All the time in the world (UsUk)

Chapter 7 - 2ptalia

POV America

"Iggy's coming back today! Iggy's coming back today!" I sing as I dance around the house barely able to control my excitement.

He promised he'd be back soon, but he's been gone a couple years. I wonder if there really was a war or if he was just tired of me and is coming back just out of pity.

Well if that is the case I've just got to work really hard to make him like me! I think with a smile. I've been working really hard on becoming stronger. I hope Iggy's proud of me! I run around the house making final preparations then I sit at the window, staring intently out of it waiting for the familiar blonde hair to walk down the path way. Although I am slightly nervous to see him again considering my new found feelings for him.

When I finally see the messy blonde locks I almost burst from excitement. I run to the door, fling it open, run down the path and tackle Iggy into a hug although I maybe put a tad too much excitement into the hug ends up being an actual tackle. Iggy falls to the ground with me following close behind.

POV England

I was just walking up the path happily to America's house. Excited to finally see him again, stupid frog and the stupid long war. Then again at least it wasn't another one hundred years war.

Suddenly I get tackled to the ground by some random sod! The man sits up straddling my waist and when he doesn't move from that position I realise it's probably America because most other people understand boundaries, either that or it's Spain in disguise.

I get a better look at America after the initial shock, same big sky blue eyes, wide goofy grin and adorable cowlick.

But different height, he's taller than me! How dare he get taller than me! And different body structure too, he's really fit, strong arms, broad shoulders and by the looks of it abs. He's looking pretty good.

From a brotherly point of view! One brother can check out another!

"Hey Iggy dude! Sorry about that." His voice has broken and it sounds pretty husky too, damn it brain stop! He gets up off me and gives me a helping hand up. "Oh my god you shrunk!" America yells shocked.

"No you git you grew!"

"Hahaha I bet I can do this now!" And with that comment he picks me up with one arm and slings me over his shoulder.

"Put me down you wanker! And you could have done this as a toddler!"

"Yeah but back then you seemed strong and powerful now your just adorable!" And with that comment I kick him in the crotch causing him to drop me and I land gracefully.

"Not cool dude!" America says wincing in pain.

"Don't call me adorable! I am most definitely not! I used to be a ruthless terrifying pirate!" I yell indignantly.

"Used to!" He chides grinning. I glare at him.

"Come on lets go inside." I sigh.

"Okay." Said America voice slightly higher in pitch than usual, still in pain limping to the kitchen. "I made us lunch!" That was nice of him.

He placed a hamburger in front of himself and me. Grinning at my expression of disgust.

"If you think for one second that I would eat-" "A plate of such bloody filth." America finished. "Yeah yeah, I just wanted to see your reaction it was hilarious, here I made you beef stew." I grumbled an irritated thank you, annoyed he knew me this well.

The stew was really good, I was always the one who made the meals. And I normally had to set the table and clean up afterwards. But America seemed to be able to do all this himself now. He didn't seem to need me anymore.