Hey guys! Well, I live in BC (Canadian ftw :P) and if you live here or just watch a lot of news you may know about the teachers strike... yeah, kinda chaotic (more like EXTREMELY chaotic) but due to all that I get a 6-day-long weekend :DD HOORAY FOR ME!
...though I'm gonna have an ass-load of homework. FML.
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America and France ran through the streets of Italy.
"TAKE A LEFT! AH MON AMI THAT'S RIGHT! GO LEFT!" France shrieked at his energetic friend who was about ten feet ahead of him.
They had found out where Italy's house is, and as soon as America confirmed the location he bolted leaving France to run after him.
"WHAT WAY IS LEFT!"
"THAT WAY!"
"WHAT WAY IS 'THAT WAY'!"
"JUST WAIT A SECOND FOR MOI TO CATCH UP!"
America stoppedwaiting for a very out of breath Frenchie to catch up. "Dude you need to get in shape." he stated bluntly. France seethed "I'm not out of shape, I'M JUST NOT INHUMAN LIKE YOU!"
America laughed his famous laugh, "Kay whatever Frenchie, now, what way is left?"
France facepalmed "You are stupide aren't you? That's left, see? Make a 'L' with your hand." he explained. America nodded before taking off running, this time grabbing France's wrist so he didn't fall behind.
Many people gave them odd looks but they had already run by before anyone could comment.
America's eyes lit up when he saw Italy's house come into view.
"England! Your Hero has arrived!"
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After the little 'I spy' incident, Italy decided to find a different way to pass time.
"England?" he asked as he rolled about in the bed like a puppy. England raised an eyebrow, looking over to him from where he sat leaning up against the headboard, fiddling with his thumbs "What is it now?" he questioned back.
"I'm still bored ve..." he whined. England scoffed "You're always bored, git."
Italy giggled a little, causing England to look at him curiously "What's so funny?" he asked. Italy glanced over, smiling "Git' is a funny word ve~" he giggled a little again. England rolled his eyes "So immature... almost as immature as another git I know..." he mumbled the last part.
America... where was he? England had been trapped for days. He didn't even feel sick anymore! But now that he was healthy again, he knew Germany would be on him like white on rice. He was always claiming to be a bloody 'hero', so why can't he live up to his words already!
"Ve? England?" Italy asked as he noticed a far-off look in England's bright green eyes. ENgland blinked "Ah! Hm? Yes?" he stammered, being drawn out of his thoughts.
"Nothin' you were just starting to look all weird, ve"
"..." England sighed. "Well, I'm tired." he stated flatly, he was lying, he just wanted some time to work on an escape plan... it would probably work better now that he wasn't running a high fever. ...the ropes would be a problem and he was still wearing Italy's pajamas (they were a little big on him and he had to keep adjusting the loose shirt and pulling up the pants).
"Nooo don't go to sleep! You've been sleeping for eeeveeerrr! Ve! Ve ve veeee!" Italy cried as he clung to the brit.
"G-GET OFF GIT! And of course I slept a lot, I was sick! Now I'm just very tired!" he yelled. Italy pouted "Can I sleep with you~?" he asked. England blushed "N-No! Of course not!"
"Aw why not? You don't really like sleeping with others, do you? Ve?" Italy cocked his head to the side. England huffed. Italy continued "Ve! Is there anyone you would be willing to sleep with?"
A certain blue-eyed blonde popped into his British mind but he shook it off, he answered instead "No one... no one at all..." blushing like crazy the whole time.
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America and France slowly approached the Italian house.
"How are we going to do this?" France whispered. America shrugged "Dunno, why don't we just bust through the window, kick their asses, grab Iggy, and ditch?" he answered. France swweatdropped "Er... any other ideas?" France asked.
America shook his head 'no' and France sighed.
"Well. I guess it's now or never..." France muttered as the two approached a large window. America grinned and took of running, bolting straight into/through the window.
CRASH!
Glass littered the floor of the living room as America stood up, France crawled in through the large hole in the window that America created, being careful as to not rip his fabulous outfit.
America helped France in just in time to hear angry German footsteps approaching. Germany stomped into the room, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!" he screamed.
America whipped around, pulling out his pistol, and screamed back "WHERE THE FUCK IS IGGY!" shooting a few holes in the wall, making a few 'bang' noises, behind the German.
Meanwhile, upstairs, England and Italy heard the whole thing...
England and Italy were playing another game of I spy (well, mostly just Italy spying stuff while England ignored him) until they heard...
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!"
"WHERE THE FUCK IS IGGY!"
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
England sat up straight, "That sounded like America... and gun shots!" his worries went through the roof, Germnay didn't shoot him did he? If he harms America at all I swear I'll-
His over-protective throughts were cut off when Italy tackled him off the the bed, landing on the floor so that if someone were in the doorway the two would be hidden behind the unmade bed.
"What the blood hell are you-?" Italy cut him off again "SSSH they're gonna find us! Ve!" he said in a panic.
England raised an eyebrow "Well I don't know about you, but that's sounds great for me." he said flatly, happy to be saved.
