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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 31, 2011 11:24:10 GMT
Getting the government on board would be easier said than done. As ever, England's politics were divided between American and European interests, and it was always difficult to get them to decide between one and the other. This would at least benefit the UK a lot, unless there really was another war at some point, in which case the UK would probably take a lot of the anger directed at America. At any rate, they'd have to wait until parliament opened again after the summer. "I'll talk to my Boss about it when you've gone back home and we can open talks." He offered.
Pleased at the compliment, England smiled at America happily. He could cook! He didn't know why people where so ridiculous when it came to his food. "Good. I told you it wouldn't be that bad." He said, just a little bit smug.
"Probably. You must be tired." England guessed, finally putting his spoon down. He'd eaten a fair amount; at least everything that had happened didn't seem to be affecting his diet too much. "I got some ice cream for dessert, but we can eat that in the living room?" He suggested, with a small, fond smile. He'd splashed out a bit on it, and he rarely spent that much on himself, but since America was coming to visit him, and he'd guessed that he'd bring him treats, England had thought it would be the least that he could do.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 31, 2011 11:37:31 GMT
Well the offer was good enough and America just hummed and gave another big smile. "Well that's the least that can be done at this point anyway." And then Englands response to him not saying his food was horrible made him playfully roll his eyes while he finished off his bowl, serving himself a second helping.
"Don't get a big head, I'm sure you'll burn something before I leave and I can go back to saying your cooking is horrible." The younger man teased, of course not really meaning it. He could stomache most of Englands foods anyway, so as long as he could do that then he considered it fine.
The mention of ice cream however had the blue eyes wide, perking up. "Really?" As always, America loved ice cream, but the more amusing part was that he kind of looked a bit like when he was young and England would bring him something as a gift. His expressions hadn't changed much at all, really. At least he seemed more eager to finish the bowl of stew now, anticipating the ice cream.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 31, 2011 11:50:09 GMT
Huffing, England frowned a little at the teasing. "You say that my food is horrible even when it isn't." He complained. "And I don't burn things!" Most of the time, anyway. ...Well, some of the time. Besides, America had eaten his food without complaints when he was little, so he liked to believe that it was just a part of independence that was making him pretend that he didn't like his food. Anyway, America had taken a second helping, so he couldn't dislike it too much!
England rolled his eyes at the question, hiding a smile for the cute look that America gave him. "No. I just said it to get your hopes up." He said, sarcastically. "Don't eat too fast, you'll make yourself sick." There was still plenty of stew left over, but England knew what America's appetite was like, so he always made big portions when he was around. He'd freeze what was left of it for another time. Leaning over, he ruffled America's blonde hair. "I got vanilla, I hope that's all right. There's some honey and I got some chocolate sauce if you want a topping, though."
When America finished, England quickly cleared the table, putting the bowls in the sink to wash up later. Two more bowls were fished out of the cupboard, before England limped to the freezer, getting out the ice cream for America, and giving it to him with a spoon to serve with. "Take what you want, I mainly brought it for you."
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 31, 2011 13:03:09 GMT
"Well no one would trust you making judgements on your own food..." America mumbled quietly, barely audible. Sticking his tongue out at the sarcastic comment then, America just chuckled and nodded while an eye closed at the ruffling.
"Mhm! Sounds good!" And he was about to help with the clearing, but England got to it before he did. Pouting lightly, America just followed him on into the kitchen before he perked, nodding.
"I'll serve you first so you can go get the show up and ready. How many scoops?" He asked, smiling at the older nation before he started with one, then looked towards England to see how many more he'd want. It really was a good thing that England's appetite hadn't been bothered too much, seeing as his weight did tend to fluctuate, but he seemed to be keeping it on rather well this time.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 31, 2011 13:32:42 GMT
"Just two, please." England said, moving to the cupboard to get out the honey and chocolate syrup for him. He didn't expect America to have both, but that way they'd be out so he could make his choice while England fought with the TV in the other room. "Thank you." Leaning in, he briefly ran his fingers over Alfred's arm in an affectionate gesture, before taking the bowl and a spoon and limping through to the sitting room. He set his pudding down on the coffee table for now, before finding the remote and frowning. It had taken him a while to get used to this new TV, and he was still uneasy with it.
