[FIC] You Can't Miss What You Never Had (7/7)
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.
England squinted through the sunlight streaming into his room. The flimsy hotel curtains weren’t blocking the sunlight very efficiently, but it did tell England that it was morning. He turned over and looked at the clock. 10:46.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He sat there, staring at the wall. His hair was a mess, his suit was wrinkled, and his eyes were heavy from the tears last night. He made no move to get up and get ready.
England looked down at his hands. His right hand was covered in messy bandages, once white but now pink with blood. England sighed. No denying it now. I’m not dreaming. It’s all real.
England was pulled back to reality when his cell phone vibrated on the table. A split second later, the ringtone started playing. “Oh say can you see~ by the dawn’s early light~ what so proudly we hailed~ at the twilight’s last gleaming~?”
England froze. No. It couldn’t be… The song was already at “And the rocket’s red glare~ the bombs bursting in air~” by the time England’s body could move again. He lunged at the side table and grabbed his phone, nearly falling off the bed in the process.
England snapped the phone open. “Hello?” he nearly yelled.
Silence. What’s going on? What’s going on? Then laughter. Loud, obnoxious, familiar laughter. “Whoa, whoa, calm down Iggy!”
England felt a lot of emotions in that moment. Ecstatic at the American accent on the phone. Relieved that he knew that laugh. But most of all, grateful that America couldn’t see his stupid grin and the tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Uh, hello? You still there?”
England wiped his face and tried his hardest to control his voice. “Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?” He heard America groan. “And have you been messing with the ringtone settings on my phone again?”
“Jeez England, good morning to you too.” England could practically hear America roll his eyes. “Anyway, I called your work but they said you were here!”
England hurried to think of an excuse. “Ah, yes, I-“
“It works out perfectly! There’s this new movie out and I thought we coul-“
“I’m not seeing another scary movie with you, America.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He knows me too well… “Meet me at 11:30, okay? At my New York house.” America didn’t wait for an answer, and hung up.
England looked at the clock. 10:59. I’d better get ready…
Much to America’s confusion, England went through the rest of the day with an unexplained smile on his face.
The End
Previous Chapter: Chapter Six
A/N: First and foremost, thank you all for all your lovely comments! I really don't know how to show how grateful I am. If I didn’t reply, it’s only because I’d feel stupid if I just said “thank you thank you thank you” for ever comment. ^.^;; But I mean it! You were all so nice and it really encouraged me to finish the story! <333
And so the story ends...I hope it did a good job with writing this story for everyone. It was fun and I really hope you all enjoied it. I also apologize for the short and slightly lame ending. If you were expecting something bigger, I'm really sorry. This is my first try at such a long project after all. I do hope you'll keep track of me though, and read any future fanfics I'll do. USUK is my OTP, and while this story had them, they weren't a couple, so I'll have to write something about that eventually. Maybe I'll try filling something in the kink meme. A hint on how to spot me: I fail at html. ;)
Maybe it’s just my phone, but it vibrates and then starts ringing…
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.
England squinted through the sunlight streaming into his room. The flimsy hotel curtains weren’t blocking the sunlight very efficiently, but it did tell England that it was morning. He turned over and looked at the clock. 10:46.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He sat there, staring at the wall. His hair was a mess, his suit was wrinkled, and his eyes were heavy from the tears last night. He made no move to get up and get ready.
England looked down at his hands. His right hand was covered in messy bandages, once white but now pink with blood. England sighed. No denying it now. I’m not dreaming. It’s all real.
England was pulled back to reality when his cell phone vibrated on the table. A split second later, the ringtone started playing. “Oh say can you see~ by the dawn’s early light~ what so proudly we hailed~ at the twilight’s last gleaming~?”
England froze. No. It couldn’t be… The song was already at “And the rocket’s red glare~ the bombs bursting in air~” by the time England’s body could move again. He lunged at the side table and grabbed his phone, nearly falling off the bed in the process.
England snapped the phone open. “Hello?” he nearly yelled.
Silence. What’s going on? What’s going on? Then laughter. Loud, obnoxious, familiar laughter. “Whoa, whoa, calm down Iggy!”
England felt a lot of emotions in that moment. Ecstatic at the American accent on the phone. Relieved that he knew that laugh. But most of all, grateful that America couldn’t see his stupid grin and the tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Uh, hello? You still there?”
England wiped his face and tried his hardest to control his voice. “Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?” He heard America groan. “And have you been messing with the ringtone settings on my phone again?”
“Jeez England, good morning to you too.” England could practically hear America roll his eyes. “Anyway, I called your work but they said you were here!”
England hurried to think of an excuse. “Ah, yes, I-“
“It works out perfectly! There’s this new movie out and I thought we coul-“
“I’m not seeing another scary movie with you, America.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He knows me too well… “Meet me at 11:30, okay? At my New York house.” America didn’t wait for an answer, and hung up.
England looked at the clock. 10:59. I’d better get ready…
Much to America’s confusion, England went through the rest of the day with an unexplained smile on his face.
The End
Previous Chapter: Chapter Six
A/N: First and foremost, thank you all for all your lovely comments! I really don't know how to show how grateful I am. If I didn’t reply, it’s only because I’d feel stupid if I just said “thank you thank you thank you” for ever comment. ^.^;; But I mean it! You were all so nice and it really encouraged me to finish the story! <333
And so the story ends...I hope it did a good job with writing this story for everyone. It was fun and I really hope you all enjoied it. I also apologize for the short and slightly lame ending. If you were expecting something bigger, I'm really sorry. This is my first try at such a long project after all. I do hope you'll keep track of me though, and read any future fanfics I'll do. USUK is my OTP, and while this story had them, they weren't a couple, so I'll have to write something about that eventually. Maybe I'll try filling something in the kink meme. A hint on how to spot me: I fail at html. ;)
Maybe it’s just my phone, but it vibrates and then starts ringing…