America is glad he knows the basic layout of England's house or it would probably be a lot harder to walk around. Once he gets the basic idea that England is taking him towards his bedroom he knows which way to stumble. It is dark though which makes it more difficult.
After fumbling with the door for a moment the two of them cross the threshold. England dumps America on the bed unceremoniously then walks across the room. He removes his coat and throws it over the side of a chair. His hat goes on the dresser, followed by his flintlock.
Sitting in the chair he removes his boots. And all the while his eyes never leave America. Drunken out of his mind America who can barely sit up, who clumsily removes one boot then forgets the other. Pretty little Alfred.
England stands and walks back towards the bed, looking down at him. America blinks repeatedly, trying to bring him into better focus. "You seem to be a bit uncoordinated Alfred, let me help you."
America waves his hand. "Naahhh, I'm
After fumbling with the door for a moment the two of them cross the threshold. England dumps America on the bed unceremoniously then walks across the room. He removes his coat and throws it over the side of a chair. His hat goes on the dresser, followed by his flintlock.
Sitting in the chair he removes his boots. And all the while his eyes never leave America. Drunken out of his mind America who can barely sit up, who clumsily removes one boot then forgets the other. Pretty little Alfred.
England stands and walks back towards the bed, looking down at him. America blinks repeatedly, trying to bring him into better focus. "You seem to be a bit uncoordinated Alfred, let me help you."
America waves his hand. "Naahhh, I'm
