England
is
treating America out to ice cream.
America
is
very happy about this!
leads the way to the ice cream parlour. "Only three scoops, got it?"
nods and grins happily. "Yes, Artie, sir. Only three scoops."
can't stay upset at that smile. They enter the parlour, and he steps aside to let Alfred see the selections. "Go ahead and order."
looks down the many choices and bites his lips. He can't decide which one he wanted! "Ummm...." This was a toughie!
waits. "Get Neopolitan, if you can't decide between vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry."
blinks up at him. "Oh! Good Idea! So that's one scoop! So.. I guess the other scoop could be rocky road.. and the third.. is... Hmm..."
looks at the ice cream choices. "Mint chocolate chip."
shakes his head. "Naahh.. not feeling that right now.... Hmm" He looks around more. "Banana split looks good.. but... Double Dutch.. no.. um
... bubblegum?... Eh...EH?!... AHH!" He bites his lips, not knowing what to pick.
sighs; he just -knew- this would happen. "...Just get them all, then..."
[ XD Yay!! ]
looks back to him and grins like a kid who just won a golden ticket. "Really!?"
[ SIGH xD ]
nods. "But only this once, alright? Buy your own ice cream next time."
hugs the man tight excitedly. "Thanks Artie!" He wouldn't mention to him however that Russia bought him different flavors of ice cream the
other day though. He quickly goes to the cashier and orders the flavors he mentioned, including the mint chocolate chip.
blushes a bit, stiffening in surprise. "I-- Y-You're welcome," he replies, cheeks still a light pink by the time he pays for the cold treat.
America
is
very happy to see the amount of scoops he has on his cone. *u* He's a happy kid right now.
can't help but smile a bit upon seeing the other's expression. "Does it make you that happy?"
nods while still having a big happy grin on his face. "Hell yeah it is!" He starts licking the ice cream and moaning a bit with delight!
[ Yes, I went there =u= ]
[ FFFF y-you're evil xD ]
[... And somewhere in this ice cream shop there is a Mona. Recording this.]
[ XDDDDDD ]
reddens completely, staring wide-eyed for a moment before turning away, flustered. "C... Can't you eat quieter?!"
[-returns to lurking- 8D]
stops his licking half way and turns to Artie. "Huh? Wha~?"
doesn't look at him, and instead keeps his eyes off to the side. "Your... just... just lick it quietly!"
pulls his tongue away from the ice cream and cocks an eyebrow up at the Brit. "... What are you talking about, I lick quietly."
huffs, slightly agitated. "No, you-- when you eat, you make those -noises-!"
America
feels
his eyebrows arching up higher at this. "Noise? What kind of noise?" He licks his ice cream a bit.
frowns. "That... moaning noise!"
blinks. "I do not moan when I eat ice cream, Artie! What the hell?!"
blushes, embarrassed. "Y-You did, damnit! Earlier, when you first began eating!"
waves his hands at him. "You were just hallucinating it, Artie! I don't moan when I eat ice cream!"
couldn't have imagined that! "No, you prat, why would I imagine something like that?! You really did!"
pouts. "I did not!! And I dunno, but you imagined it!" DB<
shakes his head. "I really didn't! Why would-- no! You really did, damnit!" He huffs, crossing his arms.
sticks his tongue out at him. "Stop being a pervert, Artie! Thinking I'm moaning and stuff!" He returns back to licking his ice cream.
almost gapes - because he's a gentleman, and gentlemen don't gape - as he stares. "Wanker, I-- I'm not a pervert! You really -did- moan!" He
insists, frowning. Unless he did imagine it...? Maybe...
doesn't listen to the perv Brit, turning himself away from him, his back facing him. He continues to lick his ice cream and making tiny_
moaning noises while saying, "God.... so good..."
[ FF YOU'RE SO EVIL. XD ]
[ XDDDDD I am =u= ]
blushes, staring wide-eyed at the American's back. There was -no- way he was imagining this! "Y... Y-You're doing it again!"
gasps and turns to the Brit, just appalled by this. "Oh my God, Artie! Can a man eat his ice cream in peace!? "
grimaces, but doesn't back down! "You were -moaning-, you bastard! Eating -ice cream-! A-And saying-- just... you're doing this on purpose!"
tries his best to not make a scene inside the ice cream parlour, but pretty much does. "Why the hell would I be moaning on purpose, Artie!?"
immediately shushes him. "Be quiet, you idiot!" he grinds out, embarrassed when people glance over. "And I don't know, you're probably
doing it to amuse yourself! Just... stop! And you call -me- the pervert?!"
just makes another face at him. DB<
"I will not stop, because I never even started moaning in the first place!!!"
scowls, unwilling to give in. "You were! You absolutely were! There is no way that I'd imagine it -twice-!"
