All the time in the world (UsUk)

Chapter 4 - Tomato Bastard

POV England

I wake up bright and early just like I normally do, try to get up, but fail because of the weight on my chest. Wait, weight on my chest?

I look down and see America lying over my chest like he used to do as a toddler, only now he's bigger so he's over me forming a cross shape. How the hell did he manage to get from my arm to there in his sleep! I gently lift off his small body and lay him gently on the bed before going and making us an english breakfast.

While he's happily munching on eggs and bacon-I still can't believe he willing eats my food-I decide that I should introduce him to some of the other nations so he gets an idea of what he is going to have to deal with in the future. Europe's holding a meeting in a couple days, I may as well take him to that I don't want to leave him alone anyway.

"Hey America would you like to meet some other countries from Europe?"

"Really? Yeah!" He says excited. We head off out the door towards France. Why does it have to be in his country I hate Paris! Surrounded by roses, love, wine and baguettes, not to mention that insufferable eiffel tower, which you can see from the conference room, I'll bet that frog did that just to annoy me!

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When I open the door to the conference room the first person I spot is Spain, I nod knowingly at him and he chuckles and winks back.

Just then France comes up behind me and places a hand on my lower back which I quickly slap off.

"Seriously tell me your secret, you two are always sharing looks. Tell moi what on earth you know!" Says France in his annoying flirtatious accent.

"What are you talking about France?" Spain says politely, looking innocent.

"Yeah You bloody git, what are you on about 'sharing looks' you must have too much wine in your blood stream frog." Spain and I agreed long ago to keep it our secret and not tell anyone, especially not France, I shudder at the thought of him finding out.

"Ah look, you have brought your little American with you, you're so cute ." He says noticing America with his rape face on, I quickly move America to the other side of me, away from France.

"Hey! Your molester man!" America yells pointing at the blonde.

"Molester man! I do not molest people."

"Then what have you been doing to me for over a thousand years you wine loving bastard!" I yell at the frog.

"Simply spreading love." He says with a hair flick and dreamy look in his eye. "Something you've never understood Angleterre, America surely you would be happier with me non? This unfashionable man has no place raising a child, he's probably drunk half the time."

I'm about to yell bloody murder at him when I think what if America leaves me for France? Everyone likes the frog better anyway with his fashionable clothes, perfect hair and delicious food.

I suppose I'm used to being alone, I'm always being left abandoned. I've managed alone up until now, who needs other people anyway, being alone has made me a stronger person. Besides sometimes it can be nice to be alone.

"No way!" He yells sticking his tongue out. "Iggy's my big brother not you." He says grabbing my leg and grinning up at me.

"Ha! In your face frog!" I yell pointing at him before realising that was completely immature and ungentlemanly, but I don't care. He picked me over the frog! Admittedly he'd already done that when we first met, but now he actually knows what kind of person I am. But yet he still stayed with me instead of leaving me for someone else.