Sort of random...but enjoy nonetheless!(:
Arthur sat slouched in his chair, trying his hardest to focus on his embroidery. It was becoming rather hard to do so for some odd reason. This was what he normally did every Sunday like usual. Just sit at home and relax, forget about the chaos of world meetings or paperwork. Perhaps it was because of the rain that pattered down. Even though rainy days were a common occurrence in England, it always seemed to have the same effect on the Brit. It would make him tired...grouchy...bored.
Yes, very bored. Arthur's eyes wandered to the clock that was the only source of noise in his quiet home. For a moment he concentrated on the noise. Tick...tick...tick. It wasn't even noon yet, and Arthur just wanted to curl up in his bed and await the next day, which would be a World Meeting day, held in his own country nonetheless.
"I'm really bored," He said aloud to himself, startling at how loud his voice was as it echoed off the walls of his living room. He then reached over to the lamp stand, picking up his iPhone. It was a gift from Japan and was quite useful compared to his old phone.
He idly scanned over his contacts. Perhaps he could call someone to hang out. Maybe Japan? No...he was going to be having tea with Arthur in only a week. Perhaps France? NO, absolutely not! He would have to be dying to ever call that git willingly. Well...there was always Alfred? England shrugged to himself, pressing the call button. Normally America would be the one calling him, much to England's annoyance. He suspected that the American would be ecstatic at getting a call from him. Drumming his fingers against his knee, he awaited for Alfred to answer the phone.
Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...
"Iggy!" Alfred finally answered, shouting into the phone happily. England winced at the volume, drawing the phone slightly away from his ear.
"Er...hi Alfred." He greeted.
"You never call me! Is something wrong? You know I'm the hero dude, so there's no need to fear!" Alfred said.
"I...uh.." England found himself lost for words. "I just decided to call because I was...bored."
"Bored?" Alfred asked. "Me too! How about we hang out Iggy? You wanna? I can get there really fast!"
"Alright" England agreed. "Sounds good."
That was all the two countries said before Alfred hung up. Arthur then awaited as patiently as he could, assuming that it would take America quite a long time to get there. Much to the Brit's shock, it only took a few minutes before there was a rapid knocking sounds on Arthur's front door.
When he opened it, there was Alfred. He was grinning brightly and didn't hesitate to scoot right past Arthur to get out of the rain and inside the warm house.
"Bloody hell Alfred, how on earth did you get here so fast?" Arthur asked in disbelief. He was pretty sure that it took several hours to fly here from America.
"I flew here this morning, since there's a World Meeting early tomorrow! I was going to come visit you anyway, but it's awesome that you called!" Alfred replied. England flushed, of course Alfred would arrive early. Most countries did arrive a day or so early, staying in hotels and what not.
"Oh...right." He replied lamely. Alfred just bounced on his feet joyously.
"I have the perfect idea of what we can do! Come on Iggy, put on your coat and grab your car keys!" Alfred ordered.
"What? Where could we possibly be going on a day like this?" Arthur asked in shock.
"You'll see!" Was all Alfred replied before dragging Arthur out to his car. Alfred convinced the hesitant Brit to let him drive, even though Arthur didn't trust trust his driving skills in the UK, since people drove on the opposite side of the road than in the US.
"Don't worry Iggy, I'm a great driver! I don't get why you British people drive like this though...it can get confusing having a steering wheel on the opposite side." Alfred prattled on cheerfully.
"Don't call me Iggy. And you yanks are the messed up ones, with your weird vocabulary and bottomless pitted stomachs!" Arthur shot back. This was much how the drive carried out for the next fifteen minutes, until Alfred began to excitedly point ahead.
"Look, we're here Iggy!"
Arthur looked curiously to where Alfred was pointing and before groaning loudly.
"You brought us to an ice cream parlor?' He asked in disbelief.
"Uh-huh!" Alfred nodded. "Come on, let's go inside!"
