A/N Just a short little story for my buddy. I don't own Hetalia, so don't try to sue. There's not really that much to warn you about, just some language and a tame gay relationship, in sure you'll survive. But if you think you can't take it, don't read it. R&R! Enjoy!

Britain spun in his office's wheely-chair for the umpteenth time, bored out of his mind. All day, his boss had been forcing him to do paperwork, boring, financial paperwork, and he was getting sick of it! With a sigh, the European country looked out the window. He was met with a depressing and slightly cliché sight: almost every country was outside in the sun, relishing the hot weather and spraying each other with water pistols and such while poor, poor Britain was forced to stay inside and decide whether or not people should have to pay higher taxes on sex toys. Uuuuuuugh! Even Russia had taken off his giant over-coat in favor of swim trunks, though he still wore his beloved scarf.

"Oooooh, why do I always have to be the responsible one? I wanna get out there with everyone else and just shirk the hell out of my responsibilities!" Britain moaned, banging his forehead against his desk dejectedly. It wasn't fair, and the worst part wasn't even having to stay inside on a nice day! No, the worst part was that he would have to stay at work late, and wouldn't get home till his boyfriend was sound asleep. And that motherfucker did not wake up for anything! "Speaking of America, I wonder what he's doing now," the Brit pondered, rubbing his chin. Then, looking around to make sure he wouldn't get caught, Britain pulled out his phone, sending a text to America.

Hello, love. What're you up to?

Britain stowed the phone in between his stomach and lap, pushing out his belly to cover it and hide its loud vibration. As he waited for a reply, he pretended to work on the paperwork, holding a pen in his hand as if he were about to write but was thinking intensely about what would sound most intelligent. He had waited so long that he almost started to actually work when he got a text from America.

Nm, just sittin in the fridge, eatin a banana, was the reply.

Britain furrowed his brow in confusion before laughing.

Read what you said. Don't you hate autocorrect? Lol.

Again, he stowed the phone between his thigh and stomach, and was actually able to get an entire paper done before be got the next text:

Huh? No, srsly, im sittin in the fridge, eatin a banana. Well, banana's gone but u no :D

Again, Britain's brow furrowed in confusion before he smiled and laughed, shaking his head.

You're so silly, love. 3, he replied, gazing fondly at the picture of his boyfriend that he had on his desk. Letting his guard down in his mirth, he allowed himself to be caught by his boss, who almost took away his phone for 'socializing on the job'. With a sigh, he returned to his paperwork, loathing the drowsy feeling it gave him. A few minutes later, as he was shaking his head in disgust at a letter (no he was not going to marry France, how many times was the damn frog going to ask?) he jerked in surprise at the vibration of his phone, alerting him that he had a message. Cautiously, being sure to keep on the look out for his boss, Britain pulled out his phone, and smiled at the text from America.

Lol, luv u 2, babe 3

Fin