[Fic fill] Happy People

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TITLE: Happy People
AUTHOR/ARTIST: mizumimi
RECIPIENT: aschenvogel
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: America/England,
RATING: PG
NOTES: For the request; "What makes America the happiest"
SUMMARY:  America is bored and makes England play a game with him.

 

Happy People

 

“Hamburgers!”

 

“I’m offended that that’s the first thing that you thought of!”

 

“Hollywood movies with lots of car chases, gunfire and gore.”

 

“Well, I do like those kinds of movies but...”

 

“Driving down the freeway in an American car, going at an ungodly and dangerous speed with the roof wide open and your stupid American music blaring out, annoying innocent bystanders!”

 

“You make it sound like a bad thing!” 

 

“Milkshakes, cakes, and Big Macs!”

 

America rested the side of his head against the cold surface of England’s dining table, an audible sigh escaping lips that were too weary with arguing to pout. Through the corner of his eye he watched England busying himself with breakfast; the fact that whatever he was making had not begun to smell like rancid oranges indicated that he had only just started preparing his death-feast.   

 

Raising his head to slide his arms beneath his chin, he petulantly blew away the hair over his eyes. “Wrong, wrong. You’re getting it all wrong!” he complained.

 

England sighed, tired of humouring him. Why did he always have to be the one to listen to America’s crazy ideas? In fact, why did he always go along with them even when he knew that they were stupid?

 

“Being told that you’re awesome.”

 

“Do you think I’m really that vain?” America raised himself up, offended.

 

The dry look England gave him was a resounding yes. America frowned at his back as he quietly returned to making their breakfast.

 

For a moment, the sound of sizzling oil and the quiet tapping of the whisker knocking around the mixing bowl filled the air with deceptive calm, and would likely have remained peaceful had England not foolishly ventured to guess again.

 

“Completing a game with a hundred percent success rate and all characters and items unlocked and all mini games completed.”

 

 “Damn, you know me pretty well, huh?” America expressed his approval in a pleased hum at the back of his throat.

 

England aimed a glare over his shoulder. “Is that - ”

 

“Bzzzt!” he lifted his arms in the shape of a large X. “You’re wrong! Although I would be pretty damn happy if that happened. Like all my Christmases come at once, you know?”

 

“You’re incorrigible!”

 

“I’ll take that as a compliment!”

 

“I give up!” an exasperated England threw his hands up, baking mix flying off of his spoon onto the table in a vomit-coloured blob. “I don’t know!”

 

“You don’t?” America lowered his arms, slightly crestfallen. He had hoped that an ex-pirate would have put up a more interesting fight but England had surrendered after a rather pathetic sally that disappointed America, who had hoped to wring from him a few more hours of entertainment at least. 

 

“I don’t know! How could I possibly know unless you tell me?” England huffed. The cloudy sky outside the kitchen window foretold his souring mood. 

 

America sighed. It made sense that England would not know unless he said something. It made sense...but he did not have to like it.

 

“But you love me, right?”

 

England flushed. “Are you going to make me say it?”

 

“As my love it your responsibility, no your duty, to know what makes your lover the happiest!”

 

“Then tell me!”

 

“No!”

 

England angrily threw his spoon into the mixing bowl. “Oh for God’s sake America, why are you stubborn about the stupidest things?”

 

“It’s not stupid!” America protested. Granted, he had begun with the simple wish to just annoy England for a few minutes – or maybe hours – until breakfast, but the more England guessed and the more times he got it wrong started to alarm him. Lovers were supposed to know everything about the other, right? There were no secrets between lovers, not if they really, truly liked each other...

 

“I don’t know,” England’s point-blank statement was disheartening even for someone as optimistic as America.

 

“Guess,” he ordered. The serious expression on his face left no room for argument.

 

England flushed “Y – You’re not going to say something stupid l – like...” he stammered, “well, me? Is it m – me?”

 

They stared at each other; one hopeful and expectant, the other gazing at his partner with surprise.

 

“Pfft!”

 

“What?!” England raised his fist to whack the American as the nation doubled over in peals of laughter.

 

“N - Nothing!” America snorted, wiping the tears of mirth from his eyes.

 

“You bastard, how dare you laugh!”

 

“It’s not like that, honest!”  America chortled. “I – I just never knew you could be so...cheesy!”

 

England’s gaze narrowed dangerously. “So hamburgers make you happier than I do?”

 

Even America with his obliviousness to his surroundings could sense when he was walking on thin ice. “O – Of course not!” he cried, sobering immediately. “I can buy hamburgers anywhere anytime but there’s only one England!”

 

“Saying it like that doesn’t make me happy, jerk!” England snorted. 

 

“By the way, what does make you the happiest, England?”

 

England fell silent and motionless for approximately five seconds before he flew into America, whacking him over the head with a rather handsome Victorian silverware spoon. Flour and egg mix splattered into in his hair as America tried to hold the angry Englishman at bay, though it seemed England was intent on hitting him until he had some sense knocked into him, or at least until there were enough holes in his head to get some oxygen in.

 

“Hypocrite! Jerk! Idiot! Stupid, stupid, fat America!”

 

“Hey, no need to use the F-word!” Now that was just hitting below the belt.

