Plan of Action- Day 24
Title: Plan of Action
Rated: G
Genre: Romance
Words: 1,360
Summary: England is determined to get America to smile.
Written for Day 24 for the usxuk Summer Camp event. July 24th: Smile. Share a smile? The fanwork must feature the theme smile/smiling in some way shape or form. This should be pretty self explanatory.
America's smile was something unique. No one could really not smile when he gave a grin. It lit up rooms and brightened the lowest of spirits. And it was England's favorite thing about him. To not see it was a crying shame, and it only vanished when America was really upset.
England had gotten a phone call from Canada prior to America's arrival, and had been warned that America was in a bit of a mood. England worried that he was in an overly hyperactive mood, but it was soon dashed when America walked in with his shoulders hunched.
"America?" England asked. He put his hands on his shoulders, and could feel how tense they were. "Are you okay?"
"Just gonna lie down a bit, okay?" America then promptly fell onto the sofa, his face in the throw pillows.
England winced, thinking that it might have hurt him, especially since his glasses were still on. A moment later America lifted his head with a frown. "Ow," he said. Then he tosses his glasses to the floor.
England stood there and thought. He hated to see America looking so forlorn, but without him knowing the cause of his unhappiness he couldn't do something. Normally he would try to pry it out of America just what exactly was bothering him, but today he didn't feel up to going through all the trouble. It was too annoying.
If he were to be honest with himself he'd rather skip and just get America to smile.
So instead, he decided he'd try it from a different approach. He would give America a taste of his own medicine and cheer him up the way America tried to cheer England up when he was down. So first step would be the physical approach.
England moved to the sofa and took a spot at the end, pushing aside America's feet. America lifted his head to look back at England.
"What're you doing?" America asked.
England surged forward and hugged America around his midriff. America let out a noise of surprise, clearly caught off guard. His arms raised above him as he looked down at England, unsure of where he should put his hands. England wasn't completely against physical contact, but he wasn't usually the one to initiate it. And he was now nuzzling into America's chest.
"E-England? What's going on?" America's face heated up slightly, but he pushed himself to stop thinking of such thoughts. Instead he sat up and lightly pulled England off of him. "What's gotten into you?"
England frowned. "Hm… let's try this, then."
The second step was to be silly. So England began tickling America. His fingers drifted down under America's sweatshirt, pulling it up enough to reveal the pink flesh. It had been too long since he had gone to get a tan. It was normally much tanner than this. That aside, England started flexing his fingers across America's vulnerable skin.
America made a noise more akin to a yelp than a laugh. He scrambled away from England, stuffing his shirt back down. His face was all the more red now, but still no smile. Now he looked a little confused and frustrated. So plan two didn't work. Plan three involved food.
England jumped up off the couch. America flinched, thinking that England was coming back for more, but he relaxed when he saw England heading towards the kitchen. Only that was never a good sign. He followed quickly.
"What're you doing now?" he asked warily.
"I was going to make you something to eat," England replied as he opened up his cabinets to look for something.
America hastily moved to pull England away. He patted England's back and shook his head. "You don't have to go through all of that trouble. Besides… I ate on the plane. I'm stuffed."
England frowned. Even if America really had eaten on the plane, he'd still be hungry. So much for plan three. That left it up to the fourth plan of action that America used on him; the sexual approach.
America was taken by surprise when he found himself pressed against the counter. England slid his knee in between America's legs, grabbing America's chin and pulling his lips down to his. Again, another surprised noise came from America as England slipped his tongue into his mouth. But this went a little better than the previous plans. At least America was receptive of this.
They kissed for a little bit, England's hands roaming in America's hair. America was beginning to lighten up, but he wasn't hardening against his knee like England had hoped. He pulled away after a bit, wiping at his lips.
"Do you feel better, love?" England asked in a whisper.
America blinked, still in a haze from the kiss. "Uh? What? Were you trying to cheer me up?"
England flushed. "You… You always do the same tactics to get me to be happy, so I was doing the same." Is what England wanted to say. Instead he said something more along the lines of, "Don't be ridiculous. It wasn't for you."
America tilted his head, even more confused now. "So… it was for you? You enjoyed hugging me and tickling me and kissing me?"
That earned him a slap on the arm as England moved away, his face red. "Leave it to you to twist my words."
