As usual, there was a meeting about world affairs. The typical stuff happened, France pissed me off, Italy tried to make everyone have pasta and America came up with unrealistic solutions to our problems.
After the meeting I was is a foul mood. That Frog just rubs me the wrong way! I couldn't wait to get home and talk to normal people like hook, pixie or my dear friend Flying Mint Bunny!
"Yo England!" I heared from behind me. It was America, he swiftly ran over to me looking quite troubled.
"Hey, can you help me? It's my bros birthday in a few days and I wanted to do something nice for him and make him a cake! I suck at backing, but your kind of better than me, so I was wondering if you would mind helping me?"
"Why me? Aren't you always saying that my scones are terrible?"
I really wasn't in the mood for this.
"Well... it's because... I thought it might help us get along better, you know bond."
I was still confused at this point. Why would he want to bond?
"Since that whole revolutionary war thing, we have been fighting a lot. I thought we could do something nice for Canada at the same time."
To be honest, I wasn't listening to a single word he said. I just wanted to go home, so I just said " Yeah whatever."
As I walked away I heard him try to shout something but I couldn't hear him.
When I got back, I went straight to bed, I was so tired Ifell asleep straight away. That night, I also had a strange dream. I can't really remember much, but I know America was in it. I dremt, he came to my house and gave me flowers. I don't particularly like flowers, and yet I seemed to love them.
When I woke up, I felt starnge, my stomach felt weird. I went to check my phone; I don't get messages but I check it anyway. I recieved a message from Alfred. He asked me to come over at 3pm to make the cake. The feeling got stronger.
As I got ready, I started to think about my dream. It have ment something. Do I want to be his brother again? During the revolutionary war we both said that we won't ever think of eachother as brothers again.
So why did I dream that? What could it mean?
I took longer than usual to get ready. For some reason I keept looking as good as I always do.
WHY AM I SO NERVOUS?