After they arrived at England's house they tried chatting a bit in the living room. England with his chalkboard and America talking. It worked pretty well, but it was still weird because the only things that could be heard in the whole house were an old clock, America's booming voice and the chalk's sound on the board.
'I'll make some tea. Do you want anything to drink?' England showed the blackboard to America. He shook his head and asked if he could turn on the TV.
'Yes please.. make yourself feel like you're home.' England smiled and put the chalkboard on the coffee table and left. He made one of his favourite type of teas.
Since England's 'little' accident, the doctor recommended him to eat soft food. So he was kinda banned from his scones which went very good with the tea.
Meanwhile in the living room
It took a few good minutes for America to find the god damn TV remote. After he found it, he turned the TV on and sat back and relaxed on the old couch. The telly had all kinds of channels. English, American, German, French.. Spanish, etc. So our little american made himself comfortable and watched comedy central. He still had a ton of questions prepared for the brit. But he choosed to try to keep them for himself or at least not to ask all of them at once, so the brit would feel uncomfortable.
England's POV
After I finished making myself the cup of tea, I went back in the living room and saw that America was asleep. I put my tea cup on the dining table and walked upstairs to change myself in more comfortable clothes. I came back down after about 3 minutes in a pink baggy long sleeve shirt and grey long jogging pants. I also came with a fluffy blanket and a U formed pillow that I use for long rides or flights so my head won't be in a uncomfortable position. I put the pillow around his neck and cover him with the soft blanket. I took my cup and sat next to him, drinking my tea, which was still warm and I started watching whatever was on...comedy central.
After I've finished my tea I noticed that I forgot to take his glasses off so I put my tea cup down and took them off. Carefully placing them on the coffee table next to my blackboard and went to the kitchen with my cup. I looked to the clock. 19:49 PM.. 'it's getting late..' I thought as I put the tea cup in the sink and washed it, then turned the lights off in the kitchen. I walked back into the living room and seen my crush still sleeping as peaceful as a little baby. I smiled to myself and walked over to him, giving him a quick peck on his cheek and wrote 'Good night.' on the chalkboard. Then I turned the lights and the TV off. I walked upstairs to my room and closed the door. I couldn't help myself but blush or smile when I thought that I pecked his cheek. Feeling kind of good that I did that I jumped into my bed and rolled on it, hugging my pillow like a teenage girl.
After I calmed myself I stood up and looked over at the clock that was on my nightstand. 21:03 PM. I pulled the covers to the side, then put on my pajamas which were a pair of black shorts that had 'Prince' written on the butt and a white T-shirt with a colourful and fancy writing that said 'I'm daddy's little pince' in the front. For some reason that I don't know, I loved that pajama. And I do not give a frick about what people say about me wearing these types of clothes in my own house.
I laid down and pulled the covers over myself. I smiled as I cuddled my teddy bear before I fell asleep in a few minutes.
