The UAE and the USA

UAE was already falling asleep in Americas arms. He pushed his face in to Americas chest. He murmured softly. "Can we please just sleep on the couch?" He asked softly. Loving to he carried and wished America carried his everywhere. He twisted inside his sweater. He warped his arms around Americas chest. He felt the soft cloth of his sweater touching his bare chest and skin, not having a shirt on.

America raised an eyebrow, "The couch?' he asked, he thought the smaller nation's sleepy face was absolutely adorable and smiled and said, "Sure." walking over to the couch and laid down, laying UAE on top of him wrapping his arms around him.

UAE smiled softly every thing still hurting, he could feel the slight hair on America, and suddnly felt a bit odd. He was what only 15? America looked about 19. He pushed his face in to his sweater and Americas chest. He loved somone that was 4 years older, that was normal-ish right? Normal enough? He loved America holding him, and he wished he could just stay there forever. He went to sleep again, plaining to be kicked off again.

Because the couch was a such a close and tight space, he didn't move so much, but his long limbs laid on the floor as he snored and held UAE with one hand. He smiled as UAE acted as his blanket when he slept. He was content as everything seemed to turn out well. He had the person he had secretly or not so secretly admired and loved sleeping in his arms. He didn't move some much knowing that UAE would defiantly fall off. He woke up and made a small noise when the suns ray hit his eyes and shifted a bit.

UEA just pushed his hood on and his head in to Americas neck, blocking out most of the snoring. He sleep with out a sound and occasionally curled closer to America. He smiled though, giggling in his sleep and dreaming about his home, and the ocean. He still was alseep chest moving up and donw slowly and calmly.

America groggily woke up and noticed some that the extra weight on his chest and looked to see the middle eastern in a peaceful slumber and he smiled a bit. He played with a strand of UAE's dark hair and smiled at how peacefully cute he looked. He continued to admire the boy and didn't want to wake him up.

UAE moved his eyes open, and rolled over. Alling on to the floor with a thud. "A.h.g...." He said softly, getting up and resting back on the couch with America. "Hello, Alfred" He said with a smile. He rested back on America, pulling his hood off of him and loving the felling of the cloth on his skin.

America greeted him with a hundred watt smile, "Morning you feeling better." referring to falling down the stairs. He hoped he was, he didn't want the younger nation to be hurt. He thought that this was a strange turn of events.

UAE smiled back at him. He collapsed back in to Americas chest. Sighing and said "Im felling sore still..." He blushed in to Americas chest. "You were not so soft with me yesterday" He said turning the color of blood. He looked back up at America when the blush went away. He smiled slightly. "Im fine, did you sleep well, america?" He asked sweetly. He warped his arms around Americas chest. He sighed again and he kissed him slightly, blushing away after he kissed America.

America smiled and chuckled a bit and said, "Yeah, I'm sorry." and leaned down to kiss him. He loved when the other blushed, he turned the most beautiful shade of red and pink. He continued to smile at him and said, "Yeah, I slept pretty good." he didn't know how much cuter the smaller nation could get until he kissed him and he was surprised by it and blushed slightly smiling, "Where'd that come from?' he asked.

UAE, suddenly blushed even more. He really didnt know how to awser Americas question. He got up, only waring his sweater and UAE flag boxers and pushed up and off of America. He stood up and walked in to the kitchen. He continued walking. He saw a coffee maker on the counter and got an idea. He started making coffee, mixing the grounds with spices than he had found on one of the drawers. He smield, he loved cooking, but only knew how to make a few things. He had always been told that when he was a kid he would mix and mitch random things e found, making them better. He smield and started making foods. Eggs and bread, grinning the enitre time. He eventually fingered out Americas kitchen, knowing where things where and what they tasted like if he had never seen them. He found new things and eveutaly found plates, which he set out and set food on. He smield at the food he made and sighed, still being tirde after not spelling and falling down stairs last night. He blushed a bit at the food, he would cook for anyone and everyone, but America might see it as romantic, he still knew almost nothing about American culter, even having to visit him to talk about bissness and oil

