Save Me.

My Stupid Git.

I ran over to him, tackling him in a hug. He seemed surprised at first, but hugged back.

"You stupid git!" I basically yelled, a crying mess. As hard as I tried I couldn't stop crying. I sat up, on the side of his bed, furiously wiping at my eyes.

"Iggy." He said, quiet as a mouse.

"What?" I asked sharply, angrily flicking tears from my face.

"Iggy." He said again, gently grabbing my wrists and pulling my arms to his chest. "I'm sorry."

"I... it- uh... Umm." My face heated up, and words refused to form correctly. I looked at his face and my expression grew soft. He was looking down at our hands, a very light dusting of red on his cheeks. He looked so... vulnerable. I swear my heart melted.

He looked up at me, tears brimming his eyes.

"You stupid git! Why are you crying?!" I yelled, slipping back into my old habits.

"I just, I don't know." He sniffled.

"Come here." I sighed, wrapping my arms low around his torso. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, and I could feel his tears on my skin. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked after a few moments.

"I felt like there wasn't anything anyone could do." He told me quietly. I hugged him tighter.

"Even though I yell at you and tell you I hate you, I really don't." I mumbled, "If you ever need me, I will always be there. I may call you a stupid git, but you're MY stupid git."

He stayed silent, and I swallowed nervously. Suddenly I felt something press lightly against the side of my neck, my face heating up instantly.

"You're sweet Iggy.'' He said, lips moving against my neck. I tried to stutter a 'thank you', but it came out as an incoherent string of letters.

He chuckled, pulling away. As he did my hand, against my will, flew to the spot on my neck. It was tingling where he had kissed it; I was too embarrassed to meet his eyes. I could tell he was watching me.

"Stupid git." I mumbled, crossing my arms.

~Alfred~

I watched Iggy, who's face was the reddest I've ever seen in my entire life. After a few moments his gaze flicked to my tightly bandaged wrists. With a slightly shaking hand he took my left hand, holding it by the back, palm up. Using his other hand he held the back of my arm. Without a word he leaned down slightly, planting a gentle kiss on my forearm.

A smile covered my face. He was just so sweet at times, and, as much as he hated to admit it, a total romantic. Not to mention those pants, I mean damn, he rocks them. My mind continued to wander down some... paths.

When I finally stopped being lost in thoughts about his butt, I returned my attention to him. He was in the middle of a very big yawn.

"You should get some sleep." I told him. He shook his head no. Ignoring his 'no' I scooted over, pulling him down in laying position. When he tried to sit up I rolled on over, on top of him. I rested my elbows on either side of his head, hands under my chin.

"A-America!" He yelled, "get off!!!''

"Only if you agree to at least try and get some sleep." He glanced at me, then away, nodding slowly.

"Fine." With an accomplished smile I rolled off of him. He turned on his side, back to me. I could hear him grumbling, and smiled to myself.

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It was early in the morning, about 2:45. England had fallen asleep hours ago, but I remained up. Unable to fall asleep. I laid on my side, facing Iggy, who had resorted to laying on his back. One arm was over the edge of the bed, the other across his stomach. Humming to myself I played with his hair.

His brow furrowed and a frown covered his sleeping face. I stopped playing with his blonde locks, and his eyes flicked open. He turned his head in direction, "what time is it?" His voice was raspy.

"2:53." I stated, glancing at the clock on the bedside stand. He nodded.

"Why aren't you asleep?"

"I'm not tired."

A minute of silence, and Iggy's eyes focus on my neck.

"I could feel you playing with my hair." He mumbles.

"Oh, I won't do it again, if you don't want me to."

"I liked it." He says, barely audible, a light red dusting his cheeks.

A smile crosses my face. Slowly I bring my hand to his head, tangling it in the soft hair. He closes his eyes, a content look on his face. Very slowly I lean forward, pressing my lips against his forehead. He doesn't open his eyes, but he just barely smiles.

~Arthur~

When my eyes open again, a soft light is being filtered through the white curtains. America is laying next to me, hand still curled in my hair. He's asleep, face calm. I reach over, placing my hand over his heart. It's beat is steady, calming.

I hadn't realized he awoke. My eyes went from my hand on his chest, back to his face. They meet his eyes, which were no longer closed. Quickly I pulled my hand back across the bed. Without a word, without breaking eye contact, he pulled my hand back to his chest. America removed his hand from my hair, holding my hand in both of his. His heart beat accelerated a tiny bit.

For a long time we stayed like that; not once did he break eye contact.

"We should do something today." He voiced.

"Like what?"

"Go out, take a stroll. Maybe get lunch."

I nodded, is he asking me on a date? No, it couldn't be.

"It'll be like a date." He added, reading my mind. I tried to speak, but didn't know what to say. I guess we're going on a date.
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