England glanced over at Japan for the at least ninetieth time. He couldn't help it. He had a giant crush on his good friend, he couldn't help but just stare at his shiny black hair, calm and beautiful amber eyes, and calm smile as he, albeit sleepily, paid attention to the speech being presented.
The meeting was in France, a world away from Japan's beautiful home, all isolated on an island, much like England himself.
But back on the subject, his friend had a severe case of jet lag.
England saw, and couldn't help but think of how adorable his long-time crush looked, with his eyes drooping closed and his lips calm before he was awake again with an, also cute, little jerk.
Trailing off into his own world, England thought of Japan and Japan only. How sweet he looked when he smiled softly at him in appreciation and admiration. How much England wanted to shove him up against a wall and kiss him feverishly when he looked away shyly because of a little 'mistake' he made. How heartbroken it made England to see his small petite friend upset, and how outraged England could get when a nation tried to upset him.
Of course, it had to remain locked up inside, as Japan hadn't a clue of his crush on him.
England continued to stare at him dreamily, and France took one look, followed his gaze, and understood. Smirking, he whispered something to Hungary on his right, who nearly squealed.
"We've cases enough chaos, let us bask in it. Meeting dismissed."He said dramatically, flipping his long hair as he sauntered out with Hungary at his side, whispering something about a camera.
"Bloody frog..."England glared at him, and went back to stare at his crush, just to be faced with a sight that made blood rush from his nose.
Japan had fallen asleep, with his head nestled in his arms like a nest, his eyes closed and his oh-so kissable mouth in a little 'o'.
He smiled softly as he walked over to him. (after he cleaned up his nosebleed, that is.)
He looked over towards the other Axis.
Germany was piggybacking a sleeping Italy, smiling softly at the cheerful nation.
Noticing England, the German blushed furiously in utter embarrassment and dropped his soft smile that seemed to be reserved for the Italian only.
"Could you wake him and bring him to his hotel room for me? I... have my arms full... quite literally."He offered sheepishly, gesturing to Italy at the last part. The brunette let out a soft 've' in his sleep, making the blond carrying him suppress another soft smile.
"O-of course." England said, blushing at the thought. Germany smiled thankfully and walked out the room, his best friend still comfortably napping on his back.
Now stuck alone with Japan, England sighed. He didn't have it in him to wake him, he looked so peaceful!
England then bent down and, as gently as he could without waking him, scooped him up in his arms.
"Mm... England-san..."The Asian hummed, and England froze, afraid he'd woke him, but Japan was still napping.
He started to carry him out of the room, and Japan simply snuggled into his shoulder oh-so-sweetly.
England blushed like a madman and sighed. He kissed his forehead.
"I love you."He sighed, knowing that Japan couldn't hear him. It was fine by him that Japan didn't know. As long as Japan was happy and safe, it was all okay by him.