This is my own personal 100 themes challenge that I'm making up as I go along. It will consist primarily of USxUKxUS, although there may occasionally be hints of other pairings mingled in with it. Originally, this was just going to be a collection of drabbles, but I can't write drabbles, and as such we'll have oneshots for each theme I come up with on the spur of the moment. The length of each will vary, and this isn't a story and so you will be bemused if you read it as such. Genres and ratings will differ throughout also. I hope you enjoy them.

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Title – Aeroplanes
Rating – K+
Pairing(s) – USxUK
Genres – Friendship, romance, hurt/comfort
Warnings – Personified countries, homosexuality
Notes – 'Aeroplane' is the British English spelling. I am British and shall subsequently use that form. However, we also use 'airport,' so that shall remain the same.

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It was dusk.

The sky was steadily darkening, cerulean evolving into navy and the line between light and dark smudging as the shady blue dominated the sky. The sun had set a while ago, but the clouds remained orange and red in the afterglow, and there were visible white vapours where aeroplanes had flown not too long ago.

It was loud, the sounds not reflecting the peaceful sky outside of the glass windows beneath his fingertips. He stepped back and sketched a heart into where he had left fog on the window from his warm breath, and scribbled in his and his lover's initials with a cheesy grin. Trading Yesterday songs played into his ears, but beyond the music notes he could hear suitcases being rolled, trainers squeaking against marble flooring and parents shouting at giggling children.

An aeroplane had landed not too long ago, and he had almost hoped that his boyfriend had been on that flight even though the Englishman had provided him with a specific time. He should be arriving within the next seven minutes, but Alfred had arrived much too early due to impatience and longing to see the uptight Brit. He had wondered around, purchasing food and drinks to placate his boredom and eagerness, but had eventually retreated to linger anxiously by the window in hopes that his lover would have arrived early.

He pressed his forehead against the glass after AFJ loves AK had disappeared, scrunching his nose up when he felt his glasses press against his skin harder, but ignored it in favour of staring pensively and hopefully at the darkening sky. He imagined rushing up to the man and wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight and loving embrace. He could picture himself grinning and the other blushing and shouting insults and objecting just to save face. He foresaw a romantic kiss that neither ever objected to no matter what the circumstance and feeling cold hands brush over his skin and run his fingers through honey blond hair—

And there it was, approaching steadily after appearing suddenly over the horizon. The aeroplane that carried his lover that he could soon pull into his arms and kiss passionately and never let go of. He ignored the fleeting thought of, until next time, and hurried speedily towards the gate where the man would walk through any moment.

He tried to stem any irritation and childish impatience as several people filtered through before the person he wanted to see, and cursed all the short statured blond men (and a couple of women) who scuttled through. After having watched Final Destination the day prior, he paled as his overactive imagination sped into gear, wondering if, Oh, God, is he okay? and Please get here quickly, baby—!And then he was there, short and blond and grumpy, and Alfred couldn't help but shout, "Artie!" in his usual obnoxiously loud voice as he wove his way through the ocean of people flooding through. "Artie," he said again, breathless and grinning widely and ready for a heroic kiss—

"Stupid git," that oh-so-familiar and English and proud, snappish, but still somehow so loving voice. And then arms wrapped around his neck and lips pressed against his in a soft, gentle, and yet still somehow extremely desperate and needy kiss that left him craving more but requiring air...

"Arthur, Artie," he gasped, licking his wet lips and sucking in oxygen and Arthur's unmistakable scent of crisp autumn leaves and tea leaves. He met emerald green eyes that he missed so much and read the emotions floating in them, and couldn't control himself anymore. "I missed you so much!" he cried, effectively ruining the moment, and launched himself at the slighter man, hugging him tightly and ignoring the fake sputtering protests.

"I'm home," Arthur whispered softly against his mouth, cheeks flushed and fleeting but unstoppable smile blinding. The Brit's chilly hands wound themselves into Alfred's hair and he leaned up again. "I missed you too, Al..."

And they shared Alfred's picture perfect Hollywood kiss in the middle of the airport.