One Shots~

UsUk-A Game To Play When You're Bored

Noob: Hey guys! I'm here to make the first one shot, and I get to do my OTP! Yay. Anyway, hope you guys like it. Also, I kinda don't really know how poker is played, so sorry if I got some things wrong.

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I was sitting in America's kitchen, though I wasn't sure why. I think he said something about a new horror movie he wanted to watch. Of course, he'll never admit to being scared, so he told me to escape from my so called boredom I should come over. I'm here, so that explains everything.

"Iggy!" America called from the living room. "I gonna start the movie, so hurry up and finish your tea!"

"Shut it, git. I'm coming...And don't call me that! You know I hate it." I didn't really hate my nickname, it just made me flustered when I heard that bloody American call me it. I'd never tell him that, obviously.

I put my cup in the sink and walked into the other room. I sat on the couch as America turned the lights off and started up the movie. 

Five minutes in, and he was already whimpering like a baby. 

We sat through two and a half grueling hours until the movie finally ended. In the midst of it, America began to cling to me for dear life. Not surprising, but I didn't mind the contact...Okay, I liked it. I really, really, liked it. But that's not the point!

I yawned. "America, you should go to bed."

His sapphire eyes widened and he clung to me tighter. "B-But...I d-don't want to go to bed."

"And why not?" I asked, wondering what excuse he'd make up this time.

"Um...I'm, not tired?" Oh, I see we're sticking with the classics tonight.

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe you will be if you lay on your bed. It's comfortable, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah but..." He gave a concentrated pout, as if running out of ideas. I smiled slightly at how cute his face looked. The way his bottom lip stuck out, and how his brow furrowed...Hell England! Stop thinking like that!

I sighed. "America, for God's sake."

"What? I can't help it." He whined.

"Whatever." I got up and began to go up the stairs. "You can stay out here while I actually get some sleep."

He let out a scared cry and wrapped his arms around my waist, causing me to blush. "Iggy! Please don't leave!"

"Why shouldn't I?" I said through gritted teeth.

America buried his face in my back. "Because...because..." He searched for words. I was getting impatient now. "Um, well...you might get scared. Yeah, yeah. So as a hero, it's my job to stay with you!"

"Well, for your information, I'm not scared." I scoffed. "So let go of me."

"But-"

"Now."

The American whimpered softly as he removed his arms from me. I stomped upstairs. When I slammed the door to my room, I immediately felt guilty. I hated to leave him out there, I really did. But I was tired, and he clearly wasn't going to move anytime soon. I sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time and lay down. It's fine...He'll forget all about it in the morning...

~Magical Time Skip Of Magicalness~

I was sound asleep for a few hours until I heard knocking on my door. Splendid.

The un-welcomed visitor cracked the door open. "Iggy? You awake?"

"I am now."

"S-Sorry. But I can't sleep, and I'm bored."