“I don’t need you,” England said with great conviction, even as he held fast to America’s waist.
“Okay,” America replied, casually sipping at his drink. He kept walking, England’s weight dragging behind him hardly a hindrance.
“I don’t need or want you to hold me or kiss me,” England said, his hands beginning to slip as he continued to cling to America.
“…why are you groping my crotch?”
“I don’t want you to fuck me against a wall or anything. Don’t get any strange ideas, you fool.”
AND THEN LATER—
“I still don’t need you.”
America merely took another bite of his popcorn and adjusted his position on the couch, allowing for maximum comfort with England still clinging to his back.
