Summary: America and England have been dating for couple months now. Finally, the first "I love you" slips out of one of their mouths.

Romance and major fluff. Rated T for mild language and a in depth kissy-poo.

Enjoy!

For once, the sun was shining brightly over London. America gazed outside at the garden; the bright green grass swiftly swaying with the helpful push of the wind. The small plants cast small, unusual shadows thanks to the rare appearance of the beaming sun. America groaned and turned from lying on his stomach to his side.

"Englaaand," the younger man whined. "Let's go outside! It looks so pretty out for once!"

The elder gentleman, England, poked his nose above the newspaper he held up, covering most of his face; though America could still envision the frown hidden behind those bland, printed words.

"What are you talking about? It's always pretty here…," England murmured. It seemed as though he was trying not to sound offended.

America huffed and rolled his eyes. His youthful spirit wanted to run and explore, be out in the fresh air. Not cooped up in his boyfriend's cozy little box. The country sat up then stood up, marching over to England and pulling the man off of the couch.

"It's time for some fresh air, old man." America said with a lopsided grin. "I think we could both benefit from it!"

England, obviously startled when yanked away from his comfortable couch, ended up dropping the newspaper he was pretending to be interested in and found himself up on his feet, nearly falling right into America's chest.

"Oi, hold on a moment, America!" England reprehended. America's grin softened to a sweet, childlike smile as he allowed England to compose himself. The Brit briskly brushed himself off and straightened up. "Now," he began. "What exactly is it that you would like to do outside that we can't do in here?"

"Go for a walk in the park?" America answered. England smiled.

"Fine. Do you want to pack a lunch to take along?" He asked. America shook his head.

"We should pick something up somewhere. You cool with that?" America asked. England nodded.

"I suppose." England agreed.

Both England and America left the town house and entered the sunshine outdoors. They headed to a small café first and picked up a couple sandwiches, and iced tea for England and a coke for America. They also got a pastry to split with each other for dessert. As they exited the café, England made a suggestion.

"I know a very nice park we can go to. It's not too far from here if you're interested."

America smiled wildly, his face now beaming with joy.

"What kinda park? Is it like Central Park? Or like Yellowstone National Park?" he asked curiously. England rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

"Why do you compare everything to something in your country?" England asked. "It shows a lack of appreciation you know."

America's expression of enjoyment turned to a pout. Of course he appreciated other cultures; his own country was built on an entire mash up of cultures! Regardless, America crossed his arms over his chest and asked,

"Well what is this park? And how far away is it?"

"It's called The Regent's Park*," England answered. "It's a lovely park, about a five minute's walk away from here. I am sure that you will enjoy it. It's where lots of the sporting events take place, actually." England's smile grew as he saw the excitement on America's face drastically increase at the news of sports."

"Do you think there will be any today?" he asked eagerly.

"Considering the beautiful weather today, there ought to be a football game or two going on." England answered, taking a quick sip of his still rather hot tea. America grinned happily, taking England's free hand in his own as they walked along the sidewalk o where the park was.

The random, yet pleasant, gesture took England off guard and he felt a scarlet blush dance across his cheeks. Neither man said a word to each other, but instead walked with each other in a peaceful silence.

Around five minutes later, England and America arrived to the park, and entered. The scenery was far more beautiful than imagined – luscious green all over, and a lovely river that flowed calmly. There was also a brown, wooden bridge that went over the river. America felt himself smile and his grip tightened around England's hand. Before the Brit even had a chance to ask anything, America already yanked England toward the bridge.

"Let's go stand on the bridge, over the water!" America exclaimed. The two (England unwillingly of course) raced to the bridge and stopped at the center. America looked over the bridge and down at the water. To the side of the river, there were other couples walking around and holding hands. Some gave pecks on the cheek, others walked briskly, side by side. There were some families enjoying picnics and a mixture of children and teens all playing sports together.

America couldn't take his eyes off of any of it. He always had such a childlike personality which England adored. England asked,

"What are you staring at, America?"

"Everything," America answered. "It's all so lovely and filled with love!" His grin widened and England chuckled lightly while shaking his head. America continued on. "I really enjoy this stuff. Don't you just love, love?"

England now rolled his eyes.

"Hush up, America. You're starting to sound like the frog."

America laughed out loud, and allowed himself a rather heavy sigh afterwards. Without much thought, the next few words just slipped out of his mouth.

"I love you, England."

…

Silence. England's face turned a bright, cherry red at America's words. He nearly choked on his own spit and looked right at America.

"Y-You… you what?" England asked.

What America had actually said then sank in, and he was in shock. Though the shock didn't last long, and America quickly turned and grabbed England's hands and repeated his words.

"I love you, England!" And then, America leaned in and gave his boyfriend a lovely kiss on the lips. He stared at the elder nation longingly and awaited his response.

"I-I… I love you too… America…"

And England leaned in and kissed America once again, and the two of them enjoyed their first kiss after their first I Love You.

AN: I think the ending was a little rushed, but I am so tired… I needed to finish it or else it would have ended up with all the other unfinished stories I have on this computer. :I Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed!

*The Regent's Park – A park in London. I thought the images were perf.