Fighting over England

Chapter 3

Americas PoV
"That son. Of. A. Bitch!" I mutter to myself whilst walking back to Iggy's room "That ginger dickhead doesn't know who he's messing with." I say pacing back and forth in Iggy's room "I swear to god he is going to have a bullet in his brain." I continue. "What he doesn't know is I have a plan for morning." I say smirking to myself, getting into bed.
I wake up to find that it's throwing it down. "Weird British weather." I say to myself groggily. I open the door, poking my head out to see if anyone else is awake. I hear rustling and moving about from downstairs, I figure that it could be any of the brothers so I went to close the door. That's when I heard England's voice, just the sound of his voice gives me butterflies, I decide to go downstairs and greet him. "Good morning Iggy." I say cheerfully
"Good morning America." He says grouchily "Did you sleep well?" He ask
"Yeah fine." I reply "Would of been better with you there." I add muttering
"What was that?" England asks raising an eyebrow
"Nothing dude." I say, hoping he didn't hear what I just said "Did you sleep well?" I ask
"I slept fine." He says "Well apart from the fact that Scotland wanted to stay up all night, I slept fine when I finally persuaded him into actually going to sleep." He says picking up the tea he was brewing just before.
"That's good dude." I say "I'm gonna kill him." I think to myself. Time to put my plan into action. "So, Iggy." I say "Have you ever thought of how different cultures greet people differently?" I ask smirking.
"Well not really." He says "What are you suggesting?" He says clearly seeing the smirk that is spread across my face
"How about we try greeting each other like the French or Italian?" I say, my smirk growing.
"Are you suggesting that we should kiss?" He asks
"Maybe." I say trying to drop my smirk, which doesn't happen
"America this is Britain." He says "We just greet with handshakes and that." He says in s nervous tone
"Please." I beg with my puppy dog eyes.
"Fine okay." He says, my puppy dog eyes never fail, "But only one kiss." He says
"Sure whatever." I say. We both lean in for the kiss, our lips collide. Oh my god it was amazing. Somehow the kissing becomes more intense and England was trying to take control. It was a battle of dominance, which I eventually won. Just then I felt a yank on my shirt, pulling me off Iggy. I turn to see it was Scotland. I just smiled at him. He scowled and walked off somewhere. "America," I hear England say quietly "I.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for the kissing to get that intense." He says looking at the floor "I... I just couldn't help myself." He says
"Dude, it's fine." I say putting my arm around his shoulders "Do you really think I would have continued if I wasn't enjoying it?" I say laughing
"Well that's true." He says chuckling slightly "Also no homo." He says
"Come on can't it be a little bit homo?" I ask "Even if it's like 1%"
"Fine but only 1% homo." He says standing. "Well I better go and explain to Scotland this whole situation." He says standing up. That's when there's a knock on the door. "I'll get it." I hear Scotland shout. I hear the door being opened and that's when I hear his voice. It was Canada. "Look who I brought round." Scotland says with his arm around him, the smuggest look on his face. I'm quite protective over Canada, as he's always being beaten up for the fact that people think he's me. "Hey America." He says shyly, as per usual.
"Hey Canada." I say. "What is he planning?" I think to myself. Scotland just looks at me, smirking. He's defiantly up to something. 
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~Amelia🦄