All the time in the world (UsUk)

Chapter 6 - Iggyloo

POV England

Once again I am jolted awake by a massive weight hitting my chest full force.

"Iggy! Iggy! Iggy! Wake up it's ssssnnnnoooowwwwiiiiiinnnngggg!"

"Uh huh." I say drowsily rubbing my eyes, I had to stay up so late doing paper work. Mine on it's own is bad enough, but when you America's to the mix that's a whole other matter.

"Iggy come on!" He yells into my ear.

"Okay okay, I'm coming." I say groggily.

"Snow snow snow." He sings eating his breakfast. "I've never seen snow before, but I read about it in comics and it's awesome!"

Once he'd finished his breakfast he yelled at me: "Iggy hurry up! We've gotta go now!" I just glare at him and eat my breakfast at the same pace. When I'm finally finished he drags me out the house.

"Ah! Why is it so cold?!" I drag America back into the house, shove on his coat. Put on his mittens, bobble hat and smother him with a scarf. I have to say he looks adorable.

After putting on my gear we head out again.

"Hahaha it's so fluffy!" He says touching the snow and laughing like a maniac. He then put some in his mouth and said: "huh it tastes like water."

"That's because it is water you idiot!"

"No it's not it's white and solid, water is a liquid!" And with that comment I just flop into the snow, and write a note to self in my mind which is teach America about the world before he injures himself or offends someone.

"Good idea Iggy snow angels!" He yells flopping onto the ground, waving his arms and legs around wildly. He stands up and looks at his work, "so cool!" He yells before running around the white blanket leaving footprints as he goes. "I'm leaving a trail!" He yells ecstatically and keeps running around like a freight train. I'm starting to think that snow is bad for America's health. Just then a snowball hits me in the face.

"Haha got ya!"

"Oh yeah! No one beats the Great British Empire!" I yell.

"Apart from the United States!" He yells back and a full on snowball war begins. America throwing them so hard they feel like canon balls while I throw them gently so he doesn't get hurt.

Eventually America gets bored and yells at me: "Iggy! Iggy! Iggy! Do you wanna build a snowman?" (A/N: I'm sorry please don't kill me I had to.)

"Alright." I say but only because I think another snowball from him would possibly kill me, or at least knock me out.

America runs around working on the head while I work on the body. He keeps falling over into the snow while pushing the ball, it's adorable. When we are done I put on the head on the body and America runs around finding objects to decorate the snowman with.

He places three stone buttons on his body and two sticks on either side of his body for arms, then a carrot nose on its head and two stones for eyes. I start to get suspicious when he makes the mouth a scowl and my suspicions are confirmed when he gives the snowman massive eyebrows with a bunch of sticks.

"Its an Iggyman!" He yells laughing, proud of his pun.

"Well I think we need to make an Ameriman don't you?"

"Iggy is the cold getting to you? You never make nicknames." I don't think the cold is getting to me I think its America's contagious smile. He's right though, it's not proper for a British gentleman to say such things. But I don't care.