[At first England doesn't notice that America's eyes are lingering on him from just a few metres away, happy to continue his cooking. The food is just about done (very, very well done, not that England seems to realise), and he's begun humming softly to himself again. It's only as he is plating up what is supposed to be Shepherd's Pie that he notices America watching him closely nearby.
His humming halts and he once again turns to glare at America, suddenly quite self concious, his cheeks turning a little pink.]
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His humming halts and he once again turns to glare at America, suddenly quite self concious, his cheeks turning a little pink.]
What? What are you staring at?