Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)

CH.6

"BASTARD!"

After that I pushed him off of the stool and watched as he fell and hit the ground. His groaning and pain brought a smirk to my face.

"Damn Iggy, I think you killed him..." America slowly scooted his stool away.

"Not so weak now." I sighed as France shakily got up from the floor, an amused glare on his face.

"Your right, I think you broke my nose...feisty, I like it!" France cupped my chin and force me to looked up into his eyes. "It bring out my inner tiger" I quickly smacked his hand and punched him in the same spot I did a minute ago.

"Fuck off nasty perverted frog!" I yelled as he held his bleeding nose. He whined about how mean I was. I just glared and turned to America. He looked a taken back, but quickly recovered.

"I'm taking a shower, the frog touched me. Don't let him anywhere near my bathroom in my bedroom."

"S-sure thing dude...." America quickly nodded, glancing at France. I sighed and tossed France a wet rag.

"Here, Now stop whining, its annoying." I started to walk out of the kitchen, but stopped only to add one more thing. "And clean up you blood, I don't want it staining my floor."

With that, I walked up to my personal bathroom to clean the perv. off me.

'''''''

America's P.O.V.

I watched France wipe the blood off his nose.

"You shouldn't have said that to him dude, you had it coming to ya." He just grunted in response.

"Well, I didn't think he would actually punch me. It feels like back it the days..."

"What do you mean?"

"Oui, that's right, I have to tell you the rest of England's teen days!" He took his seat again, flipping his hair over his shoulder.

"Well, you see, England wasn't all cool and hot. He was also a trouble maker."

"Really?!" I couldn't believe England was like that.

"Oui, he used to always get in fights. That's why I said that, he was stronger then. Now he is weaker. But that hit he gave me, it felt like the old times." I nodded, he did seem stronger...

"So about his tattoo..."

"Oh, yeah, I didn't want to say this, because I know he would murder me, but he has more than one."

"What!?" I threw my hands up in exaggeration.

"I have only seen one and it is on his back."

"I have to see them!"

"So ask England if you can." I gave him that 'are-you-dumb' look.

"You seriously think he would show me willingly?"

"Your right, so go into his bathroom and wait till he gets out. Then you will definitely see his back tattoo, maybe even the rest." He gave me a perverted look.

"OKay, one, stop thinking of a naked England." France quickly looked away blushing. "And two, im not a stalker like you, I will just ask."

"Whatever you say...."

"OKay then." I got up, fixing my glasses. "I'm going go guard the bathroom door."

"HONHONHON!" I glared sharply at him.

"Not that way dude! He told me too! Bro, your seriously pervy!" I stormed out of the room and up to England's bedroom, listening as Frances laugh slowly faded away.

I walked through his room and into his bathroom.

"Yo bro, im going to go pee then I will stand outside and guard you from pervy downstairs!" I called over the running water.

"W-what?" I unzipped my pants and began to pee....nothing more....

"America!" I quickly turned to see a red faced brit. England had his head poking out from the shower curtain. Well this is awkward...

'''''''''

England's P.O.V.

I starred at his red faced. He stopped peeing and starred back, equally red faced.

"I-I said I was peeing..." I just then noticed that I was still starring.....my gaze traveled down and I quickly covered my eyes, letting out a little squeak.

"I'm so sorry!" I forgot my eyes were closed and I slipped on the wet tub surface. I fell out of the shower, ripping the curtains down with me and hit the ground. Great....now my new tile is going to be ruined!

"That didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would..." I stated, rubbing my wet hair out of my face.

"Not to make things any more awkward, but could you get off me....." I blushed deeper red before quickly standing up and wrapping the curtain around my waist like a towel.

"U-Uh..." I turned away, my face heating up.

"Wow, uh...lets not tell anyone about thins..." America got up, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"a-America...."

"Yeah?" I ruffled my hair, water droplets flinging everywhere.

"Your uh....zipper...." I slowly pointed toward his unzipped zipper. He quickly reacted, zipping his pants.

"Sorry..."

"No, its fine....but..." I couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"What?" He asked confused.

"France was right....Lady Liberty has gotten smaller..." His face quickly turned 50 shades of red.

"Dude, that's so not cool..." He looked away embarrassed. I let out a laugh, rubbing my face.

"I wouldn't laugh if I were you." A smirk suddenly appeared on his face, which made me worry.

"Why?" He faced me fully, a chuckle of his own

"Big Ben isn't much bigger." I quickly looked down my cheeks heating up more.

"GAh!" I quickly pulled the curtain up more, tying it so it would fall again. "Bloody hell..."

"What's that?" I sent America a confused look before looking behind me to where he was pointing.

"Wow, that's one badass tattoo!" I realized what he did and went to turn back around and face him so he couldn't see me back.

"No, im looking at it." I felt his breath on the back of my neck as he held me in my spot by holding onto my waist. I gulped and shivered under his touch. Why was he acting this way!?

I shivered as he used his fingers to trace the tattoo. It was a giant six string guitar with the British flag in the background and 'UK' written on the guitar.

"Did it hurt?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked down at the floor.

"I don't remember.."

"Oh.." He was so close to my neck, I could feel his breath. His nose gently brushed against my hair. I felt tingly, my stomach was in knot's. What's wrong with me!? Its just America!?

"Y-yeah..."