America's a...Chick?

ch 3

England's PoV:

We went to a small pub for dinner. Not the classiest place, but they did have good food. I ordered the special, which was a nice curry. After a couple minutes, America ordered the same. America had changed into one of the new outfits she'd purchased: a dark brown tank top with denim shorts. The tank top showed off some of her cleavage, which, being a gentleman, I didn't stare at. She sat rather close to me and joked all through dinner.

We were about to leave when one of the patrons caught sight of her. "Well, hello there, sexy! You come here often?" A man, obviously drunk off his butt, called out, staggering over to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and leaned down like he was gonna kiss her on the cheek. Bollocks! I was hoping this kind of thing would be avoided.

"Oi, you! She was just leaving! Let her be!" I said angrily. The sight of this man putting an arm around her made my blood boil for some reason.

"Oh? An' jus' who're you to be makin' these decisions fer her?" The drunkard asked.

"My boyfriend!" America shouted. "Now let go of me, before I make you let go!"

"Oh, so this guy 'ere is yer boyfriend is he? Ha! Yeah, right! And a lil slip of a gal like you? Make me let go of ya? Ha! You make me laugh!" He said loudly. Suddenly, the man was on the floor, clutching his stomach.

" This girl can fight." America said. She looked at me. "Let's go home."

I nodded. I was still a little surprised that she'd called me her boyfriend, though it was probably just a ploy to get him to let go of her. Who knew what had been running through her head?

America's PoV:

'Oh, man! I can't believe I called him my boyfriend! He's gonna totally hate me now!Why did I say that? Stupid, stupid, stupid!' I thought. Ugh! Why did I have to be so stupid? I probably just blew my chance to be with him!

"Hey, America?" He said as we got in the car.

"Yeah?"

"I know why you called me your boyfriend." Oh, shit. He knew I liked him! It was all over now! Someone please just kill me now! "I just wanted to let you know it's alright."

"What?" Could he actually like me back? Butterflies filled my stomach.

"Of course. You were trying to get that bloody git off of you, and you thought that if he knew your 'boyfriend' was there, he'd leave you alone." I fell a little. He didn't love me back. But I forced a smile anyway.

"Yeah! That's exactly why I told him you were my boyfriend!" I said.

~~Timeskip~~

 We were back at Iggy's place and I was bored. I started to channel surf a bit, and after a while, found a Docter Who marathon. I settled in on the couch to watch.

After a couple of episodes, I started to think about England. How the hell could he be so oblivious! I called him my boyfriend publicly, and he thinks it was just a ploy to get that man off of me? How I am I gonna tell him if he doesn't see how obviously I like him?

I glanced at the clock, almost ten. I streched and got up. It had been a long day, and I needed a shower. I grabbed some stuff I'd need and proceeded to the bathroom. Maybe the hot water would help clear my head- and possibly give me an idea of how to make England see that I love him.

England's PoV:

I was in my study, still trying to find a way to change America back to a boy. A couple of my faerie friends were in there to provide me some company, and to help me search.