The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 13

I wanted to put so much cuteness in those last chapters. I think I succeeded with that, when I read it over I "awhh-ed" a few times.
I don't own Hetalia, if I did there would be so many couples it would be unbelievable!

{Americas POV}

I released England and laid on on the bed so I could get up, I sighed, I would need to leave so I could go back to my country. I would love to stay but tomorrow's my birthday and it would upset England if I did.
"I'm going for a shower Iggy" I said as I exited the room. I went into the guest bedroom and took some clothes out of my suitcase, I walked to the bathroom in the hallway. I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the shower as I turned on the spray of water. I looked at the assortment of bottles on the shelf and picked one up at random, green apple body wash. I squirted some on my hand and spread it on my body, green apples smell surprisingly good, they smelt like England. But England's scent was a mix of green apples, tea and cologne, a strange combination but it worked. I stepped out the shower and dried myself, putting on my clothes and heading downstairs to the kitchen where France was waiting for me, wine in hand. Seriously! Where the fuck do these guys keep this stuff?
"Bonjour Amérique. Did you enjoy your little 'slumber' with mon amour?" He asked innocently, his eyes blazing with hidden rage. I knew France liked England. He told me many times, hinting at it here and there. He even bragged about how he and England had sex once, although the part he left out was that said Briton was extremely drunk and didn't have a clue what was going on, that's what Prussia had told me anyway, he went with them and took note of the whole thing.
"I did France. I did" a sly grin appearing on my face, whenever France was around England I wanted to show him tons of affection as I knew it would annoy the Frenchman greatly.
"Well, I know a little something about darling Angleterre that I am sure you would love to know. It would make your romantic actions very well received, if you know what I mean" he broke out into his signature laugh, meanwhile I was extremely confused. What was he talking about?
"What do you mean Frenchie? Spit it out already"
"I can't tell you so easily Amérique. I know you are dying to get into mon amours pants but I simply cannot say"
"Then why mention it!" I growled, angry that he was taunting me with secret information.
"I'm sure you can find out on you own. I just wanted to warn you. I used that method to get him to agree to sex and I think you will find it useful" I flushed red. What was he talking about? There was an uncomfortable silence that was broken by England walking into the kitchen, still only wearing his underwear.
"Ohonhonhon, why hello Angleterre" the damn Frenchie spouted, I could see England's eyes fill with rage.
"What are you doing in my house frog. Get out" he filled his kettle up with water then flicked the switch, setting it to boil.
"I am staying, I am giving Amérique a ride to the airport, he has missed his flight and the next one is not until later today" he smirked, flicking his head round, his hair swaying. This caused England to mutter user his breath, something about frogs and bloody wankers. I smiled, England was so funny when he was mad. The water in the kettle had finished boiling and England poured it in a cup, making his bland tea, he drank from it quickly, not waiting for it to cool.
"Well" he announced, finishing his tea "I suppose I should have a shower and get dressed if you are staying" with that he quickly left the kitchen and ran up the stairs, his feet making a dull thudding noise with every stair he went up.