Unexpected love

Chapter 17: Cock block

                                         Monte Carlo's POV

     Stretching, I groaned softly as I heard a few pops from my legs and back before sighing. I simply laid on the couch, rubbing my eyes to clear my slightly blurred vision. I looked up at the ceiling and thought about the night the brought me here. I couldn't help myself, I smiled at the little bits and pieces that I remembered vividly. England jumping off the coffee table, him blowing out the candle on his cake...

     Sitting up, I pulled the covers away from me, warm enough with my sweats. I tried to be as quiet as I could, not wanting to disturb England if he was still recovering from the hangover I guessed he was suffering.

     "She bloody hung up on me! Damn it!" I heard him hiss, the way he spoke made me shake my head with a slight smile on my lips.

     Seeing as he was up, I peeked into the doorway to see him turned away to put his phone on the nightstand by the side of his bed. "England?" I asked softly, entering his room.

     He looked back at me, eyes holding a nervous glint. "C-Come in, love." He encouraged, patting the side of his mattress softly.

     Nodding, I came over to him and took a seat next to him, smiling a little. "I hope your not upset with me or anything..." I quietly said, looking away from him in case he was a little angered.

     "Upset? Monte," He put a hand over my shoulder, making me turn to him. "Why would I be upset at you?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

     "Well...You were drunk, you jumped off a table and had me and America bring you home... You're not upset that it kind of got out of hand for you?" I asked, a little shy to have him so close, not to mention that I probably looked like crap.

     "It was my fault for drinking so much, it would only be my fault, no one to blame but me. Don't think I'm mad at you, love, please? If anything, I'm really grateful for you and your party... It was very sweet of you to think of me like that." He assured me, pulling his hand back with a light smile.

     "W-Wait!" I jumped up. "Stay here." I ran out the room and down to the living room. I remembered something important I meant to give to England before we started partying. Grabbing the plastic bag I got from the photography store, I ran up back to the blond's bedroom, skipping a step each time I took a step. Sliding to him, I held out the bag to him, panting a little. "I-I forgot to give this to you. It's a present, for your birthday." I explained, looking down at him.

     "A...present?" He asked as he took it in his arms, allowing me to sit beside him as I nodded. Hesitantly, he opened the bag and pulled out the camera, then the scrap book. Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked up at me.

     That scared me. Did he not like my gift to him?

     "Silly girl..." He sighed before wrapping his arms around me to hug me close. I was slightly taken aback by his motion, but I hugged back anyway, his bare chest against my own clothed one. "You didn't need to get me anything, Monte...You gave me a celebration, I thought you had given me enough." He told me, pulling back only to look down at me.

     "I wanted you to know that I care for you...England..." I softly admitted, fingers pressing into his sheets.

     "I...Thank you very much, Monte Carlo..." He whispered, making me look up at him with a small smile.

     "You're welcome, England." I replied, noticing how close we were to each other. Now or never... I thought to myself, resting a hand over his forearm, looking up at him to find his face soft pink. I leaned in to close the distance, and he didn't seem to fight me, he actually followed my lead. Oh, how I could feel his face get close to mine as my eyes shut, waiting for the moment when my lips me-

     "Yo, England!! Got a wicked hangover, buddy?!"

     I jumped from my spot and whipped my head to find America slipping a milkshake from a cup with certain golden arches on the side.

     "G-Get out of my house, burger boy! You'll only make it worse!!" I heard England shout.

     "I-I'll just go now." I laughed a little nervously before dashing out the room and gathering my things.

     "Shit, I cock blocked, didn't I Iggy?" I heard America ask from upstairs as I reached for the handle of the door.

     "I said, out of my house, git!!" I stepped out and started toward my own house, putting my fingers to my lips softly, smiling a little at the feeling I got from being so close to sharing a kiss with the sweet European country.