And so Arthur allowed himself to be dragged into the colorful building. The windows were painted with rainbows, and the wallpaper was the pattern of polka dots. It made the green eyed man want to shudder. Alfred on the other hand, looked like he was about to burst with happiness.
"There's nothing like delicious ice cream on a boring day! You go sit down Iggy, I'll order for us." He said, making his way to the counter. The place was pretty small, and only had about five tables. It really wasn't crowded though. The only other people there were a mother and her two small daughters.
England chose the seat next to the window and closest to the door, focusing his attention on his surroundings. One of the children was throwing a fit and had chucked her small vanilla ice cream on the floor. The mother was scolding her harshly, and the girl began to cry loudly. England sighed in annoyance.
Suddenly something large was placed in front of him. England studied it for a brief second before his eyes widened twice their size. It was the biggest ice cream sundae he had ever seen in his entire life.
"I decided we should each have a small treat." Alfred said, sitting in the seat across from Arthur and picking up his spoon. He had the exact same sundae as Arthur.
"...Small? You call this small?" Arthur yelled. The 'small' ice cream dish consisted of twelve scoops of all different flavors, topped with heaps of fudge, whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles, chocolate chips, crushed up oreos, fruity pebbles, and last but not least..a cherry.
"Well this was the biggest they had. There's this store back in my country that has like, a twenty scoop one!" Alfred said, taking a gigantic bite of his.
Arthur eyed his treat warily. He hadn't had ice cream in awhile, or any junk food for that matter. France and America were always trying to force food into him, saying that he was too skinny. England would always roll his eyes and refuse to talk with them for a day or so.
It looked a little tempting to eat though...perhaps he could take just one bite. He dipped his spoon into a chocolate scoop that was covered in hot fudge, bringing it to his mouth. It tasted wonderful!
He licked his lips, quickly taking another bite, but this time of vanilla. And then strawberry...then butterscotch, and even black raspberry.
Alfred was about half finished with his and was beginning to feel quite full. He leaned back into his chair, licking his lips and sighing in content. That dessert had been bigger than he had anticipated.
"Arthur, are you ready to...woah!" Alfred cut off in mid sentence. Arthur had finished all of his ice cream, and was now licking the remaining contents of hot fudge from the bowl.
"Are you finished with yours Alfred?" Arthur asked quickly. Alfred nodded mutely, and the Brit quickly grabbed Alfred's sundae, taking large bites.
"Wow, I don't think I've even seen you eat so much before! Maybe you're finally learning something from me!" Alfred said, laughing a little nervously. There was something...off about England. His pupils were dilated, and he had a loopy smile plastered across his face.
"Your eyes remind me of diamonds...I want a diamond. Can we go buy some diamonds Alfred?" The Englishman asked, his voice tinted with childish excitement.
"Uh...you okay Iggy?" Alfred asked cautiously.
"I want to go window shopping!" England replied, stamping his foot. A few people looked in their direction, mainly the people working behind the counter. Alfred shot them an apologetic smile.
"Alright, we can go window shopping. Just...calm down Iggy, okay?"
America's words were too late though. England had already shot out of his seat and was now running towards the exit. America was quick to follow, his mind completely baffled. England was acting like a to year old hyped up on mountain dew. When that though crossed his mind, Alfred's eyes suddenly widened. Hadn't Francis once said something about not giving Arthur too much sugar?
Flashback
"Hey Iggy, wanna have my energy drink? I forgot that I already packed one, so you can have it!" America said to England during the break of a world meeting.
"NON!" France instantly shouted, just as England was about to accept the beverage.
"Huh?" America asked in confusion, at the same time as England said "What the bloody hell are you yelling about frog?"
France didn't respond at first, stalking up to America and snatching the drink out of his hands. He threw it into the closest trash can, despite the drink being pretty much full.
"Dude, you just wasted a perfectly good drink!" America said, appalled.
