USUK/UKUS One Shots

Five Rings- Part One (Regular/Fluff)

Warnings: Language, implied/referenced sexual content

Word count: 1449

Estimated read time: 11 minutes

London- Summer 2012

"This is going to be so much fun! Are you excited?" 

England rolled his eyes as he tugged on the collar of his suit jacket. They'd have to begin the ceremonies soon, and he wasn't looking forward to it. "I suppose so. But that's the seventh time you've asked me that today and we have the Olympics every four years." 

"But, England, there's going to be 117 countries participating this year! And women's boxing? We've never had that before! That's so cool!" 

"I don't fancy having 117 personifications in my capital, thank you very much. They're going to cause trouble; I just know it. I hate hosting the games." 

"Your uniform makes you look great," America remarked, trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

He shot him a glare. "I hate all of the uniforms. For the athletic ones, my flag is all wrong. And your uniform makes you look like a sexually repressed schoolboy that golfs for fun. How does it feel to wear a uniform for the Olympics made in China, hmm, America?" 

Pouting, America crossed his arms. "Well, I never said it was a good idea to have them manufactured in China. Besides, the Senate Majority Leader said it all when he said we should burn them. Especially because they're uncomfy." 

"Okay, well, Australia and his people look like a high school debate team. Or I could be Russia, who looks like a confused skyscraper in those ugly jackets. And China looks like Ronald McDonald!"

England couldn't help but laugh at that. "You're not wrong. Did you see Spain's uniforms? The color scheme was appalling. Or Hong Kong? She looks like a flight attendant." 

At that moment, New Zealand entered the hallway that the couple was standing in. She raised a brow when she saw them. "Making out in the tunnels isn't allowed, you know." 

"We weren't making out!" America exclaimed. 

She laughed. "I know. You were badmouthing uniforms. Speaking of- England, are you going to a business meeting or the Olympics?" 

"Shut up, New Zealand. We get it; your uniform is adorable." 

"Well, thank you. Germany looks ready to murder someone, though. I don't think he likes his pastel jacket." 

America gasped. "Oh my god, England, we have to go find him before the ceremony!" 

"Why?" 

"Because if I see him in a pastel uniform during the Parade of Nations, I'll laugh. It has to be before so I can get the laughing over with." 

South Korea's shoes clopped against the pavement as he rounded the corner. His uniform was very tasteful, and he smiled when he looped an arm around New Zealand's shoulders. "Hey, New Zealand, it's almost time to go. Oh, hi, England. Hi America." 

England tapped America's arm as the two other nations left. "I've got to go find my brothers for the ceremonies."  

"We're not till the end. It'll take forever. And you're dead last. We have a little time you wanna get rid of these ugly uniforms..." 

"No! Now is not the time. Go find your rambunctious citizens and make sure they're ready." England ordered, shooing him away. 

America sighed but did as instructed, wandering off behind the scenes of the stadium until he nearly collided with his brother. "Canada? What are you doing here? Why aren't you with your people?"