All the time in the world (UsUk)

Chapter 14 - Perseverance

POV America

Here goes nothing, I think having a staring contest with the black machine as if it was mocking me. Well no one mocks me and gets away with it! To prove myself to the phone I must make the phone call. My honour is now at stake.

Shoving my nervousness away to where I can't find it I grab the phone, spin in the number and when I hear him pick up I say "hey Iggy" into the phone before I loose my nerve.

"Do not call me that name ever again." A familiar, icy voice growls coldly into the machine before hanging up.

Admittedly I probably should have been sad from that interaction but just being able to hear Iggy's voice again calmed me down more than anything else in the world could.

I decide that if my approach here is to annoy him back into loving me then that means invading his house without warning and forcing myself into his privacy.

I pack my case and head off to England.

POV England

Everything reminds me of America, I see someone smiling or laughing I think of America and how he's always so happy. I read Shakespeare and I remember how much he hates it. I have a bath, I remember America's love of bubbles. I start eating and I remember how America was the only other person who liked my food and also how he would be eating five times the amount I would. see a woodlouse indoors and I think of how America would pick it up and carry it outside to safety claiming it was the act of a hero.

You name it everything revolves around him. In a literal sense too, he's becoming the world's most powerful country, he practically pulverised me during the revolution. Well with some help that is, I'd be proud of him if it didn't make me so damn depressed.

And then he called me on the phone, and had the nerve to called me Iggy. The amount of painful memories that nickname brought up were too much, I almost started crying when I heard his voice say that name.

Why was he even calling me anyway he hates me. Is he trying to rub it in my face that he's left and I'm all alone? Mock me? Rub his victory in my face?

No he's not that kind of person, he's so kind he was probably trying to make sure I'm okay, I did start crying. He's taking pity on me and being nice even though he hates me I think sadly.

Still I feel proud to have raised such a kind and caring child even being helpful to those he despises.

Just then there is a loud almost obnoxious knock on the door. I immediately know it's America, no one else can make a knock obnoxious.

I want nothing more than to pretend I'm not home but my inner gentleman forces me to open the door.

"Hey England." He says brightly and cheerfully like normal. Like nothing had changed.

"What do you want America? Why are you here?" I spit in the most threatening, cold voice I could muster. Using a glare famous for bringing fully grown men to their knees, making them trembling messes.

America however doesn't seem even remotely fazed.

"I'm just passing through the area and couldn't be bothered to book a hotel so I'm just gonna steal your couch, that cool with you? Great!" He says not waiting for an answer.

That obnoxiously adorable git, I swear  I'm going to kiss-I mean punch!-His cute-irritating!-Face! Get a grip brain, he hates you! And more importantly if he hurt you once he'll do it again. Force these obscene thoughts out of your head.

He has some nerve barging in here. I thought I taught him better manners. I'm about to give him a piece of my mind when He just barges past me into the house, jumps onto the sofa and pretends to fall asleep as soon as his head touches the cushion. Stupid git I always know when he's pretending.