Gakuen Hetalia: US X UK

“Now come on! Let’s get to class before you’re late!” said England, the school vise president.

England: (sigh) This is going to be very troublesome if I see that blasted America roaming the halls again with his little trouble makers of friends. (Prussia, France, and Spain; A.K.A "The Bad Touch Trio")

    England is the vise president of “Gakuen Hetalia,” which is world famous for, as they say, “Bringing all countries together”. He is one of the top in class. He’s mostly known to be uptight, have funny eyebrows, and crazy because he has a habit of talking to his ‘friends’ by himself. But he doesn’t mind the comments. Yet he can’t stand America and his little pals. God it irritated him that practically everyday they would get into some kind of trouble. Today was the day he was going to blow if they got on his nerves one more time.

    England was walking up the stairs to the roof of the school expecting to see at least America lounging around and not in class. When he got to the door, he peeked out of the glass frame and, sure enough, saw America laying out on the floor sleeping.

England: (sigh) And yet again America is slacking away

England opened the door and walked over to where America was sleeping. He lightly kicked him to make sure he wasn’t dead. America didn’t even move an inch. England then crouched down to get a closer look at him. There was a light drool on his mouth.

England: What am I going to do with this imbecile? He sure wasn’t this hard-headed growing up.

England took a better look at America and pushed away a slight hair that was on his face.

England: But he sure became a big country.

England laughed at himself remembering how he was when he was a child. How he would always run around and say he was an airplane and making airplane noises. And how he would always ask him to sing a lullaby to him when he couldn’t fall asleep. He smiled at the thought. ‘Where have the days gone?’ he said to himself as he looked back at America.

Then there was a sudden gusty of wind. England clutched himself while America was still doing nothing. He then took a peek at him as the wind blew and could have sworn that he said his name in his sleep. Although that could just have been the wind.

England: (sigh) You’ll catch a cold again if you don’t get inside.

Just as England was about to get up, a hand suddenly grabbed him and made him stay put. He looked down to see America looking up at him with sleepiness still in his eyes.

England blushed at the sudden act, but didn’t do anything.

‘What is this idiot think he’s doing? Grabbing me like this.’ England thought to himself. He looked at America and saw that he was trying to say something but he couldn’t hear it. England knelt down.

England: What do you want?

Still, England couldn’t hear what America was trying to say, so he came closer to his face. He could just make out the words, ‘…I…you something?...’

England sat right up.

England: You want to tell me something? Uh…

England’s heart started to beat.

England: (blushing)I suppose so, but I don’t think-

England was interrupted by America tackling him to the floor.

England: W-what are you!...

England could feel America breathing heavily down on his neck making him shiver. England could feel his face get red and his heart beat even faster. He struggled to get America get off of him, but was unsuccessful because of how big he was.

England: (intense red) W-what?! G-get off of me you dunce!

England was enormously because of how close America’s face was to his. ‘Was he still sleeping? This idiot will get a what for when I get my balance back.’ Is what England was thinking.

America: …-gland. England…

England could hear America repeat his name over and over again. The heavy touch of America’s breathing his body more intense. England felt that his heart was ready to explode out of his chest. He couldn’t move. His body felt weak. It was almost impossible to breath. England could feel America’s hand reach up to his face.

England tried to avoid his touch.

England: (I-I can’t move! I-I don’t know what to do!)

America made England look at him and he looked himself. America and England’s faces were only from each other’s.

America: …England. I-

That’s the bell! England got out of his stage and pushed America right off him. He started running to the door back to the building not looking back to see if America was following him. England ran to the first boys’ bathroom he could find pushing through a group of students.

England ran right into the bathroom and locked the door behind them. Then he enclosed himself in one of the stalls.

On the other side of the door England could hear America shouting his name.

America: England! England where are you?!

England waited until America’s voice faded in the hallway when he finally came out and looked at himself in the mirror. His face looked pale white and looked like he was on the verge of crying. England got handful of cold water and splashed his face. He could feel his chest hurt really badly.

England: (tearing up) T-this is bad. M-my heart’s this fast and I have that strong feeling again…