This was going to happen at some point
"Iggy! It's snowing! Look it's snowing!"
"America it always snows in New York."
"Yea, but still! It's actually snowing!"
"You git, it's the middle of December what else were you expecting?"
"I don't know~" The personification of America bounded upstairs happily, humming to himself.
"Where are you going?" His (irritated) British boyfriend replied. He had no idea why America was getting so worked up about the snowfall outside.
"To get dressed! I'm gonna go outside!" He stopped midway up the stairs and ran back down, tackling the other into a hug on the couch. "And you're coming with me!"
"What? I have no intention of doing any such thing."
"But Iggy!" America whined. "You have to!"
"No." England stated curtly, pushing the blonde away. "I would much rather be reading in the house where it's nice and warm than freezing to death out there." America pouted.
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"I said no."
"Please?!?" The blonde nuzzled his neck, trying to be as cute as possible.
"Alfred, you're cute, but no."
"Fine. I guess I'll just have to force you then." America picked the Brit up and threw him over his shoulder and started to make his way upstairs.
"You twat! Put me down! What do you think you're doing?!"
"Getting you outside."
"Bloody wanker, let me go!"
"No." America set him down in their room, keeping a firm arm around his waist so he wouldn't run away. He grabbed their winter jackets from the closet and handed the green one to England. "Now go get dressed okay?"
"America-"
"Please babe?" America knew the other couldn't resist that nickname. He smirked when England's face started turning fiery red and he turned around.
"Fine." The Brit rolled his eyes, trying to conceal his embarrassment and grabbed clothes, grumpily trudging out of the room to change.
~*In the French narrator from spongebob voice* Ten minutes later~
Once they had finished changing, the American was practically a bubbling ball of excitement. He raced down the stairs, almost falling at least twice and skidded to a stop in front of the back door.
"Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaady?" America jumped up and down excitedly.
"No."
"You're so grumpy."
"You forced me into this, I have every right to be grumpy."
"Yea, yea. Now come on, let's go!" The bigger nation took England's hand and dragged him outside to meet the snowy plain he called his yard. "What do you wanna do first?" He gasped. "Do you want to build a snowman~" He started to sing.
"You're an idiot." England smiled and shook his head.
"Can we?" America looked down at him with pleading puppy eyes that England couldn't say no to.
"Sure."
"Yay!" America cheered and leaned down to give the Brit a quick kiss before squeezing him. "You're the best Artie!"