England played around for a moment, before he found where he'd saved the program. A couple more false clicks, and he had it set up, ready to play, and England shifted to settle on the sofa, trying to get comfortable. He missed his old sofa. Glancing up at America when he came in, he smiled, offering him the rest of the sofa. There was plenty of space for him to sit as close or as far away as he was comfortable with. When he was settled, England hit play and swapped the remote for his bowl, settling down to watch.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 31, 2011 21:14:18 GMT
Nodding, America dished out the ice cream for England then scooted the bowl over closer to him. The touch to his arm though surprised him and he lightly flushed before scooping his own ice cream. Four scoops wasnt much for him but he wanted the container to last while he was here so England wouldn't feel like he had to get another one. Looking between the choices, America eventually decided on chocolate, drizzling it on his ice cream all over, before heading to the living room to join England.
Pleased that England seemed to able to navigate the television well enough, America just flopped down on the sofa next to him, surprisingly close, but then again he didn't really have any boundaries when watching something with someone else. Giving the older man a big smile, h then settled down, watching the first episode while slowly eating his frozen dessert. Well it seemed like he liked it at least, and the ice cream had his mouth too busy to talk during it!
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 31, 2011 21:41:33 GMT
England did notice that America took less than he'd expected, but didn't comment, suspecting the reason. He ate his in silence - or at least most of it. He got full and ended up playing around with what was left until it melted, finally putting the bowl aside and curling up more. It was good to rewatch the show, he hadn't seen it for a long time. Not since it had aired the first time. As it started to draw to a close England began to find it hard to keep his eyes open, and he drifted towards America, leaning against him just slightly.
The show was just a murder mystery, with a slight supernatural twist, the kind of thing that England had been pretty famous for for a while. There were a few... jumpy moments, but England didn't think there was anything that would scare America too much. And fortunately the first episode didn't end on a cliff hanger, or no doubt they would have had to continue watching much later into the night, as the end of the series did all link up.
When it finished, England shifted a little, and resisted the automatic urge to nose into America. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes, then ran his fingers through his hair, brushing it off his forehead. "Do you want to watch another episode now or go to bed?" He asked, looking at America. He suspected that he would be just as sleepy as he was, especially after the long fight.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 31, 2011 22:44:05 GMT
Unfortunately, while America had matured a bit in most areas of his life, movies and shows...Not so much. By the first jumpy moment he had curled in against Englands side, the bowl being set to the side. The second one had him holding on his shirt, and the third time he almost lost it, having one of his terrified fits.
By the time it was over, America was lightly shaking, but he stared at the television, admittedly tempted. "...We should probably go to bed.." He finally mumbled, sitting up and then taking the bowls into the kitchen to take care of. Once finished he returned to England though, kind of clinging on his shirt in fear. Well, now even if he hadn't asked America most likely would have been sleeping in his bed.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 31, 2011 23:02:43 GMT
England was surprised when he felt America curl into him, but he sighed the second time, and just wrapped an arm over the other man's shoulders. At least he was used to this now. He honestly hadn't thought that this would scare him, but if the first episode did... England didn't like to think what he'd be like when it got to the finale.
England nodded, and let America take the bowls, grabbing his stick to help himself up. He turned the TV and the light off, and waited for America in the corridor. Putting his free arm around his waist he gently pulled him upstairs. He'd guessed that America would need company, but as they entered his room he saw America's bag and remembered that he'd decided to sleep with him anyway. Sitting America down on the bed, he pulled his pyjamas out from under the pillow. "I'm going to get changed. Will you be all right for five minutes?" He asked, frowning at the other blonde. He didn't necessarily mind changing in front of America, as there wasn't anything that the other Nation hadn't seen before, but it was a matter of privacy. Anyway, he needed to use the bathroom and wash his teeth.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 2, 2011 12:10:10 GMT
Faintly the large nation clung to Englands side, at least not dragging him down as he would when he was younger. Once in the bedroom, he at least calmed down slightly, and then frowned at the question, looking like he was considering it. "..Will you leave the door cracked open a little bit?" America finally mumbled, embarrassed as it was at the request before he knelt, opening his bag to get his own pjs out.
His toothbrush was fished out as well, and he looked up at him with a nervous grin. "And uh, when I go after you to brush my teeth will you wait with me in there..? J-Just call me when you're done..?" he requested, taking Texas off first and setting them down on the bedside table before his shirt was tugged off, of course not bothered either. Probably even less so. When England left, he finished changing himself, and sat on the bed, feet tucked up to keep them safe from anything under it. He couldn't help it, it was scary! And because it was scary it was making him think of scarier things, and now his mind was running rampant and he was getting terrified, with only a damn toothbrush in its travel case clutched in his hand to protect him.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 2, 2011 15:36:40 GMT
Drawing America in for a moment, England rubbed his back lightly to try and reassure him. "If that'll make you feel better." He offered, before sighing out. He relaxed a little as he was released, and ruffled America's hair. "I'll only be a moment." He reassured him.
