Nicky000

America lay with the covers pulled up to his nose, his face was slightly red. "It's just a cold, Arthur." He pouted to the Brit who had just commanded that the American go to bed. "You have a fever, and the best way to get rid of those is to get plenty of rest." England replied from next to the bed where he was studying the instructions on a box of cold medicine. America coughed for a moment and then returned to pouting. "But it's so boring just sitting here in bed! Entertain me!" he demanded. "Don't push your luck." England laughed. "Now open up." He commanded, brandishing the medicine. America reluctantly opened his mouth and let En

There was nothing wrong with being straight and working at a gay bar. That's what Alfred F. Jones told himself as he walked into the job interview. He needed the job (or rather the money he'd make from it), and besides, he liked the bar atmosphere. And the fact that it was a gay bar well, he was sure he could handle it. "They will hit on you." the bar owner, and Englishman in his late forties, warned. He was a bit skeptical about the whole situation, but the young man before him didn't seem daunted. "That's fine, I won't mind." Alfred replied, shrugging easily. "Are you sure, lad?" the owner asked. "How old are you, anyhow?" "I'm nineteen

 Waking up that morning was oddly pleasant. The warm, rare sunlight filtered through the obsessively cleaned windows, the blinds had not been drawn the previous night. So there was all too bright light making my already pale face look even paler. At least it provided a soothing warmth, as the nights in my large home were often very cold and lonely. It was late morning, as I had overslept. Probably on purpose to try to avoid today. Some days just required such an action. Like a specific week in mid-summer. Or rainy days. There were lots of rainy days in my home. Thus, I tended to just draw the blinds and stay inside. Issue was the world was ag

*SLAP* Within a second, the chaotic conference room was plunged into silence as the painful sound of a slap ringed throughout the whole room. Different reactions and emotions filled the different nations who were stopped from their constant bickering. All of their eyes were set on the stunned American, whose left cheek burned bright red from the angry Brit's crisp slap on his soft face. There was a moment of silence. England still glared at the tall man as he breathed in heavily due to his recently disturbed rage rant towards the Frenchman who was just a few inches away from them. The Englishman's eyes burned red on both sides, threatening

Arthur Kirkland sat in class, his bushy eyebrows covered by his sunshine blond hair, and his grass green eyes lazily starred at the marker board in his History Class. It's only been five minutes that passed since class started, but Arthur feels that it should have been twenty. "And now.." Mrs. Pangea, Arthur's plump history teacher said before she was loudly interuppted. "YO YO YO!" An obnoxious voice boomed in through the class. A boy with dusty blonde hair, a cowslick, and ocean blue eyes blocked by clear square glasses walked in, holding a hamburger in one hand, and a 2 liter bottle of Coca-Cola in the other. Arthur looked up at the bo

"I can't believe you made me do this." Arthur grunted, narrowly dodging a flying branch that headed his way. "Aw, come on Artie! It's not that bad!" Alfred laughed. He jumped off a particularly thick tree root and laughed more as Arthur tripped over it and fell down. "Ugh… I hate the wilderness…" "I know, I know. But just wait! We're almost there!" "Almost where?!" The Briton had asked the American this same question over nine times, but Alfred just waved it off and continued on, only for Arthur's irritation to grow. "Here!" Alfred finally shouted. "About time, you bloody-!" Arthur stopped the moment he saw where they were.

America was pacing around the conference room, feeling utterly bored. He checked his watch again. Somehow, he'd managed to wake up earlier than usual this morning, think he was late, and get to the meeting way ahead of schedule. He was even the first one there! At first, he had been ecstatic - he finally had something to rub in that commie's face - but after awhile, the joy had worn off, giving way to complete boredom. He checked his watch for perhaps the seventh time that minute, sighing again. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a low growl of frustration. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. His head whipped a

  Arthur sat quietly reading oh his couch as he drank his favorite English tea. He stopped and put his book down on the table next to a candle. Getting up he walked over to the window and starred outside at the rain coming down. It had been raining all week and wasn't letting up.  What a great way to spend Valentine's Day he thought to himself being sarcastic. It was one of his favorite holidays, ok it was his favorite holiday because he was such a romantic and he gets to spend it alone and stuck inside his house with nothing to do. It was at times like these he wished he had some more hobbies, to make matters worse the power was out.

Emerald Eyes (UsUk) Alfred’s POV~ Alfred Jones stumbled to his chair when he arrived at the Allies meeting, dead tired from having stayed up half the night. Arthur had been out drinking again, and of course called none other than the American to come pick him up in the middle of the night. Alfred could barely get the address of the bar out of the drunkard, he was so far gone. But, being the hero that he was, Alfred came to pick him up anyway, even though it was way past three in the morning. But it wasn’t finding the bar or Arthur that kept him up all night. That happened when they got back Arthur’s home, and Alfred had tu

My first USUK fanfic! Please don't judge me too harshly, it's just cute and fluffy, nothing more. XD ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "America… How would you tell someone… You love them?" America looked up, confused by England's sudden question. "What are you talking about?" England sighed, exasperated. He looked like he was trying to be casual, but he actually just looked really embarrassed. "How would you tell someone you love them?" he asked again, his voice beginning to speed up. America just blinked at England, trying to keep his expression blank. He didn't exactly want