Inbox

[fifty]

To be made pretty later.

Comments

[fifty]

[That just gets him to grin again. But England also gets a proper kiss out of it.]

[keepscalm]

[At least England has gotten a consolation for his embarrassing moment of bluntness. And an excuse to close his eyes. Whether he will get his dignity back is unknown as of yet, but this is nice enough for now.]

[fifty]

We--um-- [Okay, the um doesn't really make this sound very confident, but...] If we're celebrating, we could start now.

[keepscalm]

I've already started. [England lifts the momentarily forgotten bottle of alcohol in indication. His following sentence is soft, leading.] Unless you mean something else.

[fifty]

Something else. [He pushes the bottle away, careful not to knock it over.] You can drink later.

[keepscalm]

Mm. [The top for it is around here somewhere. England feels around the couch until his fingers stumble upon it, and then he carefully twists the cap back onto the bottle.] I suppose I should save some for the party, anyway.

What did you have in mind?

[fifty]

[America kisses him again, dragging it out this time.] Maybe.

[keepscalm]

[Now that the whiskey's taken care of, England can set it aside properly and use one of his hands to hold America's back steady. He sighs through his nose as they kiss again.] Maybe?

[fifty]

Okay, definitely. [America drags England down on top of him.]

[keepscalm]

[England lets himself be pulled, content to go along for this ride.

Definitely, indeed.]