Title: The Reasons Why I Love You

Pairing: America/England

Short fluffy story about American and English love :)

"How the hell can you not love them?" England quirked an eyebrow, having been woken suddenly by his companion's loud voice as he spoke to someone on the other end of the telephone. "Seriously, I mean it, they're all so awesome!"

"…would you keep your voice down please?" England mumbled softly, sitting up in bed, glancing around and seeing no one. Craning his neck he could see the shadow of his American lover in the bathroom, holding a mobile phone to his ear.

"…well yeah sure, sometimes he can be rude and a bit of a snob but…he's just…he's English! His accents just really charming and he's so unbelievably cute."

England blushed heavily, slowly climbing out of their bed. "America…"

"I just wish he wasn't so small…" England gaped at the bathroom door. "What?….No! No not like that…trust me, definitely not like that…" he blushed even more at this. "I mean England as a country, I wish it was bigger and there were more English people. Seriously, I think every American should have an English person, we're like, so compatible!…..well yeah, I mean obviously I'm more fun…..yeah and just more happy in general….but that doesn't matter! Opposites attract and all that."

England stopped outside the bathroom door, poking his head inside. America was sat on the edge of the bath, oblivious to England watching him, even when he said "America…" softly again.

"I know we've had our problems in the past but…well I love him, we're so similar yet so different, I wouldn't be who I am if it wasn't for him." America looked up and froze slightly when he saw England watching him. "Urm…hey Canada, can I call you back?" he hung up and slowly stood, grinning innocently at his lover.

"You wouldn't be who you are if it wasn't for me huh?" England smirked slightly, stepping into the bathroom.

"Well…you know…we speak the same language and whatever…"

"Well, almost."

"Huh?"

England chuckled, gently taking hold of America's hands. "I'll never really understand why you decided to replace perfectly good words like 'crisps' and 'wardrobe.'"

"Those words are so lame." America grinned, pulling England closer.

"Shut it you yank."

"Oh cram it limey."

They both laughed softly, wrapping their arms around each other. "So…you really think I'm cute?"

"Damn straight! You're all pale and your hair sticks up all cute like a puppy and you got those adorable fuzzy eyebrows…" America smiled at the blush he was causing to form across his love's face. "…and best of all is that accent."

"If you love it so much then why are English people always the bad guys in those American films of yours?"

America grinned, "Because…you're so damn good at being bad."

England bit the inside of his cheek, "…and getting our arses whooped by the American hero?"

"Exactly."