Independence Day [USUK]

Chapter 5

>>Independence Day: Chapter 5<<

America had changed his clothes in the bathroom next to England's bedroom. He slipped the alcohol stenched clothing off his body, replacing it with fresh ones and looking into the aged mirror. It's almost like he hasn't changed a bit since I left...He sighed, smoothing out his tangled hair then exiting the bathroom. Hmm. I hope I didn't say anything too weird last night! He seems like he's acting a little funny. He shrugged reluctantly. He usually acted a bit odd anyways.

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England sighed, digging his nails into the countertops and hanging his head. "No way in hell..." he whispered to himself. "No way in hell could he have such feelings for me...the git would've told me wouldn't he? He was always honest with me..."

Of course, he had no clue that America wasn't too fond of his cooking as a child, but let's keep to the subject.

Thump thump thump!

Damn...does he know how to walk down stairs like a civilised human being?

"Yo England..."

The Brit turned and looked at the tired, hung-over American. Part of him was saying 'ahh, he's so cute when he's tired like this~' but he couldn't say those types of things. He had to forget what was said. "Yes?"

"Do you have any Tylenol or something? My head is killing me."

England gave a snort, smiling at the American."Whose fault is that?"

America replied with a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, sooo funny. But seriously dude. It hurts like a bitch." He groaned, squinting his eyes a bit at the light that shined in from the opened curtains.

The Brit giggled at his pain; it was funny to see America hung over rather than himself. "Yes, I do. It's in the cabinet next to the stove. Your tea is finished as well. I'm sure that'd help your head more than medication would." England sat in the living room sipping on the tea he prepared for himself, not even looking at the American as he spoke. The other rolled his eyes and proceeding to the kitchen. Stupid England...What's he got an attitude about now?  He sighed, retrieving the bottle from the cabinet and downing a couple pills with the terrible tea the Englishman had made for him. At least he was kind enough to leave the sugar out so he could put more in.

He knew the American too well.

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GAHHHHHHH okay I am prepared to be yelled at. High school is quite the pain in the arse, I am so sorry. I've been working on this chapter for a bit. It's really just a filler chapter this time, since I don't want to rush the plot like I usually do, you know? I really hope you like this chapter. I'll try to start working on a new chapter. Thank you so much for over 1k reads!!