Heading into the bathroom, he changed into his pyjamas and went to the loo, before calling America in. He brushed his teeth, standing along side him. It was comfortable, and somewhat domestic, even with America's fears. When he finished, he patiently waited for America to too. "You might as well leave your toothbrush in here." He pointed out, since America was going to be staying for a couple of days.
Taking his arm for support now, England led him back into the bedroom. He pushed him towards the bed, then pulled the curtains, and paused. "Are you going to be all right with the light off?" He asked, as he limped over, turning the bedside lamp on so he could turn the main light off at least. Then he stumbled back to the bed and crawled into it, reaching out for America, knowing that he'd want to cuddle up.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 2, 2011 21:52:52 GMT
America quickly did come when called, a bit pleased himself that they were brushing their teeth together as silly as it sounds. Once finished, he blinked but nodded, smiling." Ah, yeah, that'd probably make sense." With that he set the toothbrush with its case near Englands.
Letting England cling to him, he walked at a good pace so the older man could easily keep up, then when pushed went and flopped on the bed, crawling under the blankets before pushing them down as well for England. Considering that, America finally nodded before he settled down."I think I'll be ok if you're with me at least.." He mumbled, then crawled in close to the older nation, cuddling in as he thought he would.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 2, 2011 22:40:38 GMT
It gave England a surprising sense of satisfaction to see the two toothbrushes side by side. It actually made him feel just a little uncomfortable. Getting close to America again was one thing, but getting this close... England wasn't sure if he was ready for that. Even if it was nice to have someone that he could, well, trust again.
England lazily rested an arm over America's side, knowing what he was like when he was scared. No doubt he was going to cling anyway, so he might as well try and get him into a comfortable position. When it seemed that America was settled, he pulled the blankets back over them, then leant back to switch off the light. Pre-emptively, he squeezed the younger Nation in a little closer, softly rubbing his back.
"Try and get some sleep." He said, before turning his head to yawn into the pillow. Clearly England would sleep whether or not America did. He still didn't understand why America got so scared over such silly things, but at least he was letting him cling to him. Sleepily, he nosed into the other's blonde hair, hoping to help him relax. "Sweet dreams."
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 5, 2011 19:05:53 GMT
After curling up more, America just snuggled in closer to England, his eyes closing relaxedly despite shivering a bit in fear of what could pop out from the closet. Or under the bed...Those thoughts caused him to hide his face in Englands chest though, nodding at the other. "You too.." Seeing as the older nation ALWAYS fell asleep before him.
Well at least England made him feel better, since it was...well, a bit frighteningly familiar, not just when he was younger, but when he would manage to get him to come visit and watch horror films with him when times weren't horrible like this. Faintly his long fingers clung to Englands shirt, reflexively keeping him there so he couldn't leave him. After the first twenty minutes though, he still couldn't sleep, so he carefully looks up at the other man, trying to figure out if he was sleeping or not. It was kind of funny, how often he'd do that when he was younger and England fell asleep before him.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 5, 2011 21:48:48 GMT
It wasn't Arthur's fault! He always tried to stay up when Alfred was like this. He knew how much Alfred needed someone to stay awake with him. But since the older Nation was pretty much always tired, as soon as he laid his head down it was always hard to stay awake. That night he cuddled Alfred in closer, breathing softly into his hair.
It also didn't help that holding Alfred like this was familiar from when Alfred was a child. Arthur had always encouraged Alfred to sleep in his own bed, but at the same time had never denied him when he joined him. He didn't have enough time with him not to spoil him. Holding Alfred in made Arthur think of better times, times when Arthur was happier than he'd been before or since, and that comfort made him relax in a way he couldn't do otherwise, and that made him sleep.
Doing his best to stay awake, though, he occasionally stroked Alfred's back. He couldn't stop himself from starting to doze, though, and when Alfred moved, he was half asleep. Letting out a small noise, he cuddled in closer, not sure what Alfred was up to. He wasn't conscious enough to do much more than that, though, comfortable and exhausted.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 11, 2011 22:14:59 GMT
Sighing when he saw that England was indeed basically asleep, America watched his relaxed face for a moment. It'd really been far too long since he had seen it, and softly he reached up to brush some of his hair from his face before he settled down again. Well, he was too chicken to do what he used to...So for now, instead he snuggled in closer to England, rubbing his face into his thin chest softly.
