Hetalia Oneshots

❤️England x America❤️

A/N: Look, please they're just countries.
Alfred Jones=America
Arthur Kirkland=England

Glasses

America lay next to England in the grass, looking up at the stars, away from the ball in the hall behind them.
"So, nice party dude." America piped. He turned his head and looked at the male beside him, taking in his features; bushy eyebrows, blond hair and sparkling emerald eyes.
"America, look!" He pointed to the sky where they both got a glimpse of a faint shooting star, zipping through the twinkling array of bright stars. "Isn't it beautiful..." He continued. America grunted in agreement. This moment was the perfect time to tell Arthur about his long lasting crush on him. A bead of sweat slipped down Alfred's forehead as he sighed. This crush had gone on ever since Arthur had taken him in as a tiny country. By the time he had grown up, he realised he was too young to realise that his love towards the English man was more than just brotherly. But when he did, he acted rashly.

"When I grow up, I'm going to be just like you Iggy!" The young man laughed, his head back. The smaller man sighed and picked up a small case. The laughing man irked and looked to see what the man with emerald eyes had in his hands.
"Here, America," he handed the blue leather case to the country. "They're for your eyes." America took the box eagerly and snapped it open.
"Uh, dude, what the heck are these?" He lifted out a pair of red rimmed glasses, holding them at the tip and inspecting them in the light. The emerald eyed man scoffed and snatched them from his hands. "Hey England!" America protested, but to no prevail. England stood in front of the American and carefully slotted the glasses on the other country's face. America surveyed England's concentrated expression, slightly blushing.
"There!" He saw the twinkle in the deep emerald of the other country's eyes. "America are you- mmph!" England was cut off when the other male pressed his lips onto his own. His eyes widened and pushed America back. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you!?" He shouted. America could see that he did something wrong. By the anger on England's face, the terror in his eyes. He could see them so clearly...

"Hey, America?" A hand waves in front of Alfred's face. He turned to see England nose to nose with him, the usual sparkle in his vibrant emerald eyes. "I've been calling you again and again but you-"
"Arthur I have something to ask you." He interrupted the rambling country.
"Oh-uh go ahead." Arthur replied uncertainly.
"Do you like me?" Alfred looked down, he couldn't bear to see those eyes again, the fear.
"Oh of course I do, silly! I-"
"Not in that way. In the love way." He could feel the tears welling up at the brim of his eyes. "It's okay if you don't." He felt a warm hand on his cheek and looked up to see Arthur gazing warmly at him, no fear in those deep green eyes.
"Before, I was quite scared of what you did. But it helped me realise what feeling I had been surpressing." Arthur confessed. "I love you too, Alfred." He smiled. Alfred could see the love and warmth in Arthur's eyes, reflecting the happiness in his own. He could see it so clearly...