"HEY ENGLAND GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS!" Two excited eyes appeared from the top of England's morning paper.
"...I really have nooooo idea at alllll America. Pease tell me, I'm dying to know." England ajusted his reading glasses and took another sip of his tea. He was in no mood to tolerate this crazy man-child of an American, but it was a special day for the kid and England didn't want to burst his bubble. He had learned by experience that a mopey American is by far worse than a over-energetic one.
"IT'S...INDEPENDANCE DAY! 4th OF JULY! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" America threw his arms up in the air and began jumping excitedly around the kitchen table. England screwed up his face and just leaned into the newspaper he was reading, staring intently at a sudoku puzzle and hoping that the loud blonde would take a hint to be a little less enthusiastic.
"Congratulations. Good for you." He said after a while. Although having to go through this procedure every year for centuries England still found it a little hard to say those words. But he would never admit it to America. Not ever.
He was met with silence.
Good, he thought. He continued reading his newspaper.
All that could be heard in the room was the tick-tock of a clock.
After a while, England began to get worried. Why was America so quiet? He resisted the urge to look. It was probably some dumb joke that would probably end up with him getting laughed at.
Many more minutes passed and England struggled in the silence.
After what seemed like hours, he gave in.
"Okay America, what the hell is your problem now?" he said as he rather forcefully slapped his paper down onto the table.
To his suprise, America just was sitting at the opposite end of the table, quietly studying the sparrows that were sitting outside on the windowsill. His palm cradled his cheek as his blue eyes followed the birds. His lips were slightly pursed. He looked upset, but it was very different from any other other sulk he had in previous years.
England suddenly felt a pang of guilt Had he'd been too harsh? Maybe he should've been a little less sarcastic and more genuine. It was a very special day for America. After all, he was like a little brother to England.
"Uh... America? Look, I-I'm sorry." England stammered.
America continued to look out the window. England silently cursed. How was he going to get out of this one? He sighed.
"...Is there any way I could make it up to you? How about we go out and visit that park you used to love so much?"
That seemed to have worked. The American suddenly stood up, the legs of the chair he was sitting on screeching against the lino floor. His blue eyes seemed to sparkled with delight.
" I think that would be a good idea, yeah! Then after that we could maybe get some burgers and then go grab so fireworks and stuff and have a huge barbeque party and invite people and have a bonfire and..." He blabbered on, clearly excited to spend the day with England.
"Fuck." England thought. "Let's not ever do that again."