Italy frowned "But we're friends! I don't want you to leave! I like you ve! I wanna play longer!" he put on the cutest face he could muster (which was pretty damn cute) as he pleaded the brit to stay.
England sighed "Yes well... I suppose I've grown to... not hate you, but I would rather not be tied up you see? Bloody hell, let me go and we can talk or whatever you want over a spot of tea later, alright?"
Italy's frown lifted "Really? We can be friends?" he gasped dramatically. England sighed "Fine, fine... as long as you let me go." he huffed. Italy cheered and glomped the poor brit.
"Ah! Get of me Git! I-" England started only to be cut off again.
Although he was filled with relief due to what cut him off...
"DON"T WORRY IGGY! YOUR HERO IS HERE!"
England wiggled out of Italy's grip and scooted a few feet away before sitting up, his head now visible to the man in the doorway, "America!" he yelped.
Italy's head popped up soon after "Ve~" he said mindlessly. America was unsure about what to do about the Italian, but he didn't seem to be a threat so for the moment he just ignored him.
America shoved his pistol in his belt before sprinting around the bed, passing Italy, and hugging England.
He pulled away for a second to speak "Iggy! I'm so sorry it took for like ever and shit! France is downstairs distracting Germany so we gotta leave now! Oh shit, forgot to ask, you okay dude? You aren't sick or hurt or anything?" he said quickly in a worried tone.
England smiled slightly "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Took you long enough...git." America grinned and pulled the brit back into another bone crushing hug. "A-America..! C-Can't... breathe!"
America let go "Oh s-sorry! C'mon, get up and let's run for it!" he said standing up. England glared "You dolt, my wrists and ankles are bound, what the bloody hell do you expect from me!"
America laughed nervously "Oh sorry, here I'll help." he said, scooping the brit up bridal style. "AAH! G-GIT PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!" he yelled, blushing at the close contact.
Italy grabbed England's arm "...ve E-England?" he asked, more than a little intimidated by the strange look America was giving him. He looked like a kid trying to keep his favorite toy all to himself or a parent protecting their child... something in between.
England glanced over "Yes Italy?"
Italy smiled softly "We're friends right? Ve I know you don't like Germany but you like me right? Right?"
"Yes, yes, I already told you I'll be your friend if you let me go." he explained. Italy nodded, letting go of the brit's arm.
When Italy let go, America stepped away, holding England tighter, "Whatever! Just don't kidnap Iggy again or else I'll kick your ass!" he yelled. Italy, as usual, spazzed out, waving a white flag around "O-OK! JUST DON'T KILL ME, I DON'T WANNA DIE! NOO! DON'T SHOOT MEEEE!"
America scoffed, "I won't I won't... make sure to tell Germany to back off or else!" he held England tightly against his chest. Italy nodded quickly and saluted. America smiled "Good! Now let's go!"
Before England could say another word, America had already thrown the window open and jumped down from the two story window, landing on his feet, still carrying the pajama-clad brit in his arms.
England screeched and leaned into America's chest during the short flight, America laughing the entire time. France was thrown the the front door soon after, the French man yelling "RUN!" as soon as he was on his feet.
America took off running at the sight of a more than pissed German and the three blondes soon dissapeared into the streets of Italy.
After a while of running, the three stopped outside an Italian restuaraunt and claimed one of the tables out near the sidewalk.
France left for a clothing store (he was off to get England something to wear other than the pajamas) while America stayed with England.
America placed England down on one of the chairs before getting to work on the irritated ropes.
"You okay?" America asked again as he untied England's wrists. England nodded as he rubbed his sore wrists while America worked at the roped on his ankles, "I'm fine."
America smiled as he took the seat beside England, "Good! Ah... dude... about you and Italy... is there something going on between you two?" he asked.
England stuttered as America asked if he and the Italian were in anyway... romantic, "What? Of course not! I'll admit I don't hate him as much but he's still so childish and annoying!" he yelled.
America grinned "Great! 'Cause now no one can take you away from me!" he chirped. England looked at him curiously "What do you mean by-?"
America cut him off with a kiss. England's eyes went wide before slowly fluttering closed to enjoy the kiss.
America and England pulled away after they realised the desperate need for air and looked eachother in the eyes in silence. America noticed a few people looking at them "Ah... people are staring..." he pointed out.
England scoffed, "Of course, two strange, both male, foreigners, one wearing pajamas and one in a suit, just kissed outside of some random restauruant!" he stated. America laughed "Nah they're probably all staring at your awesome eyebrows!"
"YOU BLOODY GIT!" he seethed. America laughed, planting a kiss on each eyebrow "Don't worry~ I think they're adorable~!"
England blushed. "W-Whatever..."
"Love you Iggy~!"
"...I love you too... git."
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THE END!
Aww finally some fluffy USUK :D yeah Iggy's eyebrows are pretty awesome X3 Well, Italy should be happy just being friends (I mean if he really wants a boyfriend, Germany's been crushing on him for ever /shotshotshot) And yeah... it's finally over.
C'mon guys~! One finally review to celebrate a (hopefully) good ending chapter~? THANKS EVERYONE!