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You sighed and stared up at the stars. Arthur was lying right next to you. The two of you had tried camping out, but his tent had a huge hole in it from the last time America had borrowed it. So the two of you had to make do without a tent after all. You shivered. You curled up on yourself. To have such a wonderful day and to have it end on a sour note was terrible. He was adamant to stay the night in his backyard, even though he had a nice warm bed waiting for you inside. You blamed America for showing up on the middle of your… could you call it a date? He did ask you out but was it something to be considered a date? Whatever. America had shown up with England's tent, mocking him for being unmanly and unable to 'rough' it in the wilderness.
"Even though it is rather warm during the day, it gets rather chilly at night," Arthur informed you.
"Yeah… You're right…"
You had thick woolen blankets over you that England had made himself using a special brand of knitting or something like that. You weren't listening when he gave it to you because you just wanted the extra material to protect you from the cold, but even then, you could feel the cool earth beneath you and the cold wind singing through the branches. You could feel the heat of his body next to yours. You were tempted to ask him to cuddle or to even just give it up and go inside already. At least America went camping with a tent. Heck, even some of his cabins had Jacuzzis and electric. That could hardly be considered 'roughing it'. But he also had other cabins where it was all natural – no electricity, no cell phone reception, no indoor plumbing. You would rather the cabin with electric and heat.
"W-Well, whatever… Ju-just go to sleep already!" England blushed.
He turned away from you so that you were facing his back. Little did you know there was a hot blush on his cheeks and he was twirling his finger around a stone on his side of the makeshift camp you had made. You sat up for a moment, watching him, but after he didn't say anything, you frowned and turned away yourself so your back faced his. You put your head on your arm to act as a pillow, trying not to sniffle. It hurt, the way he treated you. He may not have realized it but what he said and did really affected you. Why did being around him make you so miserable?
Oh that's right. It didn't.
But as you lay there, you realized you couldn't sleep. So you started to count sheep. 'One sheep… Two sheep… Three sheep… Four sheep…' Was there something you did that Arthur hated? Did he hate you? But if he did, then he was pretty stupid for inviting you over to his home for a camping trip in the beautiful garden he had. And you did have fun with him today. You had visited all the sights of England near his home. You had eaten at some pretty decent restaurants, and he refused to let you pay for anything. He had bought you roses at a flower shop, your favorite book from a store that he knew and you had gone home and he had taught you how to knit, even going so far as to give you a hat and scarf set. 'One hundred and five… one hundred and six… one hundred and seven… one hundred and eight…'
Why did you have to love the Brit?
-=-=-=-=-
The faeries giggled. They floated above you and Arthur. They knew about Arthur's crush on you and your crush on him. He had invited you over with the intention to confess but he had chickened out at the last possible second. So they hatched their own plan. Kiku was due to come over to discuss business with England for some reason or another, but since England was still sleeping in the back yard they led a certain Asian man into the garden. He might not have been able to see them but he could sure as well feel a presence that would lead him to the two of you. And they were right. Kiku smiled when he found his fellow island nation with you in the grass. The two of you were facing the opposite directions, as if you wanted nothing to do with one another except the faeries didn't want it to stay like that. So a few pixies grabbed your arms and pushed. To Kiku, it looked like you rolled over naturally.
Your head now rested on Arthur's arm. His arms gently moved so that it looked like he was doing it subconsciously but again, his faery friends had something to do with this. And the fey laughed as Kiku reached into his bag for his camera. The arm you weren't laying on was now cradling your head and your hand came up to hold at his side, as if you were trying to keep him close. Your foreheads were pressed together as well. Kiku snapped a few quick pictures and quickly put his camera away. This would be splendid blackmail to get the two of you to confess to one another, though he would despise using such measures.
Suddenly, your eyebrows furrowed and you frowned. You were warm but still slightly stiff. Slowly you became aware of your surroundings. You gasped when you saw Japan hovering over you. He was sitting on a bench next to the two of you. A maid had brought him a cup of tea as he waited but she had left him alone with you as well. She didn't do anything to wake you or England up. He smiled to himself and took a sip of his tea. He slipped his Sudoku puzzle back into the breast pocket of his suit. He would have to finish it later because if you woke up, then England might not be that far behind you in the world of consciousness and dreams.
"Ah, don't mind me, _____________-san. I am just waiting for Engrand to wake up. He and I wirr tark after he refreshes himserf."
"Huh?"
Then you noticed that you were being held by someone in a very, very tight embrace. It was almost like that of a lover. So you looked up. Perhaps it was just Alfred. He said you were extra cuddly. If it were Prussia or France, you would hit them. They should know better by now. Your face turned a hundred shades of red and as you tried to pull away, you found that England's hold tightened on you. Slowly, he opened his eyes. For a moment, he just stared at you with dimly lit emerald orbs but then he smiled. He gently brought a hand up and touched your face. The faeries danced above his head. They whispered encouragement in his ears, telling him to go for it, that you felt the same and that he should take the risk.
"Is this a dream?" he asked softly.
"N-No…"
He pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. There was a contented look upon his face. Had he ever looked this… happy? Could you say he was happy? Well, either way, he had never looked that way before. You froze completely, uncertain and unwilling to move away now that he was being so affectionate. What happened to the sullen nation who just wanted you to shut up and sleep last night? You didn't hear the faeries above his head, nor did Japan but England sure did. They were pressing him to make a move, to do something and show you that you meant something. You swallowed thickly and opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it.
"Good."
You squeaked as he kissed you soundly. Neither of you noticed a camera going off in the background.
"Even though it is rather warm during the day, it gets rather chilly at night," Arthur informed you.
"Yeah… You're right…"
You had thick woolen blankets over you that England had made himself using a special brand of knitting or something like that. You weren't listening when he gave it to you because you just wanted the extra material to protect you from the cold, but even then, you could feel the cool earth beneath you and the cold wind singing through the branches. You could feel the heat of his body next to yours. You were tempted to ask him to cuddle or to even just give it up and go inside already. At least America went camping with a tent. Heck, even some of his cabins had Jacuzzis and electric. That could hardly be considered 'roughing it'. But he also had other cabins where it was all natural – no electricity, no cell phone reception, no indoor plumbing. You would rather the cabin with electric and heat.
"W-Well, whatever… Ju-just go to sleep already!" England blushed.
He turned away from you so that you were facing his back. Little did you know there was a hot blush on his cheeks and he was twirling his finger around a stone on his side of the makeshift camp you had made. You sat up for a moment, watching him, but after he didn't say anything, you frowned and turned away yourself so your back faced his. You put your head on your arm to act as a pillow, trying not to sniffle. It hurt, the way he treated you. He may not have realized it but what he said and did really affected you. Why did being around him make you so miserable?
Oh that's right. It didn't.
But as you lay there, you realized you couldn't sleep. So you started to count sheep. 'One sheep… Two sheep… Three sheep… Four sheep…' Was there something you did that Arthur hated? Did he hate you? But if he did, then he was pretty stupid for inviting you over to his home for a camping trip in the beautiful garden he had. And you did have fun with him today. You had visited all the sights of England near his home. You had eaten at some pretty decent restaurants, and he refused to let you pay for anything. He had bought you roses at a flower shop, your favorite book from a store that he knew and you had gone home and he had taught you how to knit, even going so far as to give you a hat and scarf set. 'One hundred and five… one hundred and six… one hundred and seven… one hundred and eight…'
Why did you have to love the Brit?
-=-=-=-=-
The faeries giggled. They floated above you and Arthur. They knew about Arthur's crush on you and your crush on him. He had invited you over with the intention to confess but he had chickened out at the last possible second. So they hatched their own plan. Kiku was due to come over to discuss business with England for some reason or another, but since England was still sleeping in the back yard they led a certain Asian man into the garden. He might not have been able to see them but he could sure as well feel a presence that would lead him to the two of you. And they were right. Kiku smiled when he found his fellow island nation with you in the grass. The two of you were facing the opposite directions, as if you wanted nothing to do with one another except the faeries didn't want it to stay like that. So a few pixies grabbed your arms and pushed. To Kiku, it looked like you rolled over naturally.
Your head now rested on Arthur's arm. His arms gently moved so that it looked like he was doing it subconsciously but again, his faery friends had something to do with this. And the fey laughed as Kiku reached into his bag for his camera. The arm you weren't laying on was now cradling your head and your hand came up to hold at his side, as if you were trying to keep him close. Your foreheads were pressed together as well. Kiku snapped a few quick pictures and quickly put his camera away. This would be splendid blackmail to get the two of you to confess to one another, though he would despise using such measures.
Suddenly, your eyebrows furrowed and you frowned. You were warm but still slightly stiff. Slowly you became aware of your surroundings. You gasped when you saw Japan hovering over you. He was sitting on a bench next to the two of you. A maid had brought him a cup of tea as he waited but she had left him alone with you as well. She didn't do anything to wake you or England up. He smiled to himself and took a sip of his tea. He slipped his Sudoku puzzle back into the breast pocket of his suit. He would have to finish it later because if you woke up, then England might not be that far behind you in the world of consciousness and dreams.
"Ah, don't mind me, _____________-san. I am just waiting for Engrand to wake up. He and I wirr tark after he refreshes himserf."
"Huh?"
Then you noticed that you were being held by someone in a very, very tight embrace. It was almost like that of a lover. So you looked up. Perhaps it was just Alfred. He said you were extra cuddly. If it were Prussia or France, you would hit them. They should know better by now. Your face turned a hundred shades of red and as you tried to pull away, you found that England's hold tightened on you. Slowly, he opened his eyes. For a moment, he just stared at you with dimly lit emerald orbs but then he smiled. He gently brought a hand up and touched your face. The faeries danced above his head. They whispered encouragement in his ears, telling him to go for it, that you felt the same and that he should take the risk.
"Is this a dream?" he asked softly.
"N-No…"
He pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. There was a contented look upon his face. Had he ever looked this… happy? Could you say he was happy? Well, either way, he had never looked that way before. You froze completely, uncertain and unwilling to move away now that he was being so affectionate. What happened to the sullen nation who just wanted you to shut up and sleep last night? You didn't hear the faeries above his head, nor did Japan but England sure did. They were pressing him to make a move, to do something and show you that you meant something. You swallowed thickly and opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it.
"Good."
You squeaked as he kissed you soundly. Neither of you noticed a camera going off in the background.
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JAPAN!!! *takes away his hentai*
Japan: Aww...dangit.
England: That's what ya get! *gives me a high-five*
Japan: Aww...dangit.
England: That's what ya get! *gives me a high-five*