America couldn't help but watch the teen as he walked into the kitchen deciding to follow him when his phone rang. It was his boss. He answered and he asked how it went with the UAE, and couldn't help but smile and said, that it went very well. America's boss had asked about the paper work he was to do, and America groaned and whined about it, his boss threatened to take his video games away and America sulked and said he would get it down. He hung up with a sigh, he glanced into the kitchen and watched as UAE worked in the kitchen and smiled, thinking that he looked cute looking around in the cabinets. He went upstairs and got a few files and a pen and sat down on the couch doing paper work, which he dreaded, as he smelled an aroma in the air and he smiled, he was cooking. America could cook, somewhat, although he preferred to buy food that was already made. He sat on the couch chewing the cap of his pen as he read over the paper work, taking glances into the kitchen every once in a while.

UAE grinned at the food all ready to eat. He walked in to the room America was in and instantly turned a dark and blood colored red. He grabbed the ends of his sweater and pulled them down, over his boxers. He and America were...what was the right word...crushes? He didnt know, but still being in his boxers turned him red. He looked at America sitting with the paperwork. He turned even redder. "I..I made you breakfast.." He said with a crooked smile. He pushed a cloth covered hand down his face and looked back up, smiling and still red. "You should eat, it is not good to work and be hungry." He said softly. He blushed and looked around for his cargo shorts, witch were still tossed somewhere in the room. He ran over to them and pulled them on, felling better when he was fully clothed and almost 100% covered. He walked back in to the kitchan, grabbing Americas hand and (trying to) pull him with him.

America continued to smell the food as he did paperwork and his stomach growled. He was only wearing boxers, but he would shower and change later after breakfast or something he saw the teen come into the room out of the corner of his eye and hiding his smile as he walked in. He was told that he made him breakfast and he looked up from his paperwork and over to him and smiled, "Really? Dude. that's awesome!" God he as hungry and the smell was just an extra push. He laughed at his concern and said, "Alright mom." he teased, he got up and left his paperwork and pen on the couch and was pulled into the kitchen.

UAE really didn't know what to say to that. He let go of his hand and jumped in to his seat and looking at all the food he had made. He took a long, breathless drink of the coffie he had made and set the mug down. He sighed and started at the food, eating bread and other varoiuse foods he had made. He smiled iwht his mouth full. He swallowed and grinnned, the food came out better than he expected! He continued eating. He could only eat 1 hamburger,, but could eat his own food all day. He only a few seconds later looked up at America, blushing a bit. "Is the food ok, America?" He asked quietly. He wondered what the paper work was about, but brushed it off a second later. He continued eating, blushing and smiling. It was a bit odd to him that America ate in so few cloths. At his home, it was horrifically rude to do such a thing. But he was no longer at his home. He glanced up at America. His eyes still could melt him like wax. He shook and turned pink when he spoke. "I....w...you....H..." He couldnt get any words out, he hoped america had not heard him, and didnt risk anything by saying. "nvermind"

America smiled at his eagerness to bring him into the kitchen and his eyes widen when he saw the food, there was so much of it. He sat down and saw the boy go for the coffee and he went to serve himself, he ate a forkful of food and swallowed and said, "Dude, this food is totally awesome!" he had the same tastebuds as England, on better and he thought everything was good, except for England's cooking, "Man, this is so much better than England's cooking!" he sipped some of the coffee, the paper work was mostly trade and he was thinking of making UAE an American territory, the people would probably rebel at first, but what makes people happier than money, he smiled at the thought, he liked money too, it bought food video games and other important things. He heard the boy trying to say something and laughed a bit and said, "What's up, come on, spit it out?" wanting to know.

