.APH. A World Cup Tie - USxUK

"ENGLAND!!! Open up your door!!" America yelled as he pounded energetically on the nation's poor, beaten-up door. The first time he heard he was going against his old caretaker in the World Cup, he jumped into his private plane and flew over to the island nation.

England tried to ignore the pleas from the younger nation, as he sat and sipped a cup of tea. He knew about the World Cup, and why America was on his door step.

As if he would wish me luck. That twit doesn't even know what real football is.

"I'll give you five seconds to open your door or I'm tearing it down!"

The pounding continued and the complaints from outside of the door rose in volume, giving the older nation an irritating headache. It annoyed him so much, that England set down his tea and walked to the door.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

England walked briskly towards the door before the American could knock down his door. With a frown upon his face, the lighter blond opened the door. America stopped his countdown, scratched the back of his head, and smiled his goofy grin at the upset Englishman.

"You finally opened your door, old man." the American chuckled.

The older nation's face scowled at the comment. "You bloody git, I am not old." England walked out of the way, letting the younger nation into the house. "Now what is it that you need from me? Don't tell me it has to do with the World Cup, Alfred"

America plopped down on the Briton's couch and grinned at his old caretaker. "It does have to do with the World Cup! I wanted to watch the game with you!"

"You won't take no for an answer, will you?" England sighed.

"Hell no!"

Given up, England walked to the table to retrieve his now cold cup of tea. He walked to the seat across from the couch and sat down. "Well, we have an hour or so until the game starts."

"Yeah, I know but I wanted to spend some time with you Artie!" the dirty blonde chuckled at the island nation's surprised face. "If you like it or not"

England's face reddened at his comment and fiddled with his fingers.  Secretly, the island nation loved his old colony and he was too stubborn to admit it. He has known about the other man's feelings for such a long time, but as time went by it was harder to cover up his feelings.

For the remaining time till game play, England sat and drank his tea while he was being annoyed by the American's random outbursts. He'd either strum his fingers across the surface of his cell phone or get up and move around in his kitchen. That caused the Englishman's temper to rise by the end of the hour.

"Bloody hell, Alfred! Sit down and stop being an annoyance, the game is beginning." The older nation yelled at the nation that was in his kitchen, probably making a mess.

"It's starting?!" the American ran into the living area and flopped down on the sofa with a big bowl of popcorn and a soda. Heck, he didn't even know where he found the soda but he was happy that he had it for the game.

England sighed at his idiotic antics and didn't bother asking where he found the popcorn and soda. He grabbed the remote to turn up the volume of the television. The game time consisted of America cheering as loud as he could and mocked the other nation's team, with England sending retorts towards the younger nation when necessary. As the game was to its end, it left both teams at a 1-1 tie leaving a disappointed America and an even upset England.

England was upset, no infuriated, at the result of the game. I was supposed to win! I was not supposed to tie with that idiot!

"That sure was an awesome game, even though neither of us won. What did you think Iggy?" America just laughed silently but received no answer from the man across the room. He had his arms crossed, and was ignoring the other man. No doubt upset from the outcome of the game, causing the other to frown slightly until his mind sparked an idea. His blue eyes sparkled at the thought.

Still ignoring the American, England hadn't had a clue of what was going on and he paid no attention to what was going on in the room. Since he wasn't paying attention, he didn't notice that America had gotten up from his seat and situated himself in front of his old caretaker.

America had placed his hand on the other man's chin so he could stare into England's lush, emerald eyes with a grin. Placing his hands on both sides of the Briton's face, he pulled the older nation into a quick but passionate kiss.

"W-what the… you…wanker!" England sputtered in embarrassment as he covered his face with the palms of his hands. The once calm heart sped up in anxiety, deep instead his mind yelled for that moment to repeat itself.

America sighed in defeat, "You really hate me that much Iggy?"

Hearing the disappointing tone to the America, England removed his hands from his face to stare into blue sapphires filled with pain. Guilt built up in his chest for causing pain to his used-to-be colony. The one thing he hated was to be the cause of any pain he gave to the younger nation.

With hell with pride.

Taking a deep breath, England got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around America's muscular waist. Taken by the sudden contact, the younger nation's eyes widened.

"..A-Arthur??" he stuttered out of sheer surprise.

"Just be quiet…" the older mumbled into the other's bomber jacket that smelt just like Alfred would: hamburgers and coffee.  He sighed and loosened his grip to look at the man he once known as his younger brother. His hands moved up to the sides of the American's face, forcing the blue eyed man to stare into emerald beauties. England shook his head and whispered loud enough for the other to hear.

"I never hated you, git. Quite the opposite really, but I was too…stubborn to tell you..."

England pulled America into a chaste kiss, causing the American to wrap his arms around the waist of his now lover. They pulled apart leaving America grinning from each ear. His heart fluttered with happiness since his beloved was his and his alone.

"Oh Iggy! You love me!!" yelled the obnoxious American as he clung onto his lover, causing the smaller male to blush furiously.

"Oh shut up!" England said in embarrassment as he clung onto the familiar bomber jacket. He then smiled into it as he tightened his grip as he whispered those three words:

"I love you, too…"