stares at him. "Well you think Fairies are real! So you probably were imagining it twice!!"
huffs, not too pleased about the bit about his fairies. "They -are- real, you prat! You really did moan! Twice!"
huffs back. "Well they aren't! Along with this imaginary moan you keep pressing on against me!"
makes a frustrated noise, glaring. "Fine! Just... just eat your bloody ice cream!"
glares back at him then down to his ice cream... melting. "Oh damn it, Iggy! Now my ice cream is melting!" He licks the melted liquid
dripping down the cone and onto his hand.
stares, feeling his face burn up. He quickly shoves some napkins towards Alfred, squeezing his eyes shut as he says, "U-Use a napkin!"
blinks when the napkins were shoved to him. "Oh.. thanks!" He starts cleaning up the ice cream with the napkin. As he does so, he looks
up to see the Brit flushing a bit. "Yo, why you blushing, Artie?"
still isn't looking at him, feeling rather flustered and embarrassed. "I'm not blushing! Just eat your ice cream!"
slurps some of the melted ice cream off though as he shrugs. "I am eating it!"
groans, feeling utterly miserable. "Alfred... just eat your ice cream quietly, like a normal person...!"
stops eating his ice cream. "Okay. Now tell me. How does a normal person eat ice cream, Artie?" 8I
"Not... like how you're eating!" He huffs, glaring at him. "Give me that, I'll show you," he grumbles, reaching for the ice cream.
"No!" He slaps his hand away. "Get your own ice cream! And I eat perfectly normal!" He thinks.
rolls his eyes, drawing back. "Fine, then," he snaps, going to order his own ice cream. Yum, mint chocolate chip. He begins licking it,
making no noises, unlike Alfred. "-This- is how you ought to eat it, idiot."
[ And this became a lesson on how to eat ice cream without moaning. 8D ]
growls at him. "That's how I ate my ice cream, Artie! And I am not an idiot!" DB<
[ LOOL xD Iknorite. ]
huffs. "No, you ate your ice cream like..." Pauses, moaning lowly as he gave the ice cream a slow lick, "...Like that!"
blinks and flushes. "N-no I didn't!!! You lie!" DB<
glances up, licking off the excess ice cream off his lips. "You did! You did exactly that!"
shakes his head as he continues to deny this. "No I didn't!! Stop it with your sick perverted mind, Artie!"
England
will
not lose this, damnit! "You did! I'm not the one with the perverted mind, -you- are! You're the one making sexual noises while eating!"
felt his jaws drop at this. "I AM JUST ENJOYING MY ICE CREAM HERE!!!!" DB<
shakes his head, glaring. "While making those noises!"
just gasps. "I DO NOT MAKE SEXUAL NOISES WHILE EATING ICE CREAM!!! OKAY!? "
just buries his face in his hands. "Shut -up-, Alfred! People are staring!"
doesn't stop. "THEN STOP ACCUSING ME OF MOANING WHILE I EAT ICE CREAM!!!"
England
is
ridiculously embarrassed, now. "Alright! Alright, bloody hell, I will, so shut -up-!"
[ And Al wins! =u= ]
huffs at this, but quickly quiets down, nodding. He turns his attention back to his ice cream, just wanting to enjoy it now.
[ =3= Only this time! ]
[ All the time, not only this time =3= ]
rolls his eyes, eating his ice cream at a leisurely pace. "...You said you've met Ann before, haven't you? What... do you think of her...?"
America
was
about to retort back again if the Brit continued the accusation, but the topic was different now. "Huh? ... Oh yea. I did. I told you before
too that I met a British girl in New York! Ann said she was a tourist! But she only came to New York for a couple of hours and headed back.
Weird, right?" He licks his ice cream.
keeps a neutral expression. "I know. But what do you think about her?"
America
thinks
about this. "Why do you ask?"
blinks. "...Just. I was curious."
blinks and shrugs. "Well your cousin is nice. She treated me to Mickey D's" ... wait whoops. He was sure he wasn't suppose to tell him that.
raises an eyebrow. "Did she, now...?" he asks, surprised. "...Wow."
nods and smiles. "Yeah! It was pretty nice of her! I was hungry then too!"
smiles wryly, finishing his ice cream. "I see. Be kind to her, even if she's related to me." A pause, "Please."
America
thinks
about this. "You never told me you had a cousin, Artie. What's up with that??"
wipes his mouth with another napkin. "I've never found the occasion to tell you all the members of my family."
blinks and frowns. "Well I know about Scotland, Wales and Ireland though...You could have at least told me you had more." He licks of the
melted ice cream again.
blushes slightly, this time reaching forward to wipe the melted ice cream off himself. "Because they're my brothers. Ann is... my cousin."
grins. "Oh thanks again! And... You know... you two look more like siblings." He hums.
freezes, remembering how harshly Ann had reacted, before shaking his head. "We aren't. You know I only have three brothers."
"Well... four, counting Peter."
blinks and smiles. "Oh yeah! How is that little twerp?"
"He's fine. Just his usual self, though I swear he's taking after your table manners."
grumbles. "Hey! I have awesome table manners!" He sticks his tongue out at him.
chuckles a bit. "You need to practice wiping your mouth as you eat, for one."
pouts and gets a little flustered from this. "S-shut up, Artie!"
England
is
slightly amused. "Would you prefer it if I still did it for you, then?"
shakes his head and finishes up his ice cream. "N-no! I don't you doing that!"
holds out a napkin. "Then you'd best wipe your mouth, before I do it for you."
snatches the napkin and wipes his mouth clean. "T..there! All done!"
can't help but smile a bit, at that. "Alright, fine. I could've sworn I taught you this centuries ago..."
pouts at him. "I know how to clean myself up very well, Artie!"
takes his trash, and throws it away. "If you insist."
throws the napkins away as well as he wipes his hands clean. "So... tell me about your cousin, yeah? She's cool and sweet, but she has_
something about that reminds me of you..."
blinks, frowning slightly. "Ah... well... she's quite similar to me. We... spent our younger years together. She's a bit difficult at first,
but once she gets used to you, she's quite pleasant." It felt weird, talking about a version of himself like that, but... at least this way,
-some- form of himself would be happy. Right?
America
thinks
about it. "Then why didn't you show her to me when I was a little colony??"
hesitates. "I wanted to keep you to myself," he says. At least it was the truth.
blinks and flushes a bit from that, thinking of it a different way. "...O-oohh..."
smiles wryly, and looks out the glass wall. "Though, I suppose using past tense for that would be... mildly inaccurate."
felt his eyes go wide open at this and blinked a couple of times. "W-what?"
England
is
too embarrassed to look at him. "I've been trying to hold on to you for as long as I could, haven't I? From the Great Rapprochement on..._
and even during your civil war. I suppose that was pathetic, on my part."
blinks a bit at this. "But during my civil war, you were siding with the South!! You didn't even believe in me then! Saying stuff about me
behind my back!"
frowns, looking away. "...That was the side of you that was willing to accept me. That's all."
shakes his head violently. "But you weren't siding with the right me!! They were for slavery! You know I just can't see justice in that!!"
frowns. "It wasn't entirely my choice! My people needed cotton, and I--" he pauses, biting his lip, "...I was fine, deluding myself."
frowns along with him. "Let's just not talk about this, Artie..." He sighs heavily. That time for him was just too much and he'd rather not
go into too much details about it again.
nods stiffly, uncomfortable with how much he'd already exposed. He was fine with keeping old demons hidden, rather than dealing with them.
"...Do... you want me to walk you home?"
shrugs as he stuffs his hands into his pocket. "Sure.. I guess..."
moves to open the door for America, always the gentleman. "After you, then."
nods while still having a frown on his face. That talk sure did it to him. "Thanks..."
nods, exiting the parlour after him. But, he finds that he can't get just keep it buried, again. "...Are you still angry, because I
helped the wrong... you?"
looks back at him and tries to stop himself from shouting. "Didn't I say that this talk was over, Artie???"
flinches, looking down. "...I'm not like you, Alfred. These things -bother- me at night; I can't... sleep, unless I confirm."
shakes his head and looks away. "I said I *don't* want to talk about it, Artie... Please!" Gdit he feels himself getting upset over this.
frowns, equally upset. "You could've just said yes, in that case," he replies, voice low, yet thick.
looks at him. "Well even if I say yes, that still doesn't change anything, right? It's all in the past now." He huffs.
pauses, looking away. "...It matters, still. For me."
looks at him and just stares. ".... and why is that??"
doesn't look at him. "It just does. Will you answer?"
now looks away as he walks forward. "Yes..."
smiles bitterly. "..I see," he murmurs, slipping his hands into his pockets as he looks straight ahead. "Thank you."
quietly walks towards by his street, not even glancing back behind the Brit following him. The way he walked, his back was a little
slouched down.
clears his throat. "Well... this ought to be close enough to your house. I'll be going, now. It was... a pleasure, Alfred."
Now he did turn around to look at the Brit with a sullen expression on his face. "Yeah.. sure, Artie... it was fun."
nods, still not looking at him. "I'll take you out for ice cream another time again, if you want." he says, turning around to leave. "Have
a nice day."
nods as he speaks. "Sure, that sounds cool. And I don't moan when I eat ice cream, okay?" He just needed to point that out again. "You too,
Artie.. take care."