*WARNING*: Mature language

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"What's four times three?" I asked. England was washing the dishes at the sink, and I was sitting at the table, eating the rest of my lunch.
"What the hell would you ask me that for?" he asked, chuckling. "I thought you knew that, _____."
Honestly, I did know it... He was just so smart, and I loved it when he helped me with things. "I just... kind of forgot," I said, making up an excuse.
England smiled at me, laughing slightly. "It's twelve." He turned back around, finishing up the last of the dishes.
"Ah, I remember now," I said, picking up my plate and washing it quickly.
"I think that's the last of my chores now!" England clapped his hands together and smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back! It was so perfect... his smile. I could have been looking at him for an hour... Just then, his phone rang. Of course, his ringtone was one of those old-sounding phone rings. "Uh, excuse me for a moment," he said, walking around the corner, answering his call.
I'm not one to eavesdrop, but I could hear his conversation...
"Hello? .... Oh, it's you..."
Hm, I already know who it is...
"Calm down, calm down! Bloody hell! ........ Fine... Yeah, bye." And with that, he came back into the kitchen, a rather pissed-off expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, looking into his gorgeous green eyes.
"Alfred is what's wrong," he frowned, and I giggled. I knew he called him that just because America hated it, and it was so cute that England did it.
"What does he want now?" I sighed. Seriously America, leave England alone for once...
"He said he wants us to come to some sort of 'Coastal Fair'..." he answered, scowling.
"So...?" I asked. He didn't look like he was finished talking. England grabbed his keys.
"I'm not going to break a promise to him..." he said with a slight, unforced smile. "W-would you like to come as well?" England offered.
I could feel myself blushing a little, but I responded to him nonetheless. "M-me? Sure, I'd love to!"
England smiled even more. "Great! O-okay, do you need to get anything before we leave?" he asked, rather politely. Oh him and his manners are so cute...
I looked around. I wasn't sure if I was looking for something, or just trying on an idiotic way to hide my blushing. "Nope. I think I'm fine!" I smiled, and he exchanged it.
We walked out to the car together, but he ran ahead of me, leaving me behind a bit, tilting my head to the side. England opened the passanger-door for me, and all I could do was blush.
"Thank you," I beamed, smiling brightly at him and sitting down in the car.
"Why, of course!" he smiled back, shutting the door and rushing over to the driver's side. He swiftly opened the door and sat down. Still holding his keys, he put them into the ignition and started the car up.
All of a sudden, this rather loud and fucking annoying rap song[1] blasted from the stereo. England spazzed for a second, but after a while he quickly reached his hand down and slapped the radio off.
"How.. DISGUSTINGLY annoying!" he declared with a sour face. He grasped the wheel and backed out of the driveway. "Sorry you had to hear that, _____. It's just... America and his fucking music...!"
I giggled, glancing at him, then back at the road in front of us. "It's fine, Arthur."
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After about ten minutes of driving, we were still quiet. It was starting to get fucking awkward... Pssh... it's already awkward. After a while, England started looking around, looking like he wanted to say something.
He looked at me, and smiled weakly. "_-_____?" I looked at him sweetly, blinking.
Just then, a loud POP! sound was heard. I jumped, looking around. England quickly pulled over to the side of the road, putting the car into park.
"...The fucking hell was that...?" he said, opening the door and stepping out, walking to the front of the car. "It sounded like it came from up here..."
I nodded at him. I was a little worried.
"Could you pop the hood for me, _____?" he asked, looking at me.
I bent over and pulled the lever to open up the front-hood. He smiled me a 'thanks' and opened it up. I heard him begin coughing the crazy, so I quickly jumped out and ran up next to him. "Are you okay?!"
He looked at me, his face soot-covered, and started laughing at himself. "Yes. I'm quite alright, _____!" he smiled, walking around to the back of the car. I sighed in relief and looked down at the car's insides. Swirls of gray were streaming up out of the car.
"Damn..." I said, turning to the car and lifting a finger.
