Summary: Sure, dealing with a drunk England was difficult, but…if he got a kiss every time, he could get used to it.

Warning(s): Fluff, drunken singing, humor

Pairing(s): US/UK

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Hetalia Axis characters. Also, I do not own the song- that privilege goes to Kyle Liam Sullivan. If you do not know who he is, well…shame on you. XD Check out 'What are you guys talking about?' and 'Mother Grandma Painting the Pony' on youtube, they're hilarious.

My Little Pony

"My Little Ponyyy, my little ponyyy,

She's soft and green, with a l'il orange maneee,

My little ponyyy, my little ponyyy,

She likes her whiskey like MEEEEE!"

America snickered as England belted out the last word, causing cats to knock over garbage cans, and making dogs bark.

It could only be a good thing that he only had a few more steps to England's doorstep, though because not only was England starting to get louder in his drunkenness, but it was getting harder to walk him to his house.

He tried to ignore how England's head rolled onto his shoulder, small breaths of air hitting him in the neck, making a tingling sensation.

"Heyyyy…hey, Iccyyyyyy…Why couldn't the hunters just eat cheese?"

America choked on saliva at the shortened name, but tried to keep a serious face on. "…The….hunters, England?"

"Yesh… in Bambi, de hunters killed de wabbit….Why couldn't de hunters just eat cheese?"

America was unable to keep a straight face on at England's rambling. Not after hearing England's, apparently serious, concern for the cartoon character. God, this is GOLDEN. Why didn't I bring my voice recorder with me?

"Well, England…perhaps the hunters were just," here America let out a slight giggle of amusement, "lactose intolerant."

England frowned in thought a moment before finally nodding in agreement.

Finally, America and England reached the doorstep, and America shifted England slightly in order to reach England's pocket for the key. Normally he would have been able to use his own copy- and if England found out he copied the house key without permission, he'd kill the one who squealed- but it was impossible to get into his own back pocket with England still clinging around his arms.

England…who was now currently murmuring nonsense under his breath, and was now close enough that he could feel the slight movement of lips against his skin.

"Hey, hey England, get back a little, k?"

It was hard enough fighting his own attraction to his ex-caretaker on a daily basis, but now, with England so close, it was even harder.

Gently leaning England against the wall, he leant back a little to get a look at England.

It was already a humid night due to it being summer and getting a hot shower earlier in the day, but the heat from too much drinking had made England sweat enough that his white shirt was somewhat transparent….his white, thin shirt.

Looking down at England, he could see the silhouette of a delicate collarbone, and, looking further down, two small nubs of flesh.

He still had his hands on England's shoulders…he could gently trail a hand down England's chest on his way to England's pockets. He'd brush, accidentally, against a nipple- feeling it harden slightly at the touch- and on the way up- no, NO!

America shook his head, clearing his mind of perverted things, before moving a hand off his shoulder and straight into the pocket for the key.

No molesting his love interest until after he manages to muster up the courage to ask England on a date, and then- only then- when England is interested in a relationship would he allow himself to molest and cuddle England to his heart's content.

Opening the door, and getting England inside, was actually easier than the walk to the house. As soon as he closed the door, and locked it, he gently picked up England and started the journey upstairs to the bedroom. After all, if he just allowed England to walk and only guided him upstairs, then it would take forever getting him to his bedroom. He was a hero like that, and it had absolutely nothing to do with getting to feel the smaller body closer to his chest.

Yeah…a hero, America groaned in his mind, a hero who still can't confess his feelings.

Opening the door to England's bedroom, he walked to the bed and gently lowered him onto his bed.

Reluctantly pulling himself away, he was totally unprepared for England's fist to grab him by the shirt, and tug him back down for a sloppy kiss.

Shocked, he braced himself against the side of the bed so as not to crush his love interest, and slowly pulled away when England let go.

It was as England started to close his eyes to sleep off the rest of his drunkenness that America- Alfred F. Jones- heard those three whispered words that sent sharp bursts of pleasure to his heart.

"Love you, Git."

Heading downstairs to sleep on the couch, America let out a huge grin. Sure, dealing with a drunk England was difficult, but…if he got a kiss every time, he could get used to it.

~Fin

Author's Note: First off, drunk England is drunk. Second off, hehe, while I might not own Kyle Sullivan's song, I DO own the question England asked America. Really, it's a true family story, though it's somewhat a spin-off.

Seeing as how England's drunk, I doubt he'd have recognized that the animal was really Bambi's mother, but America's smart enough to know what character England was talking about.

Also, one more note. I do not know what weather is like during the summer in England, so, if I'm wrong in that it can get a humid rain shower, then my bad. D: