I Love You

   




"Arthur, I'm cold", America complained, pulling his scarf closer to his face.

"Then why the bloody hell are you eating an ice cream cone outside in the middle of winter?" England asked, not believing the utter stupidity of his partner.

"I don't know..." America muttered sheepishly, not meeting England's eyes He let out a deep sigh and watched as his breath hung in the frosty air before dissolving into
nothing.

"Give me that!" England shouted, grabbing the cone out of America's hands and tossing it into the snow.

"The heck, dude? I was eating that!" America whined.

"But you were cold.." England trailed off, confused.

"So, man? I want my freaking ice cream!" America pouted.

He couldn't help it- America looked absolutely adorable when he pouted. "Here,
I'll make it up to you, love."

"If you're making stuff up to me, then maybe the Revolutionary War would be nicer..."

"Belt it, git", England interrupted sourly. America stared at him in shock, and in that moment the Brit realized that had been the wrong thing to say. He was worried that he had offended the American. "Gee, poppet, I'm so-"

He was interrupted by laughter. "I knew you'd say that, Iggy! You're so predictable, man, it just kills me!" America guffawed.

England stared at him. "Sometimes, love, you confuse me."

"What?" America asked. The look on his face was so comical that England burst out laughing.

When he finally stopped, he apologized- "I'm sorry, you just look so hilarious! But you know what's even more hilarious?" He smirked.

America did not like the look on his face at all. It was the one he got when a revenge plan against France went perfectly. "No, what?"

"How you can have a six pack and yet be so bloody chubby!" England continued, grinning smugly as he poked the American in the stomach.

"Hey Arthur, that's not funny!" America exclaimed, grinning back.

"It is to me, poppet!" England replied.

"Two can play at this game, dude!" America continued. "Why are your eyebrows so freakin' thick? You look like a caveman?"

"How dare you insult my eyebrows?" England teased.

America's grin grew wider. This was getting fun now. "And your scones are disgusting! I can't believe anyone could make anything so sickening! I guess you've got the magic touch, babe."

Don't.. call me that?...", England asked, blushing. He sounded confused, as if he didn't know what to make of it.

"Oh, I've made you blush for once actually. Maybe I should do it again?" America teased.

"No, maybe you shouldn't", England replied quickly. "Hey, I still haven't bought you a gift. I should do that."

"Yeah, you should."

"Hey, America?"

"Yes, Iggy?"

"I love you."

America's eyes grew wide and he hugged England so tight the older man let out an "Oof!"

"I love you too, man. Now go get me something before I change my mind", he teased.

"So now you're threatening me?"

"Yep."

"Some great lover you are."

"I know."