An AmeIta Fanfic:: I Want You To Smile For Me...

Chapter SIX

(WARNING!!!!!! Major yaoi smut ahead! Don't like, don't read!!! If you do read and don't like it, you're the one who chose to read after being warned. Thank you!)(PS; more in the next chapter.)

~-America's POV-~

I yawned loudly, collapsing on my assigned bed, the speaker pressed against my ear. "Yeah, I just got here. It seems your brothers got here earlier, though. Their stuff is everywhere and they put a paper on the bed saying it's for me. I'm glad, it looks like they dumped pasta and tomato's on the other one." I muttered, rubbing my face. I was terribly tired and wanted to sleep, but it was bedtime for Fdliciano back at my home in Texas. I promised I'd call him every night and every morning, no matter how tired. "No, they're not here. Sorry. Germany and Japan are running late, I think. Russia said they missed their plane out and are taking the next one."

Feliciano sighed sadly. "Aw... Guess I-a can talk to-a them later. Anyway, you're-a so tired. Get some sleep. Call me when you-a wake up."

Sighing, I rolled onto my back and kicked off my shoes. "Alright. Bye. Love you..." I trailed, my eyes widening at what I said.

"C-cosa? Wha-what'd you-a say?" The Italian stammered, and I could hear him shaking.

I sat up. "Shoot!" I hissed under my breath. "Feli, I'm so sorry! That totally slipped out! I'm tired, and-"

The Italian cut me off. "Alfred... Ti amo."

Chills ran up my spine, straightening myself up. I felt my lips twitch slightly up wards and I lay back down. "I like that. I could get used to that. I love you, too. Talk to you later." I allowed him to say goodbye before I hung up. I dropped the phone, a goofy grin on my face. "He loves me." I mumbled, slipping off my glasses. I placed them on my nightstand, then rested my head on a pillow. Without bothering to cover myself in blankets, take off my bomber jacket, or even turning off the lights, I fell asleep.

~-Time skip- A week later~

Stretching, I stepped out of England's car. "Thanks. I didn't know boss had crap planned for when we came back."

A smirk made its way to the Brits face as he wrapped his arms around my neck. "No problem, love." I awkwardly pushed his arms off and watched him from before turning and rushing to my door. And he followed me. "Well?" He asked.

I tried slipping through the door so he'd just leave. But I had to tell him something. "I'm not so sure you'd want to come in. It's not dirty or anything, it's... Ho?!y crap, cleaner if possible. But..." I trailed, hanging on the open door. I heard the kittens and Hero meowing and trotting to the doorway. "I'm breaking up with you."