Summary: What would happen if Mochi!England was angry about being eaten? Who would he blame for this atrocity other than America? You shouldn't have eaten him in the first place America!

A/N: Yup, we all know it would happen. Damn America, if only you hadn't eaten the poor thing and England! How could you? Haha ^^ damn I suck! I should be working on How Unfortunate but hey! I need to get this out there or I'll never stop procrastinating! Enjoy darlings!

Disclaimer: Not mine!

~Cherry~

America sat up, the warm cozy blankets he had been snuggling under falling into his lap. He shivered at the loss of warmth and crawled off the bed to the bathroom. After almost running into the door a few times he finally managed to stumble into the brightly lit room.

Yawning as he walked out after relieving himself he went to look for a late night snack, again.

Searching through the fridge for something he swore he heard something call his name. Standing straight he looked around blindly.

"Hello? England that you?" He called as quiet as an America could be. Which wasn't very quiet if you were wondering.

Everything was silent, creeping him out, as he stood bathed in the bright light from the open fridge door.

Shrugging he went back to his scavenging.

"America…"

He stood again, his spine ramrod straight and baby blue eyes wide. He could feel himself begin to sweat profusely as he listened to the creaky house creak to itself.

After a long moment he shook his head to clear up his current terror.

"Damn house is so creepy at night. Why does England have to live in such an old house?" He grumbled to himself as he grabbed a banana* and tiptoed away from the fridge.

"America…" Something whispered in his ear.

He screamed as he turned to find his attacker, only to find himself all alone in the kitchen.

Laying a hand over his heart currently trying to beat itself to death against his ribcage in hopes to slow it down.

'Oh god, oh god, oh god…' America chanted in his head as he stumbled backwards towards the stairs. His eyes scoured his surroundings looking for the intruder.

He couldn't figure out how someone could hide so quickly or get so close to him without his noticing! What the hell was going on?

Edging closer to the stairs he shivered as the heavy feeling of dread settled in his chest.

"England?" He called, turning to start up the stairs.

"America!"

He shrieked scrambling up the stairs clumsily. Running into the older nations room he jumped on top of him.

England sat up, or at least tried to, only to be held down by a sobbing and hysterical America.

" Git! What the bloody hell? I was trying to sleep!" The Brit snapped glaring at the American.

"E-England! There's a ghost!" The younger sobbed hugging the elder.

'Figures…' England thought to himself. Rolling his apple green eyes he sighed and rubbed the other nation's back soothingly as if he were still a child. Well, at least not an overgrown child.

"America, how many times do I have to tell you that even if there is a ghost, it can't hurt you?" He asked sweetly. He cringed inside when he heard the lad sniffle.

"Lots of times…" Came the reply making him nod happily.

"Exactly, now stop with the tears and go to sleep!" He snapped rolling over attempting to fall asleep once more.

Snuggling against England's back, he took one last quick peek over his shoulder before releasing one last sob and falling asleep as well.

If he hadn't been so hasty he may have seen the familiar apple green eyes glaring at him from the shadows.

~The next morning- come one we got to find out what happens the next morning! ~

"America!" England called from the kitchen.

Said nation looked to the door of his room fearfully. The British nation was trying to make him eat his evil cooking again. It was that or his tea and scones.

"What?" He called back hoping he could get away with that. He winced when he heard the green eyed man's growl seep through the floorboards.

"Don't what me, lad! Get your arse down here!" He knew he wasn't going to escape.

So standing he made his way down to the kitchen as slowly as he could.

Stopping in the doorway he took a look inside the room, taking note of the mess England had made. What was he making anyways?

" Why pray tell, did I find a banana on the stairs?" America almost immediately started laughing when he heard the strange question.

" Haha sorry Iggy! Must have dropped it last night when I was freaking out!" He explained after he managed to calm down enough to breathe, but still chuckling every here and there.

" Uh-huh. Okay, fine. Look what I what else I found this morning." The shorter man held out a small white ball, a small white ball with green eyes and eyebrow that is.

"Whoa! It's Mochi you Iggy! I though I ate him!" America scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He feared the consequences of bringing up that incident again.

"Yes, well he's back. Don't eat him this time or I swear America, I will beat you senseless!" England glared at him, his eyes burning with the promise of mutilation and death.

America laughed. "Fine! I won't, I promise!"

Setting the mochi-creature on the flour-covered counter, the older nation smiled sweetly. "Good, now let's have some tea shall we?"

"Can I have coffee England?"

"Fine, Git!"

The mochi watched them quietly; it's apple green eyes burning holes in America's back. It wasn't done with the American just yet.

~ End (Or is it?) ~

A/N: Seriously though, is it the end yet? I don't even know! Sorry that this isn't How Unfortunate, but I am working on it (even if my sucktastic skills makes the story stink). So yeah it's the same stuff as always whoever reads this. Review if you want I don't really care, and maybe give me some ideas or inspiration or tell me if I made a mistake somewhere? Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.