"What? I'm just saying…" America sighed. Now he seemed even more upset. "Geez, I didn't come here to fight with you…"
England looked at him and sighed. His plans were all back firing on him. Had America done these same things on him, England would've been in a much better mood. So how was it America was not? This called for England's last resort.
"Come with me," England said. He held his hand out in a non-threatening manner. America looked at his hand and then to him. "Just come with me, please."
America sighed, but took his hand. He followed as he was led out into the garden. England had recently been given a wonderful rose garden as a gift from America. He had tended to it with the utmost care, so it was always impeccable. The roses were in full bloom with bright faces reaching up towards the sun, the red and green colors enveloping the couple.
England said nothing. He merely lied down, patting the spot beside him. America sighed and sat down. After a time, he lied on his back. England's hand reached over and took America's hand in his. Their fingers interlaced together. All around them was the smell of the roses. A gentle breeze ruffling their hair. A few clouds wafting over the sun to darken the sky, but for just a moment.
"Thank you…," America whispered after a time. He sighed.
England turned his head to look at him, and found he was already being stared at. America was smiling now. Slightly red, England reached out and caressed America's cheek.
"It's terrible when you are sad," England mumbled. "I don't like it…"
"So you were trying to cheer me up." America chuckled. "But you totally did it my way."
"Yes, and that's why it didn't work. I had to make up my own way."
"I thought your way was you just asking me." England frowned.
"I didn't think you'd like that."
America shrugged. "To be honest, I was waiting to tell you. I feel better whenever I get it off my chest. It's nice to have someone listen to me."
England's eyes widened. "Oh…so… all of this was unnecessary?"
America chuckled. He rolled over so he hovered above England. His smile was warmer, much more like his regular one. England smiled in return. He put a hand on America's face.
"I dunno about that. I certainly didn't mind. Especially when you kissed me…" America trailed off as he leaned down and gave England a kiss. "I liked that the best."
"I bet you did," England said, a smile evident in his voice.
Hoshiko2's cents: Some days I can't tell whose smile I love more: America's or England's. They are just so sl;kjhskjnhsg. Sorry. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed today's prompt!
Rated: G
Genre: Romance
Words: 1,360
Summary: England is determined to get America to smile.
Written for Day 24 for the usxuk Summer Camp event. July 24th: Smile. Share a smile? The fanwork must feature the theme smile/smiling in some way shape or form. This should be pretty self explanatory.
America's smile was something unique. No one could really not smile when he gave a grin. It lit up rooms and brightened the lowest of spirits. And it was England's favorite thing about him. To not see it was a crying shame, and it only vanished when America was really upset.
England had gotten a phone call from Canada prior to America's arrival, and had been warned that America was in a bit of a mood. England worried that he was in an overly hyperactive mood, but it was soon dashed when America walked in with his shoulders hunched.
"America?" England asked. He put his hands on his shoulders, and could feel how tense they were. "Are you okay?"
"Just gonna lie down a bit, okay?" America then promptly fell onto the sofa, his face in the throw pillows.
England winced, thinking that it might have hurt him, especially since his glasses were still on. A moment later America lifted his head with a frown. "Ow," he said. Then he tosses his glasses to the floor.
England stood there and thought. He hated to see America looking so forlorn, but without him knowing the cause of his unhappiness he couldn't do something. Normally he would try to pry it out of America just what exactly was bothering him, but today he didn't feel up to going through all the trouble. It was too annoying.
If he were to be honest with himself he'd rather skip and just get America to smile.
So instead, he decided he'd try it from a different approach. He would give America a taste of his own medicine and cheer him up the way America tried to cheer England up when he was down. So first step would be the physical approach.
England moved to the sofa and took a spot at the end, pushing aside America's feet. America lifted his head to look back at England.
"What're you doing?" America asked.
England surged forward and hugged America around his midriff. America let out a noise of surprise, clearly caught off guard. His arms raised above him as he looked down at England, unsure of where he should put his hands. England wasn't completely against physical contact, but he wasn't usually the one to initiate it. And he was now nuzzling into America's chest.
"E-England? What's going on?" America's face heated up slightly, but he pushed himself to stop thinking of such thoughts. Instead he sat up and lightly pulled England off of him. "What's gotten into you?"
