USUK/UKUS One Shots

Yes, Sir (UkUs Lemon)

Warnings: Sexual content, language

Inspired by dannyphantom.exe on Tik Tok's 'English gentlemen' videos

England rifled through his pockets for his keys. It had been a long day on Downing Street full of tedious work and yelling at interns to the point that his voice hurt, meaning he was irritated. The only thing that kept him moving was the fact that he knew he would snap out of it with a good hot cup of tea.

Selecting the proper key, he slipped it into the lock and entered his flat (or as America would call it, apartment). America, right. In the stress of his work, he'd forgotten that his boyfriend had flown in from D.C. to visit him earlier in the week. He'd surely be as rambunctious as ever, adding to England's headache.

Speaking of the devil, he skidded around the corner and grinned. "Hey, Iggy!"

England sighed. His suspicions were confirmed. "Don't call me that."

"Okay, Iggy. Hey, the coolest thing happened today! So I was taking a call from my boss, and he was like, 'America, quit telling people to vote against me in November,'" America said in a flawless impersonation of his president, "And I was like, 'Ha, dude, you're crazy, I hate you!' so then he was like, 'That's very unfair, I feel insulted, you've insulted me,' and so I said, 'Good, loser! And by the way, don't expect me back on Capitol Hill on Monday because I'm going to stay in London longer just to annoy you! Eat it!'"

If he were in a better mood, the news would have made England's day brighter. It was all too uncommon for him to get to spend time with America in person. But today, his bubbly voice was grating England's nerves.

"That's nice, America," England said, shoving his keys in his pocket and going to the kitchen. He set his briefcase down on the table and went to the cupboard to get the kettle. The sooner he was sipping earl grey, the better.

"You don't sound very excited," America pouted, following him and hopping onto the counter.

He took a steadying breath as the water heated up. "It was a long day at work."

"Oh. Parliament won't relent? Hey, that rhymed!" He burst into a fit of laugher and fell off the counter, still cackling. God, it wasn't even that funny.

England grit his teeth. "Something like that."

"Boy, that was funny," America said through sporadic, singular laughs. "Don't worry about it; I get it. Congress is the same way. But, hey, that's democracy!"

"Representative democracy."

"Meh, same thing," He said, waving it off and standing up to watch England make his tea and try to keep his temper in check. He knew America's feelings got hurt when he yelled at him, plus his throat hurt from screaming at incompetent people all day.

The Brit frowned. "No, actually, it's not, but okay."

"You sure are in a bad mood!"

"You're not helping."

"Ah, you know you love me!"

"That doesn't mean you're not annoying me. Move out of the way, would you? The kettle's done."

America wrinkled his nose. "How do you drink that stuff. It's so gross."

"And I think coffee is gross, but I don't give you lip over it," England shot back, preparing his cup. "Know why?"

"Because you secretly like it?"

He gave a withering glare. "No, because I'm polite. I'm a gentleman, so I don't belittle you over your caffeinated beverages. If only you'd return the favour."