UAE froze. damn it, he heard me... He though, he jumped back to a different topic. "I tasted England's food once and I had to eat sugar to get the taste out of my mouth." He giggled slightly. dont ask me again, dont ask me again he silently begged. He kept eating, loving his own food. He looked back up at America, being to shy to say anything else. He finished his food having stuffed himself. He smiled down at his sweater. He turned the sleeve over and found a small hole was starting to form in the fabric. Most of his brothers had to ware the thick and unattractive clothing because of there religion. He didnt care as much about religion. but the think clothing was good for keeping the sun out, and the cool in. He sighed a happy sigh.

America choked on his food as he laughed, he had to hit his chest to get the food loose and swallowed it as he panted and continued to laughed and said, "Oh man, yeah his cooking sucks big time, that guy has no sense of taste!" he hadn't laughed like that in a while, sure he laughed, but they weren't really really, just something he did to brighten up the mood, but he remember his brother Canada wanting to tell him something but he was too afraid, the scene looked all too familiar, "But seriously dude, what'd you wanna tell me?" giving him a quizzical look.

nononononononono he said, turning white and panicking a bit. He looked down, trying to not let America see his face. He sighed, still not looking up. "I...I was wondering..." He said blushing like mad. think of something,NOW he scram it himself. He looked up and smiled. "I was w..wondering if..you w..would like to visit m..my home.?" He said shaking and not panicking as much. He tried not to sound like he was not telling him something. He was pretty good at not telling the truth, but really used the skill. He got up, carring empty plates off food with him. "I..I can make more if you are still hungry?" He said, asking the question. He turned his back to America.

America continued to smile at him as he stuttered and tripped over his words, he raised an eyebrow at what he was wondering, "yeah?" he asked and then he was invited to visit his home and he smiled and said, "What?! Really?! You serious?!" he was excited, he wasn't allowed to go the middle east(boss's orders) and he wanted to see what it was like,"Yeah, totally!" and went over and said, "Nah, I'm good, that food was awesome." he went over and kissed him on the lips.

UAE walked over to the table to gather America plates. He was coucht by the kiss, but didnt mind it as much as he would have. He smiled slightly. He was going to host a trip now. He cleaned the kitchen and looked at America. He knew that most of his famly hated America with a fire, but he was safe, none of them would hurt him, on purpose. He kissed America back though. He smiled, or tried to. "It will be fun, my home is vary pretty and has lots of things to do." He said, he loved his home and wound usually be jumping up and down and getting to show someone his home, but America was important, his toughs literally meant life or death for him.

America said, "When are we leaving?" as he pulled away from the kiss, he was more than excited, he said, "I need to finish some paperwork, thanks for the food!" and gave him another kiss and said, "You can leave the stuff there or something." he didn't usually wash dishes since he bought all his food and they came in wrappers, no need for plates, he had a dish washer and he asked, "You knoow how to use it right?' he smiled at him.l

He smiles somewhat. "I lived alone for the past few years, I know how to work a dishwasher" He giggled and went to work, loading all the dishes and starting the washer. He turned back to America, but didn't go in to the room with him. He blushed at the kiss. No one ever had done stuff to him like that, it was a odd thing, but he didnt mind. He would have to get a new sweater soon, he was not only trashing his old one, but growing in to it. He oculd no longer hide in the hood or arms as well as he could. He reminded to get a new one soon and than turened back and walked in to room with America. Looking over to room and felling pourd over the good tasting meal he made

America had walked back into the living room to finish paper work, he grinned as he saw the title "American Colonization of the United Arab Emirates" he read it quietly to himself and reviewed over the plan, they would deal with the politics send some soldiers, build some home for American citizens, bam! Some profit. He crossed his legs as he sighed off on the document, next was his boss's approval. The food was defiantly good, he wondered what other food he would eat over there, well it didn't matter so much, he was going to inspect the place he might own, which means that UAE will be living with him.

UAE looked at America "We should leave now?" He asked him, looking up from under his long hair. He shifted and he started walking out. He had not planed on spending teh night with America, so he left all of his stuff at his home. He sighed and started out teh door, taking a second to let America catch up. He smield at him and looked down at his feet. "My home is vary diffrent from yours, it will prorobly seem a bot odd to you, Alfred" He felt somthing hit him when he used Americas human name.