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"He's late…" London muttered to himself, reading a brand new spell book with a pair of silver glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. The young Brit had invited Washington D.C. over to spend the night since it had been awhile since they last did. However, the American was quite forgetful at times. London read and read and read until a knock sounded from the door. The British capital set his book aside and took off the glasses. "It's about bloody time…" Despite feeling a vein pop coming on, London shook it off and answered the door. "It's about time you got here, W-" A blur rushed towards London, tackling him to the ground. Shocked, the blonde teen stared at what the blur was. Messy, dark blonde hair. Bright brown eyes. It was no mistake. It was W.D.C. who had tackled London to the floor.
"Hey, London~" W.D.C. said happily, grinning at the said Brit. London blushed and pushed W.D.C. off, sitting up.
"What the bloody heck?! Why did you freaking tackle me?!" London questioned, the blush still burning his face. The American chuckled a bit before hugging London, nuzzling London as well.
"Is it that bad that I wanted to see you?~" the dark blonde asked back, his words slightly slurred. London picked up this detail in his friend's voice and pulled him off, looking at him more closely. A faint blush tinted the teen's cheeks and an unfocused, unaware look filled his eyes. Immediately, the answer came to London. His best friend was drunk.
"W-Were you drinking?! A-And if you were, who took you out to go drink?!" London questioned again as he quickly stood and slowly backed up from W.D.C. London knew quite well how bad alcohol could influence people, especially with England. He never knew how bad it was for W.D.C. but he didn't want to know. The American capital stared at London for a bit before chuckling (or giggling) at him.
"I wasn't drinking~ Paris just gave me some dinner to eat since I wouldn't have been able to eat here in time~" he answered. London mentally facepalmed at this. He knew that W.D.C. pretty much hated Paris but food seemed to come first at times (he couldn't blame W.D.C. this time, though. England was the one who cooked so it was probably better that W.D.C. didn't come for dinner).
"That frog face junior drugged his food…" London thought before sighing. There was nothing else he could do about it so he had to let it go. "Well, it's late. We should get some rest." London stood up and began pulling/dragging W.D.C. upstairs and to his room. In these kind of times, London wished he wasn't the only one with W.D.C. As the Brit entered his room, he was soon tackled down again. "Stop that!" The shorter blonde pushed W.D.C. off and sat back up. He was getting quite tired of this.
"But I don't want to go to sleep~ I want to stay up~" W.D.C. said, giving London a strange yet affectionate look. London couldn't help but be confused and annoyed. It was one in the morning. W.D.C. was drunk. The best and easiest option was SLEEP.
"We're going to sleep. NOW," London ordered, standing back up and dragging W.D.C. over to the guest bed set up in London's room. The bed was usually set up when W.D.C. and Tokyo stayed over and the guest room was taken over when only W.D.C. stayed over but England didn't get enough time to clean it up before he left.
"No~ you can't make me~" the taller blonde responded, trying to prevent himself from being dragged. The tug of war between the two capitals continued before London eventually gave up on moving him. W.D.C. began to chuckle, making London look at him strangely. "I'll go to sleep~ on one condition~" W.D.C. slowly began to rise to feet, grinning at London.
"And that is…?" London didn't like where this was going but he didn't have much of a choice at this point.
"Kiss me~"* W.D.C. offered. The Brit's face lit up red like a stop light. London knew W.D.C. wasn't a straight arrow but KISS him?! He was surely crazy.
"N-NO! NO BLOODY WAY!" London yelled as he backed up. He was NOT going to kiss his best friend!
"Either kiss me or listen to me be up all night~" the American replied, taking a step closer toward the Brit. London knew how weird W.D.C. could get but he still didn't like the kissing idea. Then again, he didn't have much of a choice.
"F-Fine…" London quickly went in for the kiss. As soon as he was about to pull back, W.D.C. pull him back in. London's face grew redder as he tried to get out of his best friend's grip. It was useless. W.D.C. had an iron grip in him. After what seemed like forever, W.D.C.'s grip began to weaken, and eventually, he collapsed. London, despite being freaked out by the whole thing, catches W.D.C. and sighed with the blush was still ever present across his face. The exhaustion must had caught up to W.D.C. "Time for you to go to bed…" It was time for both them to get some rest.
"Hey, London~" W.D.C. said happily, grinning at the said Brit. London blushed and pushed W.D.C. off, sitting up.
"What the bloody heck?! Why did you freaking tackle me?!" London questioned, the blush still burning his face. The American chuckled a bit before hugging London, nuzzling London as well.
