Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)

CH.7

England's P.O.V.

"What's this?" I felt his finger gently tug on the curtain near my lower back.

"Nothing! Nothing at all!" I quickly took this opportunity to rip my self away from his grip and turn my back away from him.

Americas eyebrow raised, a smirk on his face. "Does Iggy have a tramp stamp?" My eyes widened as my hands automatically flew to my tailbone area to cover the tattoo.

"No!"

"come on! I already seen the one tattoo, why not the rest!?" I rolled my eyes at him as he whined.

"No, My tattoos are none of your business, Besides, I didn't offer to show you it, you tricked me!"

"Please! Dude, its totally bugging me!"

"No! Now get out, you are making me feel uncomfortable!"

"How!?" I just starred him down, clutching onto the curtain.

"What were you just doing earlier?" He looked lost in thought for a minute before he turned red.

"Oh....I um, I don't know what I was doing. I was just..."

"Go." I pointed toward the door for him to exit.

"Ya, sure..." He awkwardly walked out still with a red face. I sighed and glanced into the mirror.

I grimaced at the reflection. Slowly, I cranked my neck in attempt to see my back tattoos. I don't know why I ever got them, it was the dumbest mistake ever! But what put me in an ever worse mood was the thought of my other tattoos. The one on my back, my 'tramp stamp' and the one on my wrist. He may have seen one, but he wont see the other two, its to embarrassing.

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After I finished my shower, I slipped on my UK flag sweat pants and a long sleeve white t-shirt. I figured that if I am stuck as a teen for a while, I might as well look like one. Other wise I would have put on a more formal outfit because of my (unwelcomed) guest. I stepped into the living room, only to be greeted with an annoying laugh.

"Honhonhon, what are you wearing England?" I growled at France and sat in a seat far away from him.

"They are called pajamas dumbass!"

"Calm down England, your feisty attitude is just calling out to me." I gapped at him, did he really just go there again?

"Dude, why are you wearing those for bed? I thought it was ungentlemanly like to wear such American styled clothing?" America asked as he walked into the room.

"I look like a teen, do I not? Then I think its only necessary if I look like one!" I huffed and crossed my arms.

"Aw he looks so cute when he pouts!" That was it! I grabbed the couch pillow and chucked it at Frances face. He clumsily caught it and threw it back.

"Pillow fight!" America yelled as he magically pulled out multiple pillows from thin air.

"No!" I jumped up and dived behind the couch, attempting to miss any cushy bullets.

"HAHA! Take that loser!" I heard a thump followed by a groan.

"Avenge me England!" France called out. I jumped up from my shelter and glared at him.

"Like hell I would ever avenge your sorry excuse for a-" I was cut off when a soft, yet hurtful force smacked my in the face, knocking me to the floor. Slowly, I rose from the hard wood floor, the pillow clutched firmly in my hands. My eye brows twitching and revenge seeping through me.

"Uh, England, are you okay?" I heard Americas shaky voice ask. His caution was weakness.

"VENGANCE!" I yelled as I leaped over the couch. In mid air I flipped over Americas head and landed behind him. Quickly I chucked the pillow at him and right as he turned around to face me, the pillow hit him square in the face.

"HAHA, who's the loser now!?" And that was the start of a very dangerous pillow war.

America threw another one at me, but somehow I easily dodged it. I used France as a shield for a few throws and managed to hit America 10 more times.

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"Okay, im done dudes!" America called out from under a mountain of pillows.

"I win!" I yelled in joy. I felt so happy, like this was the most fun I have had in years. I felt more alive...

"O-oui...." I laughed as France shakily stood up from behind my couch that was now previously flipped upside down. To sum it up, my living room was a disaster.

"Oh...Uh.." I watched America take a good look at my dismantled living room with horror.

"Its fine."

"But England, we destroyed everything!" shock in every word.

"Oui!"

"So, it was worth it wasn't it?" They both looked at me as if I was crazy. "We had fun right?" They both nodded, a smile etching into my face. "See? Then it was worth the mess, as long as we had fun!" With that, I turned and walked towards the steps.

"I will be in my studies searching for something entertaining. You two find something for dinner, then call me down when its read, K?" They just nodded with confused and surprised looks. Why, I don't know..... Maybe I hit them to hard with the pillow?

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America's P.O.V.

"What was that?" I asked as soon as England was out of ear shot.

"I told you he was more funner when he was young." France flipped then couch back over, dusting it off with his hands.

"Well yeah but he didn't get mad at how we destroyed his living room." France just shrugged and began to clean up the mess.

"Its natural for a teen to side step the feeling of anger when something fun can turn into a mess. Now help me clean." I picked up some of the pillows and placed them back on the chairs ad couches.

"why?"

"Because if we don't, it wont ever get cleaned until normal England comes back."

I thought for a second before asking "He seemed more happy, like he really had fun. Why is that if he just looks like a teen again?"

"I don't know, maybe he is trying to have fun for your sake of happiness?" I stopped what I was doing and watched as France walked out of the room.

"Im going to order pizza!" He just waved his hand in response which I took as an OK.

Was England really only pretending to have fun for my sake? Or was he really enjoying hanging with me?