This is a doujinshi about USA and UK.

I do not own the characters, or historical events (Obviously):D

I hope you enjoy this little fantasy of mine…and I welcome all comments so comment even if you have nothing to say!

References are at the bottom end of the chapter

~Prologue~

America was sitting behind the conference table, puzzled and furious. He has been trying to talk to England for days but that British bastard ignored him. He was twirling his pen, purposely not listening to England's proposal to solve the external debts problem, solely for the reason of seeing England's reaction. The rest of the countries were busy doing what they always do… slack off, eat, fight and sleep. Only Germany was actually bothering to converse with England and propose aid from his IMF fund.

"DAMN IT, YOU BLOODY GIT! PAY ATTENTION! This issue involves you the most! You have more debts than all of us put together!" America heard the Englishman yelling at him from the whiteboard. Yes! Finally some action! America thought and with a delighted grin on his face leisurely leaned back in his chair.

"How in St. Peters name will you solve this problem America!" the blond kept nagging. "Geez!" answered back America " It is so simple, Britain. You just have to raise the debt limit plank and that's it."

"ARE YOU BLOODY INSANE!" screamed the blonde banging his fist on the table, startling even Germany "THAT WONT SOLVE THE FREAKING PROBLEM! It will only create more problems for the European Union and will temporarily prolong your economical downfall… Hey… are you listening to me… America….AMERICA!"

But USA was not listening anymore. He got what he wanted: England's reaction. Finally he is talking to him normally, as he usually does. Even if it was yelling, America did not mind as long as the bushy eyebrows looked at him and he was blessed with the gaze from those emerald green eyes.

The conference ended and all the countries went back to their houses. America saw England rushing from the end of the corridor, fuming with rage and discontent. USA started moving back slowly and later on both of them were running in the corridor, chased by their conflicting personalities. However, England gave up in the middle of the way because he was no match for the superpower.

"Huh, can't catch me, old man!" asked America cockily and paced around the exhausted United Kingdom. The latter did not respond but heavily panted, bending down to his knees.

"I guess I am no match for you, huh." He said quietly, but America managed to overhear. England was not himself the last week. He was shorter tempered than usual and he often got his severe mood swings.

But America knew how to cheer him up instantly "What? Are you PMSing*, Britain? Is it just one of those days, or…UMPH!"

He did not get to finish as England punched him in the stomach " WHO IS BLOODY PMSING YOU UNGRATEFUL SON OF A…"

And their usual chase continued…

"Oh come on! It's New Years! Come over to New York, its gonna be reeeal pretty with all the decorations !"

"Why in the world would I want to spend my New Year's Eve in that noisy skyscraper farm! I'd rather relax near my fireplace watching Big Ben's and Thames' sounds flow silently through the night…"

"HUH… you really are old, Britain!"

*PUNCH* "Shut your mouth, you bloody twit!"

America was bending down, quivering from pain and laughter. He really wanted to show winter in New York to England, but that guy was too old fashioned and way too stubborn to succumb to America's invitation. But he was not called USA for nothing… He had the power of total stupidity and he was as stubborn as Great Britain.

He pointlessly tried to convince England to come even after they reached the latter's house. As the blond was about to close the door in America's face, he grabbed the door and made a serious expression:

"England… Why don't you let me in for tonight…"

The blond wavered and tried to close the door, but USA did not let him.

"Are you avoiding me lately?"

England turned his gaze away into the darkness of his hall.

"Answer me!"

With no response the door slammed on America's fingers and a quiet mumble came from behind it:

"You should just go home for now…"

There was the noise of the key turning in the lock and soft footsteps getting farther from the door. Rejected again…America thought…I guess he still has a grudge on me since the whole Revolution thing 200 years ago. However, United States was not a man who gave up facing a minor challenge. He decided to show New York to England no matter what and he would do it!

He just had a brilliant (in his opinion) plan pop up in his head. He decided to go down the chimney like Santa Claus and force England to go with him. This guy likes mystical creatures right, thought America, If I dress up like Santa Claus, he we definitely follow me wherever I tell him to. WOW! I AM a genius! Full of himself, America climbed the roof of England's house triumphantly.

Meanwhile, inside England's house, the blond was cooking his dinner and brewing his Earl Grey Tea. The fireplace was already working and warming up, the food smelled exceptionally good (to him at least), and everything was going just perfect. I will be definitely done before 11:30 thought The Eyebrows and suddenly remembered.

He was going to brew his special porridge right in the fireplace, just like in the old times, symbolizing the farewell towards the past year. He hurried to the attic to get his old brewing pot and put it in the fire. He did not notice however, the solidified left over from the magic brew he made three days beforehand and strode to the kitchen whistling his favorite melody "O silent grace…".

At the same time, America was trying to fit himself into the narrow chimney. Man I've gotta cut down on those salads… they are making me fat, he thought and finally got most of his body inside. USA dropped down with a jolly yell:

"HOHOHO… MERRY …CHRISTMAAAAAAAAA..." he screamed as a cloud of green smoke hit his eyes. The brew reacted with the fire, melted and started boiling, producing a thick green fog that shot up the chimney.

"Hm…" Britain turned around suspiciously," I think I heard America's scream just now…Well, I guess it is just my wild imagination." And The Eyebrows continued whistling and cutting the pie as if nothing happened.

At the same time the brew stopped emitting smog and disappeared from the pot. However, there was one thing missing. America was nowhere to be found.

To be continued in Chapter 1: Me name is Scotland

*PMS: Pre Menstrual Syndrome: when a woman gets severe mood swings before having her period