 

“It’s obvious!” England cried, on the verge of tears yet trying to hide it in a storm of anger. “In this relationship I’m obviously the one who knows more about you than you know about me!”

 

“That’s not true! I know how to eat your terrible cooking and not wind up in the hospital!”

 

“You..!”

 

America caught England’s arm before he could hit him with his spoon again pushing his back against the flat of the table. “Alright, why don’t you tell me? Whatever it is that makes you happy, even if it’s jumping into the freezing Thames in my birthday suit, I’ll do it!”

 

“Oh really?” Despite the humiliating position of being pinned to a table and covered in blobs of baking mixture, England managed to look both unconvinced and unimpressed.

 

“Of course!” America gave him a quick thumbs up. “I am a hero after all. And you’d do the same for me, right?”

 

Pushing him away, England sat up to wipe the mix from his face. “...Then...what does make you happy? Happiest?” he asked, still sulking a little. That was good food, potentially good food, covering both of them now.

 

It was America’s turn to blush. For all he had insisted, now that he had to vocalise it, he did not really want to say something that he knew England would scoff at him for. God knew the tetchy little nation did enough of that already. However his hesitation only piqued England’s curiosity. Gathering all his courage, America went for it;

 

“...I’m really cool aren’t I?”

“...You’re an idiot.”

 

He knew it. Shot down in flames.

 

“That’s not it!” America made a speedy, though disgruntled, recovery. “I’m really cool and super awesome and you’re lucky to love someone like me!”

 

“I’ll hit you, you know,” England brandished his baking-mix covered spoon threateningly, but this time America was not to be deterred.

 

“Say it!” he insisted, using all the forcefulness and stubbornness of his personality, which usually allowed him to win any argument.  

 

“Hey, you told me before that you weren’t vain enough to be happy just because someone said you were awesome.”

 

“Exactly! Someone! But it’s different if England says it!” America cried, unaware of the bright blush that covered England’s cheeks as he spoke.

 

“Ah....America is....” he gulped back his hesitation, “...cool.”

 

Only once the fatal word had left his lips did England dare search for America’s reaction, and was momentarily stunned by the wide grin on his face; goofy yet undeniably charming.

 

If it made America happy, it was not so bad, was it?

 

 “Y - You’re really, uh, awesome America. And, uh, you always look really good. Even though you’re an idiot you’re charming. No maybe because you’re an idiot you’re charming or maybe...”

 

 “England! You do love me after all!” America cried happily, wrapping him in a suffocating bear hug. “And just so you know I think you’re awesome too. Of course anyone who likes me as much as you do has to be awesome because my awesomeness is infectious!”

 

“G – Get off me you git!”

 

“But you like me, don’t you, England?” America was either too happy or too oblivious to notice him clawing for breath under him.

 

England wanted to smack him across the head again. If America were a dog, he would have sworn he could see his tail wagging. Sighing, he managed to raise his arm high enough to pat his head, although with his face smothered in America’s chest his patting was more like the blind groping of fingers through the flour stained threads of America’s hair.

 

“Yeah. You’re right...I guess,” he mumbled beneath his breath.

 

“Alright. Fair is fair,” America released him, “so what do you want me to do?”

 

England tilted his head in thought. “Well...” he said, “I suppose if you told me that my cooking was delicious instead for once of being an ungrateful brat so...”

 

He grabbed the half empty, uncooked mix from the counter, slamming it on the table in front of America with the sweetest smile he could muster.

 

“Eat.”

Comments

[puffitheinsane.livejournal.com]

*sporfle* Oh goodness, you two. You're such dorks. Maybe that's why I love you so. <3

[amoyr.livejournal.com]

This is so, just, XDDDD Cute, sweet, and hilarious all rolled into one wonderful fic~ England, you make the best comebacks ever.

[tanya-tsuki.livejournal.com]

That was so...cool!
/shot

Seriously, I love how you characterized these two. It was perfectly in character, and I loved the back and forth between them :D

[smrtypantz.livejournal.com]

"If America were a dog, he would have sworn he could see his tail wagging"

that line was the absolute best xD

I loved this story for the fact that it's been my head canon that America is always seeking England's approval, and the fact that America is happiest when England compliments him like that was just perfect <3

[aschenvogel.livejournal.com]

Oh, England, why always so aggressive? It only makes your life all the harder. D:

First things first - my eyes grew really big when I saw that there was not one document attached to my mail but two. Happiness ensued. Thank you for taking up two of the prompts!

I love those two and I can just imagine them bantering like this all day. It's a mystery that they get other things done in terms of... well. :D This was funny and lovely and made me feel all fuzzy with laughing. And it was a perfect counterpart to the other story! Whereas Austria and Hungary talk rarely, America and England are like to teens, always seeking evidence that there is something between them. They need to get over that separation anxiety fast!

Moreover, I think the food's got a good deal in that fight. It's fate would have been much worse, if it had stayed in England's hands.

Thanks once again! :)

[twistedsheets10.livejournal.com]

*is grinning like an idiot*

Hell yes. Such dorks they are. ♥

[nutellabrot.livejournal.com]

the two are so cute~~ ♥

[kitrinathegreat.livejournal.com]

This was so terribly cute! I cannot stop grinning!