[FIC] You Can't Miss What You Never Had (3/???)
Title: You Can't Miss What You Never Had
Author: xxfurryfirefoxx (me)
Characters: England and America
Warnings/Rating: T
Summary: After another night of drinking, England falls asleep wishing he had won the Revolutionary War so that America would still be his obedient, cute little brother. Upon waking, England finds his wish granted.
The day passed rather uneventfully after that. The news had quite an affect on England, instantly curing his hangover. He studied the meeting plans thoroughly, his brow furrowed in concentration. But other then that, it was like any normal workday. The normal that England remembered.
England knew something was going on, but he didn’t question it. He pushed those skeptic thoughts aside in favor of the optimistic ones. He finally had everything he’d wanted. Why question the acts of god when everything was for the better?
When England got a call from the secretary, saying America’s flight just landed. He’ll be here soon. a warm rush flooded through his body. “He’ll be here soon,” he repeated under his breath, going over the plans once more in his head.
He acted like a schoolgirl excited for a date. And as soon as he realized the stupid grin plastered on his face, he quickly slapped it away. In need of thoughts to occupy his mind, he wondered what to expect. What would America say to him?
“Hey old man!”
No. That was the other America. The insufferably difficult one. The one who won the war. This one will surely be more polite.
“Arthur! I’m so happy to see you! How are you? It’s great to be here again!”
Would he say that…?
England was pulled from his thoughts by the doorknob clicking quietly. His heart skipped a beat as the door opened just a crack.
But no, it was just that boy from earlier. England deflated.
But then, “Really Jacob, I’ve been here enough. I know the way around.” A quiet voice lifted into the room, followed by gentle laughter and nervous chuckling from the boy, Jacob apparently.
That voice…it couldn’t be…
The door opened all the way and reviled the source of the voice. England’s heart nearly stopped.
“Good afternoon, England.” The voice was hazed with a slight British accent, but it was most defiantly America’s.
~*~*~America made his way to the chair in front of England’s desk as England tried to recompose himself. It surly came as a shock, but he couldn’t let that show. This should all be normal for him.
But…America. He was so much younger. He looked to be in his early teens, perhaps 14 or 15, not the young adult England was used too. After a few moments of consideration though, he supposed it made sense. He was just a colony after all…
And America’s voice. An accent. England’s accent. He had kept it. And it sounded perfect on him.
Then England noticed America was looking at him expectantly. Clear blue eyes, not hidden behind glasses.
Oh right. “So, we should get started,” England said, trying to sound in control.
“Of course,” America agreed.
England’s heart lifted at the respect in that voice. “First I’d like to discuss the taxes. We’re having a favorable economy as of late, so we can lower them for now.” England said his lines as they were rehearsed, following the plan. But he studied America’s face closely. He was nodding along with England’s words.
“That’s wonderful, my people will be pleased.” America smiled. It was a gentle smile. Kind and quiet, not that blinding, arrogant grin.
“And also your crops. You’ve had a good harvest this season, right?”
“Yes, my farmers have been working very hard.”
“Good, we’d like to increase the amount you ship here.” Not part of the plan. A test. “That won’t be a problem, will it?”
America jumped up and slammed his fists on the table in disbelief. “What? But my people need to eat too! If your people get more food, we’ll have to work twice as hard to stay alive in the winter!”
America’s eyebrows rose slightly. For a split second, England thought he saw sadness, a flicker of anger. Would he shout? Like he had done before?
No. It was just his memory playing tricks on him. “Of course not. That will be fine.” There was that smile again, so foreign. “I’ll just expand the farmland a little closer to the cities. What crops would you like?”
Amazing.
“Oh, ah.” He hadn’t prepared for a follow up question. “Tomatoes…” It was blind shot.
“Tomatoes? Alright.” America pulled out a notebook from a bag England hadn’t noticed and started to scribble things in it.
~*~*~After that, England worked through the meeting fairly quickly. He’d done everything in the plan. Now he wanted to talk. Talk to the little brother he had missed for so long. And it would be just like before.
England knitted his fingers together and rested his chin on them, his elbows on his desk. “So America, how are you?” England asked, smiling fondly.
“Well, crime rate is down. And I’m benefiting greatly from all the tourism lately. And-“
“No, no, no,” England cut him off, waving a hand. “I mean, how are you?’
America seemed caught off guard with his question. He sat for a moment, silent, staring at England, as if trying to analyze the question. Was there malice behind it? Was it a challenge? England didn’t notice.
“I’m…fine.” America sounded hesitant to answer. “How are you?” The question sounded like a question in itself, as if testing if that’s what he is supposed to say.
“I’m splendid,” England said, leaning back in his chair. “I finished all my work before you came.” Because I was so excited.
America smiled at England. “That’s great. It’s nice to have free time.”
“Yes.” England glanced at the clock. “Do you have some now? I’d love it if you could stay for dinner.”
America laughed loudly. “Ew, gross, I don’t want your gross food!”
America reached into his bag again and flipped through a small planner. “Yes, I’m free for the rest of the day. I’d love to eat with you England.”
“Marvelous!” England clapped his hands together and watched America pack up his things. This was perfect.
to be continued...