"Is it that bad that I wanted to see you?~" the dark blonde asked back, his words slightly slurred. London picked up this detail in his friend's voice and pulled him off, looking at him more closely. A faint blush tinted the teen's cheeks and an unfocused, unaware look filled his eyes. Immediately, the answer came to London. His best friend was drunk.
"W-Were you drinking?! A-And if you were, who took you out to go drink?!" London questioned again as he quickly stood and slowly backed up from W.D.C. London knew quite well how bad alcohol could influence people, especially with England. He never knew how bad it was for W.D.C. but he didn't want to know. The American capital stared at London for a bit before chuckling (or giggling) at him.
"I wasn't drinking~ Paris just gave me some dinner to eat since I wouldn't have been able to eat here in time~" he answered. London mentally facepalmed at this. He knew that W.D.C. pretty much hated Paris but food seemed to come first at times (he couldn't blame W.D.C. this time, though. England was the one who cooked so it was probably better that W.D.C. didn't come for dinner).
"That frog face junior drugged his food…" London thought before sighing. There was nothing else he could do about it so he had to let it go. "Well, it's late. We should get some rest." London stood up and began pulling/dragging W.D.C. upstairs and to his room. In these kind of times, London wished he wasn't the only one with W.D.C. As the Brit entered his room, he was soon tackled down again. "Stop that!" The shorter blonde pushed W.D.C. off and sat back up. He was getting quite tired of this.
"But I don't want to go to sleep~ I want to stay up~" W.D.C. said, giving London a strange yet affectionate look. London couldn't help but be confused and annoyed. It was one in the morning. W.D.C. was drunk. The best and easiest option was SLEEP.
"We're going to sleep. NOW," London ordered, standing back up and dragging W.D.C. over to the guest bed set up in London's room. The bed was usually set up when W.D.C. and Tokyo stayed over and the guest room was taken over when only W.D.C. stayed over but England didn't get enough time to clean it up before he left.
"No~ you can't make me~" the taller blonde responded, trying to prevent himself from being dragged. The tug of war between the two capitals continued before London eventually gave up on moving him. W.D.C. began to chuckle, making London look at him strangely. "I'll go to sleep~ on one condition~" W.D.C. slowly began to rise to feet, grinning at London.
"And that is…?" London didn't like where this was going but he didn't have much of a choice at this point.
"Kiss me~"* W.D.C. offered. The Brit's face lit up red like a stop light. London knew W.D.C. wasn't a straight arrow but KISS him?! He was surely crazy.
"N-NO! NO BLOODY WAY!" London yelled as he backed up. He was NOT going to kiss his best friend!
"Either kiss me or listen to me be up all night~" the American replied, taking a step closer toward the Brit. London knew how weird W.D.C. could get but he still didn't like the kissing idea. Then again, he didn't have much of a choice.
"F-Fine…" London quickly went in for the kiss. As soon as he was about to pull back, W.D.C. pull him back in. London's face grew redder as he tried to get out of his best friend's grip. It was useless. W.D.C. had an iron grip in him. After what seemed like forever, W.D.C.'s grip began to weaken, and eventually, he collapsed. London, despite being freaked out by the whole thing, catches W.D.C. and sighed with the blush was still ever present across his face. The exhaustion must had caught up to W.D.C. "Time for you to go to bed…" It was time for both them to get some rest.
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Epilogue
England walked through the door. He had a late night meeting so he couldn't stay at home. Home was good. When he and London weren't yelling at each other. "London, I'm back. Did you and W.D.C. have a nice ni-" England averted his attention to W.D.C. who was lying on the couch, holding his head and then to London who had a faint blush painted on his cheeks.
"Don't. Ask."
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Alright so there we have the first Capitalia- RELATED one-shot. My friend told me to do this. I honestly couldn't think of a better name for this but oh well. I'll change it later if I get something better.
Please comment. I want to know if I'm doing a good job or not
England walked through the door. He had a late night meeting so he couldn't stay at home. Home was good. When he and London weren't yelling at each other. "London, I'm back. Did you and W.D.C. have a nice ni-" England averted his attention to W.D.C. who was lying on the couch, holding his head and then to London who had a faint blush painted on his cheeks.
"Don't. Ask."
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Alright so there we have the first Capitalia- RELATED one-shot. My friend told me to do this. I honestly couldn't think of a better name for this but oh well. I'll change it later if I get something better.
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