New York beamed with delight, basking in the praise. England's opinion and approval meant the world to her. The years of loneliness whittled on her, making her yearn for England even more than when she left London for Lisbon. She nuzzled her cheek against his, reveling in the warmth of his presence.

"I've missed you more than words can express," she murmured softly, sighing happily. "It felt like centuries."

New York stayed in England's embrace for what seemed like only mere seconds until Portugal whistled for them to come inside. "The sun's going to set, Inglaterra! Not that you'd know the sight if it hit you dead in the eye, velho amigo," he called out good-naturedly. "I've got dinner prepared for us if you've got the energy for it."

England groaned, a weary sigh on his lips. Gently disentangling himself from New York, he lifted her from the ground. Her reluctance to release her grip made England chuckle as she clung to him desperately, hooking her arm in his as if he'd disappear.