Sooo me and my friend were roleplaying and this happened
**EDIT** I went through this entire book to make some changes, not to the plot just grammer and wording and stuff, so hopefully everything turns out a little better.
Enjoy! :D
It was sunny day in the middle of June, and the two nations of England and America finally had some time off from their stress at work. Their bosses were caught up in a lot of political issues at the moment, and didn't have time to give the two any paperwork or documents to sign, so they gave the two countries time off. The pair decided that since it was in the middle of the summer, they could stay in California at America's private beach house together. Well, more like America forced the idea and didn't give the other a choice. It was now the second day of the trip, and the first day was honestly a nightmare;
~Flashback~
"Come on Iggy, hurry up!" The over-enthusiastic American called out to his British friend who was still in the house changing. The mildly insecure Brit really didn't want to be around Alfred topless, but he didn't have a choice did he?
"Be patient git! And don't call me that, you know I hate it!" England replied coldly, mentally slapping himself for how rude he must have sounded. He knew the American didn't mind as much anymore though, he was used to it after all. England stepped out of the house onto the warm sand of the beach, and the first thing he saw was a hyper American already halfway buried in the sand. How he got there England had no idea. He rolled his eyes and scoffed although he was trying to contain the warm smile creeping onto his face.
"Finally!" America cheered upon realizing that England was finally ready. He looked up and beamed at him, rolling (not so) gracefully out of the sand, jumping up to face the Brit excitedly and bouncing in place. A soft pink blush grew on his cheeks when England's topless form registered in his brain. It wasn't the first time he'd seen England without his shirt on of course, but the sight was always enough to take his breath away and leave him a flustered, blushing mess, despite how out of character that seemed for him.
England was mentally working himself through the same situation however, though in his opinion, so would everyone who got the chance to see America without his shirt on. His honey toned skin practiacally glistened in the sunlight, and the sweat drops rolling down his chest due to the heated temperatures of the summer beach made him all the more attractive. And thats all without including his six-pack worth dying for. England sucked in a deep breath and shook his head slightly, snapping himself out of his trance.
"You ready dude?" America asked happily, waving a hand in front of his face, deciding not to comment on the fact that England had ben staring at him.
"Y-Yes, sorry I took so long." England responded with a slight stutter, not being able to say anything else. America gave him one of his signature hundred watt-smile and took his hand casually, leading (dragging) him to the waves. "U-uh, America?" The British of the two asked a bit nervously, "You don't expect me to swim, do you?" He said with a sympathetic smile, feeling a little bad that he wouldn't be able to be in the ocean with the playful American. It wasn't that he didn't want to he just didn't have much trust in the ocean. Or any body of water for that matter, unless he was on a pirate ship and in full control, that is.
"You don't have to dude." America said, waving him off. "But at least sit near the water?" He held up an American flag themed-surf board. "I wanna show you some totally awesome tricks!" He laughed excitedly, truly wanting to impress his longtime crush. To his delight, England nodded in agreement and set down his towel right were there we standing, just a few inches away from the highest wave. It was the least he could do, he already wasn't getting into what he assumed to be the main reason America wanted to come to the beach in the first place.