It still was a bit strange to him because, despite the words having a rather..Negative connection to their past, England did used to be so much bigger than him. He could remember snuggling into the older mans chest and feeling so incredibly safe...And now he was the one who was so much bigger, broader, stronger...Gently he nuzzled in on him more and when he decided he was indeed asleep, a hesitant brush of the lips was pressed on Englands collar bone.
At least the feeling of being safe in the other mans arms hadn't changed, no matter if their sizes had. It took quite awhile, until around three AM, before he was able to fall asleep himself. His hold never ceased the entire time, comforted by the older nations presence. By the time that morning had come, he was still clinging to him, practically making the act of moving away impossible. Of course he wanted to sleep in a bit, after the jetlag, the horror movie, and not sleeping. Apparently that didn't stop him from dreaming though, as words were mumbled out into the others chest. "Nooo Englaaand...I wanna eat more ice creammm and friesss..."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 13, 2011 10:42:47 GMT
England's lips twitched into a comfortable smile as America's fingers stroked his hair, enjoying that, and he softly pulled America back in against him. However, after that, it didn't take long before he couldn't withstand the urge to sleep any more, and England slipped away into a proper, deep sleep. It had been a while since he'd slept next to someone, but despite that, he was comfortable, breathing in the familiar scent of America's hair. He didn't respond to the kiss, but as he slept he did curl more around America, holding him in protectively close, as though he was thinking of the little boy rather than the big Nation that he now held against him.
When England had been younger, he'd always been an early riser, usually getting up with the dawn, but recently he'd been finding it a lot harder than usual. It didn't surprise him that when he woke up the light was telling him it was coming up to ten, though having America pressed up against him was a surprise until he woke enough to remember. Sighing, he kissed his hair, and squirmed carefully, checking how tight his hold on him was. When he realised he wasn't going to be able to escape without waking America, he settled back down to doze until he woke. He chuckled as America spoke in his sleep, though, kissing his brow again and stroking his hair. The younger Nation could be silly sometimes.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 16, 2011 23:01:57 GMT
America didn't mind the protective hold one bit. In fact, it was a bit nice to be the one that felt protected, rather than the other way around. It had been so long since he'd felt it...Well ignoring those thoughts, he just settled in close to England and after murmuring something into his chest, he joined him in sleep.
When England woke, he was lucky that it didn't really take too much longer before America to also wake up, though it was much slower. More mumbling would happen, but around half an hour later he did seem to be awake mostly, though just enough to still cling on the other like he was his teddy bear. Slowly, he released the older man eventually, and he stretched out with a soft relaxed groan before he lay on his side, looking up at England and giving him a sheepish smile.
"Sorry, did I sleep cling on you?..."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 16, 2011 23:25:43 GMT
Waiting patiently for America to wake, England smiled at him when his eyes finally opened. It good to be released, even if he did kind of miss the comfort and warmth of being held. He wouldn't admit to that, though. Stretching himself, he chuckled at the apology. "You did somewhat, but it's not like you haven't done before." He pointed out.
Sitting up, England ran his fingers through his hair and yawned. "Do you want to shower before or after breakfast?" He asked, looking at the Nation beside him. These days he'd taken to doing it after eating when he usually was more awake and better at enduring standing up for that long. He'd been resisting people telling him that he should get a seat installed in the shower. It was bad enough that he'd given into the cane.
"There's bacon, eggs and sausages if you want a proper English breakfast." He offered. He'd brought them in as a treat this morning, normally it was just cereal and toast. It was quite nice for him too, though, because it had been a while since he'd had something like that. "I can cook while you shower if you want."
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 16, 2011 23:33:32 GMT
Smiling at the other nation as he watched him, America lazily pondered the question. And, loathe as he was to admit it, he did miss Englands cooking, as masochistic as that might be. "Mm...Okay, that sounds good. Anything you want me to help out with before I go shower then?" He asked, smiling as he pushed the blankets down and stood, stretching out properly with a happy groan as his back popped.
Once stretched out properly, he took a moment to snag his bag and get his clothing out for the day, before he playfully leaned back and then flopped on the bed again, looking up at England with a silly smile. "It's a bit of a shame we didn't get to have nice sleep overs like this when we weren't worried about money and stuff." he commented then, reaching up to ruffle the older nations hair before he moved to stand again.
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