America's a...Chick?

ch 4

England's PoV:

I woke up late the next morning, extremely comfortable. I cuddled closer to the pillows, nuzzling them a bit. They didn't give as much as they should have, and they seemed a bit.. off. I opened my eyes. These weren't my pillows...

They were America's breasts.

"Bloody hell!" I exclaimed, bolting upright. 'How the hell did I get into her bed?' The events of the night before slowly came back to me. America's nightmare, me singing her to sleep, and finally falling asleep in the bed with her when she wouldn't let me go. I got up and went downstairs.

I had to wonder what her nightmare had been about. She was always very strong, even as a child. Whatever had happened in the nightmare must have been bloody awful to make her cry like that. Maybe I'd ask her during breakfast.

I got out the makings for scrambled eggs. It had been a long time since I'd cooked for anyone, or at least, it had been awhile since I'd put any kind of effort in to it. I hummed a song quietly to myself as I cooked.

America's PoV:

I woke at around eight-thirty. I didn't really remember much of my nightmare, but I didn't really care. I was glad to be rid of the memory. I stretched and got ready for the day. I put on a bra printed with the American flag. I put a blouse that tied around my rib cage over it and a pair of denim shorts on. Showing a little skin couldn't hurt, especially since most of the outfits I'd brought were meant to show off my figure.

I glanced at the shirt I'd worn the night before. There was a tiny bit of drool on one of the breast pocket. I smirked. England must have been using me as a pillow last night.

I snuck downstairs and into the kitchen. I crept up behind England and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Morning, Iggy." I whispered. He stiffened and jumped.

"Bloody hell, America! Don't bloody sneak up on me like that, especially when I'm cooking!" He yelled. I flinched. I was just trying to be flirty!

"Sorry. What'cha cookin'?"

"Eggs." I sighed inwardly. There wasn't much I could do about him cooking, but at least he couldn't screw eggs up too badly. I sat down at the kitchen table.

"So, how did you sleep?" He stiffened again.

"Well enough. Do you mind telling me what that dream of yours was about?" Now it was my turn to stiffen.

"I honestly don't remember much..." He looked skeptical, but let it go. He dished out eggs for the both of us and I dug in, using the food as an excuse not to talk. It was actually... edible! Not only that, but it was delicious! I quickly ate it all. England smirked a little.

"That good, huh?"

"Are you kidding me? That was amazing! Since when can you actually cook?"

"I've always been able to cook! I just don't always feel like putting the effort into it, git!" I just laughed. He looked so cute when he was mad. I got up from the table.

"I'll see you later! I gotta talk to some of the states about some stuff!" I kissed his cheek quickly and ran out of the house before he could react. It was true I needed to talk to the states about what happened, but there was one in particular I wanted to talk to... Arkansas, here I come!

England's PoV:

She kissed me. Bloody hell, she kissed me! There was no way she liked me like that, no way in hell! How do I even feel about this? Mad? Happy? Indifferent? Gah, I don't know! Looks like I'd have to talk to that bloody frog if I wanted answers...