England loves to shower America with flowers during special occasions or simple dates. Whenever America would pick him up for an evening out (since he is the one who does the asking out more often), England never fails to whip out a fresh bouquet of red roses straight from his garden.

America, who gets flustered every single time, jokes that he should be the one giving England the roses instead (although inside, he feels all giddy and looks forward to it the next time).

Before they got together they kept getting mistaken for a couple in the streets. England would be too surprised to respond right away, and America would instantly go along with it just to pester England, doing all sorts of things. Pulling him close, kissing his cheek, abruptly holding his hand etc. The entire time smirking, snickering, and giggling like a child of course. 

Though one time when America went along with it, England got back at him by groping him, leaving America the shocked one that time as England pulled him on their way with a smirk of his own.

America has always been a touchy/feel-y sort of guy, hugging friends on first sight, slinging his arms around shoulders, grabbing when scared, even leaning on his better friends. Generally becoming America’s friend earns his sudden disregard for your personal space.

England has always been much more reserved, as per his gentlemanly standard. He enjoys his personal space, and gets annoyed with people who encroach it without his permission. He doesn’t give hugs easily (or much at all). Essentially the usual rule seems to be ‘Don’t touch me unless I touch you first’. So usually when touchier countries (Spain, France, etc) sling an arm over his shoulders (or what have you), he’ll politely shrug them off if he can. If they insist, he’ll back off altogether with a glaring look as if to say, “No, this space is mine, thank you very much. Kindly stay out of it.”.

However they seem to be the exception for each other, finding themselves in an odd sort of middle-ground.

In America’s case, he finds himself far more conscious of England’s personal space than anyone else, almost able to trace a literal circle in the air around England’s personal bubble. As such, every time he does go in it and hugs England or lays an arm around his shoulders, it’s far less casual and he does it far less often than with his other friends. He’s just more careful with it, not wanting to feel like he was making England uncomfortable or something…Even if you’ll absolutely never hear him admit it.

On the other hand, England is far more touchy with America than he is with anyone else. To him, it seems to stem back to when America was a colony. He would always pick America up, comfort him, carry him, coddle him, hold his hand as they walked along… It always made little America so happy after all. So it seems to follow that even now after everything, he would still have the urge touch his shoulder to catch his attention, straighten his tie when he’s a mess, be near him as they stand or walk.
Though even to his own surprise, England finds himself resignedly ignoring it the majority of the time when America does venture to hug him excitedly or drapes an arm across his shoulders. He has only ever had the urge to withdraw from America’s touch when he’s been angry at him. Also whenever England does hug America back, America still grins as bright as he did when he was small. England almost can’t help in these times to quirk something like a smile himself, it just far too cute. Though no one will ever hear him admit this either.

America really likes the way England looks in the jacket. He’ll make any excuse to get England to wear it. Fortunately, England is often cold, and he doesn’t mind indulging America.