The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 11

I don't own Hetalia, if I did there would be so many couples it would be unbelievable!

{England's POV}

I woke up with America cuddling into me, I was pressed against his chest and his arms were wrapped around me tightly. I tried to wriggle free but he had me in an iron grip, I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to figure out what to do. I could ask Scotland for help, he used magic like me so he could help me with Oliver. Or I could try to accept my feelings for America and hope that it can 'fix' me, but then if I did that there was no guarantee that it would work. Although it was still a better option than talking to Scotland, even though we are brothers we aren't on the...best of terms. Soon enough America started to stir, he shuffled around a bit and held me even closer, I thought that would be impossible.
"Iggy~" he whispered sweetly in my ear, he started to nuzzle the back of my neck softly. I tensed slightly, not used to America being like this, although he did seem much more loveable like this, not shouting and being careless. I suppose I could grow to except my feelings if he was always like this.
"Your so warm Iggy" I blushed slightly, he was so much sweeter like this. I never thought he could be like this.
"I think I love you Iggy. I want you to feel the same" he said it so quietly I wasn't sure if I had imagined it, but if I did does that mean I love him? I shifted slightly and he moved me so I was facing him, my eyes were closed though, I didn't want him to know I could hear this. He hugged me softly, his arms around my waist and what felt like his wrists touching my ass, he placed a soft kiss on my nose. I gave a small smile and heard him laugh quietly.
"Your so adorable when you sleep Iggy. I wonder if you would come to America with me for my birthday?" I felt like my heart was going to break, he wanted me there for his birthday, that would be difficult for us both "nah, you wouldn't come with m-me, it's too difficult for you. Your fragile and it would upset you..." I heard his voice break and felt splatters on my face. He was crying. America was crying. How touching. Alfred's crying, he cares about you, you don't care about him. Well, you do slightly. It's funny, developing feelings for him right when it's too late. Bad luck Arthur. I was too late, I knew it. I suppose I could spend time with him before I disappear and Oliver takes over. Will America love Oliver when I'm gone? Will he even notice when gone? And will I be forced to watch America love another, knowing that if I had realised my feelings sooner and acted on them without hesitation I would still be here and he would still love me? My closed eyes welled up with tears, they slid slowly down my face.
"England, why are you crying?" I opened my eyes and was met with blue orbs, full of worry.
"It's nothing, really. Just...just being stupid is all" I supplied him with a small smile, it was an authentic one.
"If you need to talk to me about anything you can, got that?" I nodded. He hugged me tighter, smirking at me as if to say 'I caught you'. In a way I suppose he did, I couldn't escape because his grip was tight and I wasn't strong enough. During this the covers had been kicked down and I noticed something that made my face turn a dark red colour.
"America, you do realise that we're only in our underwear"
"I know, but I don't mind" he winked at me and rolled onto his back, taking me with him as he was still holding me.
"Damn bedcovers trapping my legs" he complained, kicking the covers off us completely. I heard them fall on the floor. Because America was taller than me he had to haul me up so our foreheads could touch, he looked into my eyes and smiled.
"Can I call you Iggy?" He asked me. I nodded, I would've said no, that it's a stupid nickname but I like being called Iggy, it made me feel loved, well I suppose I am loved. He kissed my nose and I blinked in surprise. I didn't expect him to do anything like that when I was awake.
"C'mon Iggy, it's cool. Doesn't mean you have to kiss me back. I care about you, I mean, I think I love you so I gotta show it somehow" I blushed at the statement. He loved me and he admitted it, even after the reaction I had had when he told me he only liked me. Why could I not understand if I liked him or not? I mean, I thought he was sweet and caring, I suppose I might like him. He hugged me even tighter and I gasped a little.
"Ohonhonhonhon, well what do we have here?"