Previous Chapter: Chapter Two
Next Chapter: Chapter Four
A/N: I gave the boy a name. :-/ And here’s America’s dramatic entrance! Yaaay! This was actually a pretty boring chapter, sorry. One of those filler/building chapters. Uh--uh, the next one will be more exciting! I promise! >.<
Author: xxfurryfirefoxx (me)
Characters: England and America
Warnings/Rating: T
Summary: After another night of drinking, England falls asleep wishing he had won the Revolutionary War so that America would still be his obedient, cute little brother. Upon waking, England finds his wish granted.
The day passed rather uneventfully after that. The news had quite an affect on England, instantly curing his hangover. He studied the meeting plans thoroughly, his brow furrowed in concentration. But other then that, it was like any normal workday. The normal that England remembered.
England knew something was going on, but he didn’t question it. He pushed those skeptic thoughts aside in favor of the optimistic ones. He finally had everything he’d wanted. Why question the acts of god when everything was for the better?
When England got a call from the secretary, saying America’s flight just landed. He’ll be here soon. a warm rush flooded through his body. “He’ll be here soon,” he repeated under his breath, going over the plans once more in his head.
He acted like a schoolgirl excited for a date. And as soon as he realized the stupid grin plastered on his face, he quickly slapped it away. In need of thoughts to occupy his mind, he wondered what to expect. What would America say to him?
“Hey old man!”
No. That was the other America. The insufferably difficult one. The one who won the war. This one will surely be more polite.
“Arthur! I’m so happy to see you! How are you? It’s great to be here again!”
Would he say that…?
England was pulled from his thoughts by the doorknob clicking quietly. His heart skipped a beat as the door opened just a crack.
But no, it was just that boy from earlier. England deflated.
But then, “Really Jacob, I’ve been here enough. I know the way around.” A quiet voice lifted into the room, followed by gentle laughter and nervous chuckling from the boy, Jacob apparently.
That voice…it couldn’t be…
The door opened all the way and reviled the source of the voice. England’s heart nearly stopped.
“Good afternoon, England.” The voice was hazed with a slight British accent, but it was most defiantly America’s.
~*~*~America made his way to the chair in front of England’s desk as England tried to recompose himself. It surly came as a shock, but he couldn’t let that show. This should all be normal for him.
But…America. He was so much younger. He looked to be in his early teens, perhaps 14 or 15, not the young adult England was used too. After a few moments of consideration though, he supposed it made sense. He was just a colony after all…
And America’s voice. An accent. England’s accent. He had kept it. And it sounded perfect on him.
Then England noticed America was looking at him expectantly. Clear blue eyes, not hidden behind glasses.
Oh right. “So, we should get started,” England said, trying to sound in control.
“Of course,” America agreed.
England’s heart lifted at the respect in that voice. “First I’d like to discuss the taxes. We’re having a favorable economy as of late, so we can lower them for now.” England said his lines as they were rehearsed, following the plan. But he studied America’s face closely. He was nodding along with England’s words.
“That’s wonderful, my people will be pleased.” America smiled. It was a gentle smile. Kind and quiet, not that blinding, arrogant grin.
“And also your crops. You’ve had a good harvest this season, right?”
“Yes, my farmers have been working very hard.”
“Good, we’d like to increase the amount you ship here.” Not part of the plan. A test. “That won’t be a problem, will it?”
America jumped up and slammed his fists on the table in disbelief. “What? But my people need to eat too! If your people get more food, we’ll have to work twice as hard to stay alive in the winter!”
America’s eyebrows rose slightly. For a split second, England thought he saw sadness, a flicker of anger. Would he shout? Like he had done before?
No. It was just his memory playing tricks on him. “Of course not. That will be fine.” There was that smile again, so foreign. “I’ll just expand the farmland a little closer to the cities. What crops would you like?”
Amazing.
“Oh, ah.” He hadn’t prepared for a follow up question. “Tomatoes…” It was blind shot.
“Tomatoes? Alright.” America pulled out a notebook from a bag England hadn’t noticed and started to scribble things in it.
~*~*~After that, England worked through the meeting fairly quickly. He’d done everything in the plan. Now he wanted to talk. Talk to the little brother he had missed for so long. And it would be just like before.
England knitted his fingers together and rested his chin on them, his elbows on his desk. “So America, how are you?” England asked, smiling fondly.
“Well, crime rate is down. And I’m benefiting greatly from all the tourism lately. And-“
“No, no, no,” England cut him off, waving a hand. “I mean, how are you?’
America seemed caught off guard with his question. He sat for a moment, silent, staring at England, as if trying to analyze the question. Was there malice behind it? Was it a challenge? England didn’t notice.
“I’m…fine.” America sounded hesitant to answer. “How are you?” The question sounded like a question in itself, as if testing if that’s what he is supposed to say.
“I’m splendid,” England said, leaning back in his chair. “I finished all my work before you came.” Because I was so excited.
America smiled at England. “That’s great. It’s nice to have free time.”
“Yes.” England glanced at the clock. “Do you have some now? I’d love it if you could stay for dinner.”
America laughed loudly. “Ew, gross, I don’t want your gross food!”
America reached into his bag again and flipped through a small planner. “Yes, I’m free for the rest of the day. I’d love to eat with you England.”
“Marvelous!” England clapped his hands together and watched America pack up his things. This was perfect.
to be continued...
Previous Chapter: Chapter Two
Next Chapter: Chapter Four
A/N: I gave the boy a name. :-/ And here’s America’s dramatic entrance! Yaaay! This was actually a pretty boring chapter, sorry. One of those filler/building chapters. Uh--uh, the next one will be more exciting! I promise! >.<