France ignored the statement, looking sternly at the American nation. "You do NOT give Angleterre sugar. He can't hold it very well, just like with alcohol. The last time I made the mistake of giving him some cost me almost $4,000 in order to pay for the damage he caused!" He said.
"Oh..." America blinked. "No more energy drinks for you Iggy!"
"Both of you are bloody gits...sugar doesn't affect me whatsoever!" England said, folding his arms and walking away. He didn't speak to either of them for the rest of the meeting...
End of flashback.
"Oh man...what have I done?" America asked to himself in horror.
"Hurry up, we'll be late for the show!" England called from his car. America breathed a sigh of relief that the Brit was sitting in the passenger seat, but he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"What show? I thought you said that you wanted to go window shopping!"
"Who the bloody hell would want to go window shopping?" England replied. "I want to go to the circus!"
"But...you just...ughhhh. Okay Iggy, we can go to the circus." Alfred told him.
The next few minutes were as good as could be in a situation like Alfred was in. The whole time they drove through the streets of London Arthur babbled on about circus things, like clowns and elephants. Alfred didn't say much back for once, instead just nodding every few minutes as Arthur kept talking. How on earth was he going to control Arthur while the man was on a sugar rush?
Suddenly Alfred realized something in horror. There was no circus today, or even this month for that matter!
"Artie? What would you say we went back to your house and watched Harry Potter?" He suggested, silently praying that Arthur would accept the offer.
"B-but you said we could go to the circus!" Arthur said, his eyes starting to well up with tears.
"No! Don't cry Iggy! It's just...the circus isn't here right now. We can go another time, okay?"
For a moment England was silent, and America was sure that the Englishman would accept that there was no circus. He was entirely wrong though...instead of being calm, Arthur instantly smashed his fist into Alfred's arm.
"NO! ALFRED F. JONES...take me to the circus!"
"Ahhh!" Alfred cried, as Arthur kept punching his arm and shoulder with as much strength as he could. Despite being a tiny island nation, Arthur was very strong. The American was forced to pull up onto the curb of a sidewalk before Arthur caused him to crash the car. When he finally managed to shut the car engine off, he turned and captured Arthur's attacking arms in a firm grip.
"You do not hit!" He scolded, as is reprimanding a small child.
"I wasn't hitting you!" Arthur argued.
"Y-you just were!" Alfred spluttered. "Gosh Iggy! I really shouldn't have bought you that huge sundae...if anything major happens to you than my boss will kill me. Your boss will probably kill me too...maybe even...Artie? ARTHUR?" America cut off him rambling as he noticed that Arthur was no longer in the car.
"Look Alfred, it's a kitty!" Arthur shouted. He was standing outside on the partially crowded sidewalk, pointing to an alleyway. As Alfred looked closer he saw the cat that Arthur was pointing to. It was a scraggly thin orange cat, munching on a fish bone near a couple of trashcans that were in the ally.
"Don't go any closer to it Iggy! That thing could have rabies or something!" Alfred shouted, getting out of the car as fast as he could before Arthur got any closer.
He was too late though. Arthur had reached down to pet the cat, but the result wasn't pretty. The car hissed angrily, reaching out and clawing at Arthur's hand. It instantly drew blood, and the Brit pulled his hand back in shock.
"Dammit!" Alfred cursed as he reached his friend's side, grabbing Arthur's hand to inspect the damage.
"T-The cat d-doesn't like me...OH BLOODY HELL! Alfred I'm bleeding! I'm going to die! NOOOO!" Arthur screamed wildly.
"No you're not, the scratch isn't that bad. Just get in the car!" Alfred said, dragging Arthur by the arm to the car. Once they were both seated safely inside, Alfred had to keep reassuring Arthur that he wasn't going to die. After about ten minutes of this, Arthur finally stopped freaking out and stared out the window in silence. Alfred almost got to thinking that the sugar rush was over, but quickly let go of the happy thought when he saw Arthur's knee bouncing up and down quickly.
