Too Much To Hold Back

Car Troubles?

America pushed the doors open and walked out into the rain. "Damn..." He sneered. America took his jacket off and held it above his head to shield him from the rain. It's always raining in England...

America ran to his rental car and fumbled with the keys. Struggling to unlock his car with one hand he eventually had to use both. America jumped inside his car, his cloths slightly damp to his dismay. Shivering, he then put the keys into the ignition and twisted, sighing when the car roared to life. As the car started to heat up, he headed out of the parking lot, but he stopped. For in his rear view mirror was what looked like a troubled England. America slowed down to turn back into the parking lot.

He slowed to a stop. His car parked behind Englands, basically blocking his way out. But unfortunately for England, he couldn't go anywhere even if he wanted too, his left front tire had blown out, and it was too far of a drive to make it back home. England noticed the rental car pulled up behind him. He looked up from his tire to lock eyes with America. 'Fuck, I really just wanted to get away from him today...' England sighed as his mind went on about the American in negative ways.

"Car troubles?" The American smiled.

"Oh, none of your bloody business!" England retorted, irritated about the fact his afternoon tea would have to wait.

"Woah, dude calm your tits! I was wondering I could drive you back home! And tomorrow you could call in a tow." America wanted to help him, to make him happy. He did want to spend more time with him. In fact, he would rather spend the night with hi-. America shook the lewd thoughts out of his head. Pretending they ever came up.

England grumbled under his breath and trudged to the car. He plopped inside the car, soaking wet. His hair plastered to his face. He had meant to bring his umbrella inside with him, for it rains about every week in England. But unfortunately he had left it at home. 'Bloody fucking great this is...' England crossed his arms and put his facial expression into his infamous grumpy old man face. More negative thoughts crossed his mind, and was snapped out of them when he remembered there was someone else in the car. England turned to America and smiled. An obviously forced one.

"Thank you for going through the trouble to bring me home....America..." England turned back to the window, watching the streets of his country flash by.

"Awe...it's...it's no problem Iggy! Anything to help..." America smiled. He started to think about England. Not just the person, but the place. He recalled riding the Eye Of London when he was a child. Looking over London, bright lights flashing and surrounding him in a glow. The lights in his eyes made it look like he could of unraveled the worlds mysterious ways with a single glance. Before America new it, he was already close to Englands house.

England was also lost in thought on the way home. His mind wandered to America. 'Why is he acting so strangely today....he seems tiered...or....distracted?...' England frowned. His mind trying to figure the other out. He was broken out of his daze when Americas car pulled up in front of his house.

"Alright. Be careful walking in, it could be slippery..." America smiled warmly again, but there it was, something hidden underneath...England wore a puzzled look, searching for an answer to his more puzzling question.

England couldn't figure out what the problem was. But he was worried for him. He decided he would find out his own way. "Um....America..." England looked down, embarrassed to ask a question as simple as this. " Before you leave...would you like to come in? It's been a while since we have caught up...." He fumbled with the edge of his coat, a light blush of embarrassment dusting his cheeks.

America perked up a bit. Shocked, but then smiled again. "Haha. I would like that! Thanks dude!" America then pulled into Englands empty driveway and parked.

"Git..." England mumbled under his breath while stepping into the rain. Still blushing from the innocent question. It was a simple question. Why?