"No no! Please don't touch it!" England exclaimed with a worried look. He had a rag from somewhere in his hands, and he had already wiped off his face.
"Oh... Sorry," I said, backing away a bit with a poker-face. He sighed and walked over to the car again.
"What the hell could have happened....?" England inquired, squating down and eyeing the car's parts closely. He furrowed those cute bushy eyebrows of his.
"I don't know... But where in the fuck are we?" I said, looking around, scratching the back of my neck.
He looked up and around. "I'm honestly not sure either. But I think we're kind of... in the middle of nowhere," he sighed, scowling.
"Great!" I said, giving a sarcastic smile.
"We should probably try calling someone...." England suggested, standing up.
I nodded and smiled, pulling out my phone. I looked at it and... "Shit... No reception."
"Hmm," he hummed, pulling out his cell. "Well, I've got some," he said, and we both smiled slightly in hope. "Who should I call?"
"Try calling Alfred," I told him, silently laughing at myself. "We'll need to tell him we are going to be... pretty late."
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"Bloody wankers! ... Why won't anyone pick up?!" he said, rather frustrated, shoving his phone back in his pocket.
I sighed. "It must just be the bad reception..."
England grunted and looked down at the car again. "_____, could you go to the back of the car? I think there's a box back there..."
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It's probably been about two and a half hours, and still no luck with the car. England gave up a couple minutes ago and had allowed me to try working on it, after I begged him to let me help for a while. He's being pretty protective of me...
I was crouched over the car, poking and turning all sorts of things in it, humming to myself. I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder and turned my head to see England. "Hmn~?" My face was covered in soot and such. I'm guessing I looked like crap.
"_____... About what I was trying to tell you in the car..."
"What is it?" I asked, turning around fully to face him.
He started blushing a lot, and I began to worry for him. But I let him speak. "I-I.." he cleared his throat. "I know this isn't the best time to tell you how I feel, but I want you to know something. I haven't built up the nerve to tell you, but I can't keep in these feelings anymore. I love you. I simply love you. I always have and there's nothing that can change it. Everytime I look at you, I fall in love with you over and over. Just please," he paused, "don't look at me any different now."
I started blushing as well. All I could do was look into his beautiful green eyes again, and he seemed to be looking into my (eye colour) ones, as well.
"I-I'm sorry, _____. I shouldn't have said that. I appologize for making things so-" he began, but I cut him off by practically flinging myself onto him, meeting my lips to his for a sweet, meaningful kiss.
Out of nowhere, I heard a long, loud honk, followed by a car-sound, quickly approaching. Though my eyes were closed, I could still see a blinding light, getting brighter by the second.
The honking sound blared out again, and all of a sudden, England and I were splashed with disgusting, stagnant water from the side of the road. The car drove for a short while before backing up a bit and pulling up behind our car.
It all happened so fucking fast...
With England and I still kissing, I heard a door open and slam shut.
A rather familiar, annoying voice called out. "DUDES! We were so worried about you guys! Don't worry! I came to-" It was America. He stopped dead in his tracks.
I quickly pulled away from England, turning around a bit to look at America. England did the same. And of course we didn't fucking realize this string of saliva, connected to both of our lips.
"Ohohoho~!" America said, putting his hands on his hips and giving that 'hero-laugh' of his. "Guys! If you wanted to get jiggy, you could have just told us!" he chuckled, giving a thumbs up.
"Wanker..." England whispered, still holding onto my hips.
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*EXTENDED ENDING*
The rest of the night went well. America still insisted he take us to that fair, so he quickly, and rather hero-ish-ly, mind you, drove us back home to get re-dressed.
Once we arrived at the fair, America darted off like an excited child, dragging Canada with him.
Russia suggested that England and I should ride the Ferris Wheel, and God help anyone who declines Russia.
We were at the top when it stopped.
"You look so beautiful, _____," he said, holding my hand. I blushed, smiling at him, and layed my head on his shoulder.
"..... GO AWAY, FLYING MINT BUNNY!" I heard him shout, swatting at the air next to his ear.