Staring Contest

Author
Commentary: A story off of "Random Story Maker" by
HopeForTheFuture13
on
deviantART. Basically, the premises of the story was to have England
and America have a staring contest, in which England begins studying
America's face. Let's get this show on the road!

Rating: K

Warnings:
(very slight) violence, UsUk (UkUs, whatever the hell else you want
to call it) if you squint.

Disclaimer:
I own nothing.

England's POV

"Yo, England,
dude!" America yelled as he entered my house. "How are ya,
man?" My (adopted) son squeezed me in a bear-hug.

I pushed the stupid
wanker off me. "I'm quite well." I brushed off my jacket
and coughed. "How about yerself?"

America shrugged.
"The economy sucks right now, but I'm sure it'll get better!"

I
smiled at his optimism.
"Yeah... I'm sure it'll be fine soon."

"Hey! England!
We should have a staring contest!" America suggested nosily.

"Why?" I
asked as I rolled my eyes.

"It'll be
fuuuunnnn." America dragged me to the couch and forced me to sit
next to him.

I
decided to play along with the bloody wanker. We stared intensely
into each other's eyes. His eyes, oh God, he had beautiful blue eyes.
Unconsciously,
I began studying his face. America had a small mole under his left
eye. He also had a light spray of freckles on his nose. The freckles
had sure lightened up since he was younger. He had nicely
proportioned lips, which were a light shade of pink. Beautiful lips.
I wish they could be m—

"HAHAHAHA!"
America yelled as he jumped up. "You blinked! You stupid Brit,
you blinked!"

That statement was
met with a punch in the face.