England and Japan had been privately sending messages to each other. Not exactly messages, but fanfictions.
England had recently been asking Japan for writings. England had requested Japan a "America x England Lemon". Of course, it was in England's point of view.
As a fact, it was only England's second time reading a fanfiction.
England walked outside his door, realizing someone had slipped mail through the gap of the door. England picked it up, unwrapping it, yanking away the wrappers. He examined its weight, which was a little heavy. He flipped it, his eyes skimming through the words. In the corner of a letter, it had Japan's flag stamped at the right corner.
For England.
I put so much effort into this. I hope you enjoy.
-Japan
England felt tense building up, thinking about the last fanfiction based about him and America.
England plopped on the couch. He swiftly opened the envelope, and pulled out a small book that consisted of a hard cover as a guardian. It seemed like a novel with about forty papers.
Is this how long these are?
England's internal voice asked.
He flipped the pages, scrutinizing every word carefully.
Lemon
England x America
England shivered by the words, and decided to advance to the other page.
Lemon?
A fresh image of the fruit, lemon, appeared in his head. England thought to himself, and peeked at the other page. There was a full page of fanart drawn by Japan, displaying America kissing England on the cheek.
England blushed extremely red, and slammed the book close as if he were peeking through a gap from window shutters and was caught. England sighed, and opened the book again. Letters appeared, and it begun.
England was curiously reading the piece of art, which had had much detail included. Britain flipped through the pages, reading attentively, each word counting. England's cheeks radiated. The vivid images were like being face to face with a screen of a TV.
America turned to look at me in the eyes. He had his bright smile of usual, his hair slightly being whiffed by the sincere wind.
England groped onto a pillow and squeezed it around his arms.
"What am I doing?" England sighed, putting a hand of disappointment on his forehead. England set the book aside, and stared at it. His hand crawled to it, opening it to the same page he was in.
"It won't hurt to read a little more," England muttered.
The characters were portrayed perfectly, matching their personality. It was like playing a game of yourself.
England was laying on his back. About ten pages later, he was already absorbed into it. England hadn't reached into the "lemon", but he was somewhat close.
"Hey dude!" I heard America exclaim, running up to me. Two arms were wrapped around me tightly. America was hugging me. I wrap my arms around him.
"What do you need America?" I ask, as he slowly released me from the hug.
"Let's go hang out tomorrow!" America speaks excitedly.
England continued reading. About an hour of reading the miniature words, he finally caught up with that lemon page.
"England," America spoke in a serious tone, slamming an arm next to my shoulder, caging me in between his arms.
