England walks briskly to the side of the road- his dad doesn't usually appreciate having to wait. Suddenly, he collides with a tall wall of brick- wait, no, it's just Sunny's chest.
"Woah, slow down there, lover boy." Sunny grins, pushing the small boy away with ease. England would give anything to have arms like that. Without even asking, Sunny reaches down to run his fingers through England's dark curls.
"It's so soft, do you use conditioner or what?" He asks finally, after playing with England's hair for far too long. England timidly nods, not knowing what else to do. "You're so gay."
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De TodoA group of friends navigate the hallways of a swedish high school. (short parts) (funny) (daily updates)