Finally an idea came to Alfred. Sure it was a last solution, but hopefully it would help him out a bit. He took out his cellphone and scrolled down his contacts list until he came upon a certain someone, then he pressed the dial button.
Ring...ring...ring...
"Bonjour?" The person on the other line answered.
"Francis you gotta help me!" Alfred said, clutching the phone as if it were a lifeline.
"Amérique? What on earth are you talking about? What's wrong?" France asked worriedly, for once not making any perverted jokes.
"I'm so sorry...I shouldn't have ever done it! I just forgot!" Alfred said as he kept crying into the phone. This caused Arthur to look up in interest.
"How come you're talking to the frog?" He asked in irritation. Alfred ignored him as he listened to Francis.
"What have you done Alfred? You're not being clear." France said impatiently.
"I let Arthur have too much sugar! He's going wild now and I don't know what to do!"Alfred wailed.
...
"You WHAT? Haven't I told you not to give Angleterre too much sugar?"
"I'm sorry..." Was all Alfred mumbled. "Please just help me?"
"I suppose nothing else can be done." France sighed. "Where are you guys? I just arrived from the airport, so it shouldn't take too long for me to reach you."
"Were almost at his house." Alfred answered.
"Let me talk to Francis!" Arthur said, just as Alfred was about to say goodbye to the Frenchman.
"Er...Arthur wants to talk to you?" Alfred said, though it sounded more like a question.
"Oui, put him on." Francis said. Alfred took no time in passing the phone to the hyper British man.
"Hello, this is secretary Kirkland speaking, how may I help you?" Arthur asked as soon as he had the phone in his grasp.
"Angleterre, you're the one who wanted to speak to me." Francis replied.
"I'm sorry, we can't deliver your purchase at the current moment. If you give us your ip address then perhaps you can exchange it." as all Arthur said.
"Exchange...? Angleterre listen, are you behaving for Alfred? What did he give you to eat?" Francis asked.
"A twelve scoop ice cream sundae! It was really good Francis, I want another!" Arthur replied.
"NO! No more sweet foods for you Angleterre. Just behave for now and I'll be there soon." Francis said, hanging up the phone.
"The frog's coming to visit? No Alfred, I don't want him to come!" Arthur complained. Alfred, who had been driving silently the whole time Arthur and Francis were on the phone, smiled grimly at the Brit.
"Sorry Artie, but he's had experience with this, so he'll be able to control you."
"Control me...? NO, I DON'T WANT TO BE RAPED!" Arthur screamed, clawing madly at the car door.
"Calm down Artie, he's not going to rape you! I'll be there too."
"You're both going to rape me? NOOOO!"
"WE'RE NOT GOING TO RAPE YOU!" Alfred screamed. Arthur imminently shut up, much to Alfred's relief. He sighed. Being responsible sure was hard, but he had to do it. Otherwise England would be dead or something already. Finally they arrived at Arthur's house, just as France pulled into the driveway as well.
"Well, France better have a way to fix this..." Alfred muttered, just as Arthur opened up the front door.
"Francis!" England yelled happily, charging full speed at the unsuspecting French nation. France had just gotten out of the car, and his eyes widened in alarm as England crashed into him, pulling him into a hug.
"I missed you Francis! How was your vacation in outer space? I thought the aliens were going to eat you!" Arthur cried, hugging France as hard as he could. France returned the hug and smiled to himself. Arthur was sort of cute when he was this...energetic.
"My vacation in Space was lovely Angleterre, and no aliens were around." He answered, knowing that it was best to play along with Arthur's games when he was in this current state.
"I'm so glad your here France! How do we calm him down?" Alfred asked as he approached France, who was still supporting a clinging Arthur.
Francis smiled. "I'll show you what to do."
a/n: Er...yeah, this was really random. I guess it'll be a two shot? Just please review and tell me what you think of it. I decided to try and write a funny story for once...lol. Anyway, please review. If you do, then I'll update VERY soon.
Also for those of you who are reading my other stories, I'm working on them okay?(: