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To be made pretty later.

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

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.

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

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?

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

[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?