All the time in the world (UsUk)

Chapter 3 - Nessy

POV England

God that war took longer than expected. I've been gone a couple years, of course I won, the great British empire always beats the bloody frog, but with that bloody Spaniard helping him it was quite the battle!

Exhausted after rushing here I knock on America's door. I'd sent him a letter saying I'd be returning today, we've actually been sending letters back and forth since I've left and he learnt to write, it's always calming to hear from him.

Just as I'm about to knock on the door it bursts open and I'm tackled into a bear hug, I barely manage to stay up right.

I look down at America in shock, he's aged by about five years, he looks seven or eight. It would sometimes take me centuries to age a year and he's over taken time and aged five years in the space of two!

"Hey Iggy dude!" He yells smiling up at me still hugging my waist.

"Dude? Dude! Dude?!" I yell my voice getting louder and higher in pitch with each word.

"Yeah it's like totally what everyone says nowerdays man."

The words like, totally and man circle round my head being used in the improper way taunting me.

"What are you doing to the Queen's language!" I yell at him. This is vandalism, he's vandalised my language!

"The Queen is over rated. I know! We should have an alien ruling over us instead!" I have no words for what he just said. I just stare at him blankly, trying not to strangle him.

"Hey Iggy I made you a welcoming present!" He says happily.

"Oh that's nice of you." I say smiling. "You didn't have to go through that trouble."

He grins and drags me into the kitchen on the counter is a cake covered in every colour of icing under the sun with little marzipan figures on the top, one is scowling, has large eyebrows and messy bright blonde hair. The other is smaller, holding his hand, laughing, wearing a goofy grin and has messy dirty blonde hair with a cute little cowlick. I decide that one bite will give me diabetes for life, but I smile at America and try a piece. It's actually really good, but probably also the sweetest thing I've ever eaten.

"It's really nice America."

"Really! Yay thanks Iggy!"

"I brought you some presents too, mainly from Japan."

"Japan?"

"Yes Japan, he's another country, from the east, actually I think you two would get on quite well."

I hand America a comic.

"Here, it's a comic book about superheroes, I have a feeling you'll enjoy it."

"Cool!" He says and sits down quietly and reads the comic, I unpack my stuff and sit down and start reading my current novel.

He runs up to me excited and happily bounces up onto the sofa to sit on my lap, while I'm busy drinking a cup of tea and enjoying my book.

"Iggy it was so cool! Superman was like pow and bam and whack, and all the villains were like ahhhh and everyone was like he's the hero! I wanna be a hero too!" He says sounding so excited that I feel like he's going to explode on my lap.

"Well you do have superhuman strength."

"I do?"

"You threw a bull into a tree when you were a toddler." I say taking a sip of tea as I do.

"Can't everyone do that?"

Staring blankly, dumbfounded at the boy I say: "No, no they can't America."