The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 12

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

{Americas POV}

"Ohonhonhonhon, well what do we have here?" I looked to the door. Why was France here? I felt England tense, I could tell France was the last person he wanted to see when he was like this.
"Hey France. Why are you here?" I asked casually, my arms still wrapped around England.
"You have missed your flight Amérique. We all wondered where you were so I came here to find you, although I can agree with you that Angleterre is worth missing a flight, did you love birds have fun?" He leaned against the doorframe, clearly proud that he had witnessed this, he would probably go and tell Prussia and Spain that he had caught us having sex or something. And knowing those two they would believe it and tell everyone. England was about to say something but I silenced him.
"Let me handle this and make him jealous, just go along with it" I whispered quiet enough so France couldn't hear.
"Well France, I know what your thinking and no. We did not have sex" England's face turned red. "But we did have fun" I smiled widely at France. "'Cause this guys so freakin' adorable~" I cooed, letting my hands travel down so they were resting on his ass. France shot daggers at me.
"Well Amérique, you will need to leave your lover and go home. Tomorrow, if I remember correctly is your Independence Day. Don't want to miss that now do you?" He said sneakily. England started coughing just then. How dare France mention that in front of England! He knows what it does to him! I shot up and England came with me. I held him close and rubbed him back, my hand tracing over spine. Then I remembered the tattoo and scars. I looked at his back quickly, the marks were gone but of course the tattoo was still there.
"Angleterre! You have a tattoo! How unlike you, can I see it in greater detail?" He didn't wait for an answer, he floated over to the bed and put his hand over the tattoo, he smirked at me.
"Stop touching me you bloody wanker!" England exclaimed. He sunk into me, and wrapped his arms around my neck. He wanted me to protect him. Cute!
"You seem to have no problem with Amérique touching you"
"That's different you frog!" He yelled, his head settling into the space between my neck and shoulder. I had to resist the urge to kiss him senseless. Although if I did that it would really piss France off.
"Ugh...give me a minute France. I'll be downstairs in a bit okay?" With that France left and went downstairs, exclaiming loudly in French.