England frowned. "Hm… let's try this, then."
The second step was to be silly. So England began tickling America. His fingers drifted down under America's sweatshirt, pulling it up enough to reveal the pink flesh. It had been too long since he had gone to get a tan. It was normally much tanner than this. That aside, England started flexing his fingers across America's vulnerable skin.
America made a noise more akin to a yelp than a laugh. He scrambled away from England, stuffing his shirt back down. His face was all the more red now, but still no smile. Now he looked a little confused and frustrated. So plan two didn't work. Plan three involved food.
England jumped up off the couch. America flinched, thinking that England was coming back for more, but he relaxed when he saw England heading towards the kitchen. Only that was never a good sign. He followed quickly.
"What're you doing now?" he asked warily.
"I was going to make you something to eat," England replied as he opened up his cabinets to look for something.
America hastily moved to pull England away. He patted England's back and shook his head. "You don't have to go through all of that trouble. Besides… I ate on the plane. I'm stuffed."
England frowned. Even if America really had eaten on the plane, he'd still be hungry. So much for plan three. That left it up to the fourth plan of action that America used on him; the sexual approach.
America was taken by surprise when he found himself pressed against the counter. England slid his knee in between America's legs, grabbing America's chin and pulling his lips down to his. Again, another surprised noise came from America as England slipped his tongue into his mouth. But this went a little better than the previous plans. At least America was receptive of this.
They kissed for a little bit, England's hands roaming in America's hair. America was beginning to lighten up, but he wasn't hardening against his knee like England had hoped. He pulled away after a bit, wiping at his lips.
"Do you feel better, love?" England asked in a whisper.
America blinked, still in a haze from the kiss. "Uh? What? Were you trying to cheer me up?"
England flushed. "You… You always do the same tactics to get me to be happy, so I was doing the same." Is what England wanted to say. Instead he said something more along the lines of, "Don't be ridiculous. It wasn't for you."
America tilted his head, even more confused now. "So… it was for you? You enjoyed hugging me and tickling me and kissing me?"
That earned him a slap on the arm as England moved away, his face red. "Leave it to you to twist my words."
"What? I'm just saying…" America sighed. Now he seemed even more upset. "Geez, I didn't come here to fight with you…"
England looked at him and sighed. His plans were all back firing on him. Had America done these same things on him, England would've been in a much better mood. So how was it America was not? This called for England's last resort.
"Come with me," England said. He held his hand out in a non-threatening manner. America looked at his hand and then to him. "Just come with me, please."
America sighed, but took his hand. He followed as he was led out into the garden. England had recently been given a wonderful rose garden as a gift from America. He had tended to it with the utmost care, so it was always impeccable. The roses were in full bloom with bright faces reaching up towards the sun, the red and green colors enveloping the couple.
England said nothing. He merely lied down, patting the spot beside him. America sighed and sat down. After a time, he lied on his back. England's hand reached over and took America's hand in his. Their fingers interlaced together. All around them was the smell of the roses. A gentle breeze ruffling their hair. A few clouds wafting over the sun to darken the sky, but for just a moment.
"Thank you…," America whispered after a time. He sighed.
England turned his head to look at him, and found he was already being stared at. America was smiling now. Slightly red, England reached out and caressed America's cheek.
"It's terrible when you are sad," England mumbled. "I don't like it…"
"So you were trying to cheer me up." America chuckled. "But you totally did it my way."
"Yes, and that's why it didn't work. I had to make up my own way."
"I thought your way was you just asking me." England frowned.
"I didn't think you'd like that."
America shrugged. "To be honest, I was waiting to tell you. I feel better whenever I get it off my chest. It's nice to have someone listen to me."
England's eyes widened. "Oh…so… all of this was unnecessary?"
America chuckled. He rolled over so he hovered above England. His smile was warmer, much more like his regular one. England smiled in return. He put a hand on America's face.
"I dunno about that. I certainly didn't mind. Especially when you kissed me…" America trailed off as he leaned down and gave England a kiss. "I liked that the best."
"I bet you did," England said, a smile evident in his voice.
Hoshiko2's cents: Some days I can't tell whose smile I love more: America's or England's. They are just so sl;kjhskjnhsg. Sorry. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed today's prompt!