A/N: Helloooo readers! this is my first attempt at a fanfiction so if it sucks then my bad but don't be a bully about it I'm really trying! and if you like it but think I could do better please tell me 'cause I'd loooove to get comments and constructive criticism is encouraged(Notice that I underlined constructive so if you're just trying to be mean then but out and don't read my story)! Enjoy!
Ps: Even though I wish I did I do not own Hetalia. :(
"Eeeenglaaand? Heeeey Eeeeengland wake up!" America whined jumping on the sleeping brits bed trying to jostle him awake but to no avail. "England wake up already! Come on! ...Arthur?" America ventured using Englands human name seeing if that would startle him into waking up, the brit just turned over grumbling stubbornly in his sleep.
America sat back on the bed with an irritated huff thinking of the best way to wake England up. "Hey Brittain! Brittaaaaaiiin!..." then America's face broke into a mischievous grin and he shifted so that his face was right next to Englands then, ignoring the urge to try and kiss him awake since that wouldn't get the reaction he wanted at the moment... maybe later [A/N: wink, wink. nudge, nudge. ; )], he took a deep breath and shouted "...BRITTANY!"
America was then thrown of the bed as England sat up sharply shouting "AMERICA YOU GIT I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT! JUST BECAUSE ITALY WAS DRUNK AND ACCIDENTALLY CALLED ME THAT GIVES YOU NO RIGHT TO TURN IT INTO BLOODY A HABIT!" The fuming brit then looked down at America and scowled when he saw him sitting against the wall laughing as he rubbed the back of his head and winced a stupid grin spread across his face. "How else was I supposed to wake you up? If you weren't a country I would have thought you were dead. You always get like that when you drink too much or if, as you would say 'The bloody fairies kept me up'." America said rolling his eyes in disbelief. "It does happen...last night they wouldn't stop bothering me because of the scary movie you made us watch last night…" England grumbled half to himself.
"Fairies my ass!" America exclaimed then looked down muttering unintelligibly. England looked down at America in surprise "What did you say?" he asked not quite sure if he should be mad or worried. "...nothing just forget it…" America grumbled. England stood in front of America getting a little irritated "America if you have something to say just say it! And stop that mumbling, I can't understand a word you say." America looked up at England frowning, eyes colored with irritation and the slightest bit of hurt then said in a clear voice ringing with irritation "I just find it funny that i can't tease you with funny nicknames and such but whenever France does it you get mad but then forget about it." Then America looked down again and started mumbling again but this time just loud enough for England to hear "and it makes me think that if fairies don't exist, even though you say they do, then what... or who could possibly be keeping you up all night when I'm not here... It makes me wonder about your loyalty in this relationship... I mean its happened before..." He said, slowly looking up at England.
England looked away from America for a second thinking about what "it" was then looked at America and kneeled down in front of him and turned his face so that he had to look at him then said "America when that happened I was drunk and angry and extremely stupid and I swear as I did then it will never happen again" as England was looking at Americas face he saw a flicker of something but before he could identify what it was America quickly looked away. England was confused at first but his confusion quickly turned to concern when he saw that Americas shoulders were shaking. "...America…? Are you alright?" America only shook harder and England started frantically reassuring him "America I'm not lying to you! Please look at me!" England then angled around America so that he could see his face about to continue apologizing but stopped when he finally got a good look at Americas face.
England was extremely confused, America continued shaking even after England fell silent, he was….laughing!?
America then turned to England and burst out laughing exclaiming "Got ya!" then America sprang to his feet and ran out of the room laughing. England sat there for a moment stunned and trying to comprehend what was happening. Then he too jumped to his feet and ran from the room, but he wasn't laughing, he was pissed. England chased America down the hall shouting obscenities and threats "GET BACK HERE YOU SON OF A-" England shouted rounding a corner, but was abruptly cut off when he nearly ran into the grudge.
A/N: sorry that it ends on such a weird cliffhanger but this is my first time doing this so sorry and I will try to update as soon as possible so you know what the hell is going on. I hope you liked the story! Remember To Always Love The World! By!
