2America's POV
I woke up the next morning curled around England. I looked at her, feeling this weird shy feeling suddenly when she snuggled closer to me. What should I do? I need advice from France, I don't know how to act around England! I mean, I know I love her and she kinda has this love hate thing going on with me, but I don't know what to do to take the hate part out! Damn it.
I swallowed nervously, feeling her breathing against my neck. I peeked down to see her muzzle pressed against my neck. This is so weird for her, she's usually not like this... I mean, sure... She IS sleeping but... But that's not the point, dude!
The point IS, she's being all lovey-dovey and being really close to me, and I have NO idea how to react... This would be so much easier if she would have just accepted my help when she was a damsel in distress during World War II! If she had acted the way they do in movies, she would be my she-wolf by now... Why hadn't she just made it simple like that?
It's offical, women are WAY too complicated.
"A-America?" England asked. I looked down to see the sleepy she-wolf staring up at me. I grinned at her.
"'Sup, England? How're you doin'?" I asked. England yawned, pulling herself to a stand.
"Very well, thank you. How about you?" she asked sleepily, still to tired to come up with a mean remark. I grinned at her.
"Awesome, dude. Wanna go hunting? I'm starving, bro!" I howled. England rolled her eyes, looking slightly more awake. Uh-oh, here comes the bitchy she-wolf I'm used to.
"Do I look like a brother to you? Besides, you cut the ties of siblinghood when you became a country, America." she replied. I cocked my head, a little confused.
"Is siblinghood a word?" I asked. England rolled her eyes.
"Of course siblinghood is a word! I don't use fake words, unlike SOME of the people in this room." she snapped. Wow, looks like somebody's grouchy. I smirked at her.
"Did you wake up in the wrong side of America?" I asked sweetly. England growled at me, but I could see the hint of a blush under her fur.
"N-no! Of course not! Shut up, you git!" she snapped. I smirked at her and her adorable embarrassed expression. She glared at the ground. "I let you sleep beside me like you did when you were a pup one time, an you act like this! You should be more...Greatful! You shouldn't be teasing me with it!" England hissed. I laughed. She was so adorable when she was mad!
"Aw, but England! It's too cute when you get all embarrassed and mad!" I insisted. England seemed to blush even more.
"Shut up, git!" she whined, now hiding her face under her paws. I laughed and laid my paw on her back. "Aw, it's okay England! I still love ya!" I teased. England swatted weakly at me, then hid back under her paws and ignored me. I grinned down at the adorable she-wolf.
"C'mon, England! I'm hungry!" I laughed, walking out of her den. I made my way quickly out of the main den and streached. I could smell rain in the air, so I could tell the rain would be here soon. I looked back to see England stomping after me, very obviously still annoyed. I snickered. "Are you going to come fail at hunting?" I asked, knowing how terrible of a hunter she was.
"Shut up, America! I can hunt perfectly!" England snarled. I laughed.
"Sure you can, England, sure you can!" I howled. England huffed.
"Don't sound so sarcastic! I can hunt just as well as any other wolves, or you wouldn't be here! You would have starved as a colony if I was as bad of a hunter as you claim I am!" she snapped. I smirked.
"Well, you can hunt England. Fat old squirrels who are all chewy and gross is the only thing you can catch!" I laughed. England growled and jumped on me. She dug her paws into my throat.
"You take that back, you fat obnoxious git!" she snarled. I laughed even as she choked me, just because she was so adorable. I carefully pushed her paws away from my throat, despite her struggling to continue strangling me.
"Calm down, Iggy! I was just teasin' ya!" I laughed, quickly flipping it so that I was on top of her. She struggled under me for a moment, then stopped with a huff.
"Stupid American..." she mumbled. I laughed quietly at her. She glared at me. "Besides, my name is Alice! It's not Iggy! My name doesn't even sound like 'Iggy!'" she added. I snickered, loving how she hated my nickname for her.
"Aw, c'mon Iggy... You know you like that name!" I laughed. England shook her head, looking away from me.
"I do not! Now get off of me, America." she snapped. I grinned and sat on top of her, making sure not to put my full weight on her. Not that I'm fat! I'm just... Way bigger than England... She's a really little country... "America! Get the bloody hell off of me, you git!" she snarled. I grinned at her.
"Nah, you're really soft! I like sitting on you!" I replied. England struggled under me, growling quietly in annoyance. I grinned down at her. She was so adorable!
England's POV
I walked silently beside America as we made our way silently through the forest. I was comfortable with the silence, but someone just LOVES to listen to himself talk. "So, England, what'cha wanna catch?" he asked. I shrugged.
"I'm not sure, America. I just know that I want something to eat. Maybe a bird or something..." I suggested. America thought for only a moment.
"Nah, that's too small." he dismissed.
"You asked-" I began.
"Do you guys have deer here? That's big enough to feed us, and it sounds good!" America howled. I looked up at his big grin and wagging tail, and sighed. Fine America, have it your way. That's what you seem to be used to anyway.
"Yes, we have deer in the UK. We can get that then..." I muttered, still a little annoyed at America for asking what I wanted if he was just going to choose our meal for us anyway. America grinned and bounded off.
"Awesome! C'mon!" he laughed, already quite a bit ahead of me. I quickly followed the larger country.
America's POV
England followed me silently as we came up on a herd of deer. Well, they aren't white-tailed like I'm used to but hey, deer is deer! England looked at me. "Do you even know how to catch deer?" she asked, sounding unsure despite her attempts to look confident. She very obviously had never caught a deer before, and didn't have the slightest clue on HOW to. I grinned at her.
"Don't worry, all you have to do is follow my lead!" I laughed. England nodded, but didn't look so happy about it. I grinned at her. "Aw, don't look so worried Iggy! This is going to be the most awesome thing ever!" I insisted. England sighed, shaking her head.
"If you say so, America..." she mumbled, walking past me. I grinned as I nudged her toward a good place.
"You wait here, England. I'll howl for you when I'm ready!" I howled. England shook her head, sighing.
"Yes, yes, let's just get this over with!" she snapped.
"You're so cute when you're angry!" I laughed, licking her ear. England growled at me in annoyance.
"How dare you lick me! I am not your mate or your sister or anything, you can't just-just do that to me!" she snarled, her claws digging into the ground. I grinned teasingly at her.
"Bring it on, babe! I'm not scared of a little British wolfie named Iggy!" I laughed. England growled and pounced at me, but I quickly leaped out of the way. "It'll take more than that to get the hero off his paws!" I teased. England shook her head, glaring at me.
"That is it! I am through with you, America! I will not put up with you anymore, I am tired of being your babysitter!" she snapped, turning away from me. "Now, go back to America! We don't need any hellions like yourself here!" she added before stalking away from me.
I watched her go silently, feeling bad. I shouldn't have been so...Teasing and stuff. I know England's not very good at taking jokes like that, and now I went and made her mad at me. Then again, when is she NOT mad at me? Whatever...She's mad at me again, and I need to find a way to make her forgive me.
Siblinghood - The state of being a sibling. Yes, I actually looked the word up. X3
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