[That is way earlier than England expected, and for a moment he wears a dumbfounded expression before he realises that America has asked him in return. At first, he stumbles on his words, still trying to wrap his brain around this new information.] Er...
[It's not hard to dredge up a well of related memories, but it's hard for him to pinpoint when exactly it began. He always loved America, after all, even if it wasn't always in this way.
So he's silent for a while, but there's a thoughtful expression on his face that shows he's not purposefully ignoring the question.] ...perhaps the late nineteenth century? Or the First World War. I, um— I didn't realise until the Second World War, to tell you the truth. But I know I felt that way sooner.
[Then, a pause, and England conspicuously turns his gaze sidelong.] ...and I desired you— physically, before I did romantically, so it— you know. It's a touch hard to keep track of.
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[It's not hard to dredge up a well of related memories, but it's hard for him to pinpoint when exactly it began. He always loved America, after all, even if it wasn't always in this way.
So he's silent for a while, but there's a thoughtful expression on his face that shows he's not purposefully ignoring the question.] ...perhaps the late nineteenth century? Or the First World War. I, um— I didn't realise until the Second World War, to tell you the truth. But I know I felt that way sooner.
[Then, a pause, and England conspicuously turns his gaze sidelong.] ...and I desired you— physically, before I did romantically, so it— you know. It's a touch hard to keep track of.