Hetalia Kisses!! (slowly updating again c: )

US X UK

O////////O Requested by @myfavoriteisblack12~

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"Just one cheeseburger! Come on dude, just one!"

"No!"

"Please?"

"No!"

"Please?!"

"I don't want any of your nasty American food!" England snapped, turning away from America, whom frowned.

"Wow.. why're you so mean all of the sudden?" He asked.

England raised his eyebrows in surprise and faced him again. "Why am I so mean all of the sudden? Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, it was because you're constantly shoving greasy food in my face, trying to convince me to eat it?!"

Americas frown deepened. "Jeez dude, I'm sorry, I guess.."

He scoffed. "You're sorry you guess? That apology isn't meaningful if you're guessing yourself."

America sighed. "I'm sorry. I'll stop shoving greasy food in your face......................................... even though it's delicious and you don't know what you're missing out on....."

"That doesn't count either!!"

He laughed. "I'm sorry England."

"Apology not accepted." England crossed his arms and huffed.

Alfred pouted. "You're kidding right?! I actually apologised that time, why are you still mad at me?"

"Because you're a twit, that's why."

"That's not a good reason, dude!"

England's face heated up, partly out of anger, partly out of love for the go-lucky obnoxious American who, at the moment, was annoying the hell out of him. "Then what is a good reason?"

"Like, if I would've told France where you keep your underwear in your drawer."

"What?! You don't even know where I keep my underwear, right?!?!"

America chuckled and took a bite from his cheeseburger. "Nope, but if I did, and if I told Francey-pants, then that would be a good reason to not accept my apology. But lucky for you I didn't~" He winked.

England blushed more, and wondered if America actually knew where he kept his.. undergarments. Because that was a pretty strange and random thing to bring up..

America snickered to himself. Every time he visited Arthur's home, after getting the Brit to leave him alone for a while, he would sneak off to his room and go through everything England had in there.

Yeah, he found a couple of things he didn't really need to see.. because Arthur sucks at hiding dildos.. and of course, he discovered that little secret drawer where England puts his boxers and underwear. Why in a secret drawer, you ask?

Let's just say that on April fools day, Spain and Prussia thought it would be funny to put hot sauce in the Brits' boxers.

"America?" England's voice suddenly asked.

The said nation looked over at him, an eyebrow raised. "Yup?"

"Do you..." He trailed off nervously.

"Do I what?" America asked.

"Do you lo..." He couldn't get the words out. He knew that if Alfred didn't love him back, it would be the most embarrassing thing he's ever experienced.

"Do I what, dude?" Alfred repeated, honestly curious about what he was going to say.

"Do you love me?" He finally got the words out, and looked at him with a blush.

America was confused. "Of course I do, dude! You're like my brother, duh!"

England sighed, looking down at his hands, which were in his lap as the two of them sat in a McDonalds. He didn't mean it that way. "No, not... not like a brother.."

He still didn't understand. "What're you talking about, man?"

"Do you love me like a lover would?" Arthur had built up the courage to look him dead in the eye.

America stared at him blankly. "Oh.."

He bit his lip. "Well.. do you..?"

The larger nation fell silent. Did he? He continued looking at England, his eyes meandering over his hair, his eyes, his nose... his lips...

England sighed, standing. "I guess you don't.." He was so embarrassed. "Sorry for asking such a dumb question." He turned to walk away, but was stopped by a firm grasp on his wrist. He stopped and looked at America.

"Don't leave.. it isn't nice to leave somebody who loves you like a lover, you know." America smirked.

Arthur's heart swelled. "You're right." He grinned and let America pull him down into the booth he was sitting in.

"I love you, dude." Alfred smiled.

"I-I love you too." He stuttered, his heart racing. They were so close.

America closed the small gap of space in between them with his lips, and for a couple of seconds, England was so god damned surprised that he didn't kiss back.

It wasn't until the American let out a small whine that England began moving his lips with his, and they both smiled a little. America immediately dominated the Brits' tongue and the kiss got more and more intense.. they had both forgotten that they were in a public McDonalds until the Chinese manager there stormed over to them and began chewing them out in Chinese.

They didn't break their kiss until he smacked them both over the head. They both just laughed and stood up, America wrapping a strong arm around England's shoulders.

"We'll finish this at my place," Alfred whispered to him as they walked out. He was returned with a furious blush and a quick, embarrassed nod.