well then here we go. my first hetalia fanfiction

this chapter is real short basically just introduction-y it will get better

England's phone rings. He sighs, sets down his paperwork (dont bother asking why he's doing paperwork in the first place) and picks it up. "Hello?"

"HI!" a voice shouts from the other side. England flinches and pulls the phone away from his ear. GOSH it was loud.

"America, what do you want?" England demands.

"I WANNA GET DRUNK WITH YOU!" America screams.

England covers the part of the phone that America's excessively loud voice is coming out of lightly with one hand.

"You sound drunk enough already," England replies. "Besides, I'm busy, and-"

"I'm not DRUNK, I'm HIGH," America cries. "There's a DIFFERENCE."

"Wow. Okay. Leave me alone."

England slams the phone down and hangs up. He reaches for his papers to get back to work when the phone rings away. England yanks it up figures he ought to yell, too-give America a taste of his own ear-shattering medicine.

"AMERICA," England roars, "I TOLD YOU, LEA-"

"France will be there," America interrupts in a sing-song voice. He's so much quieter than normal; England is actually glad he forgot to cover the phone.

England turns as bright red as Italy's tomatoes. Oh, golly. Drunk France? There was nothing hotter than that...

But I can't let America know I have a thing for France when he's drunk. He can't keep his mouth shut-the whole world will know before the day's out...

It never occurs to England that America already knows-he wouldn't be mentioning it if he didn't. And the whole world is well aware of this, too, apart from France (since he's always drunk when England drools over him. literally. drools over him.)

"You've only given me another reason NOT to go," England lies. He prays that America can't hear his intensely beating heart.

"Uh-huh."

"I'm not coming," England growls.

"If France gets REALLY drunk, he might take off his shirt," America croons.

England REALLY wants to see that.

But he also REALLY doesn't want America to know he wants to see that.

"What time is it?" England gasps.

"So you are coming!"

"NO!" England shouts, way too loud. "I mean, I want to know so, uh, I can know when it's safe to come out, cause, uh, France'll be gone. Don't want to run into him or anything, you know..."

America laughs. "Sure. I'll be at the bar around seven, with Fraaaaaaaaaaaance." He laughs again then hangs up.

England's cheeks burn as he sets the phone down. He tries to focus on his work, but no matter how hard he tries to convince himself he's not interested, he just can't wait until seven.

yee that was short... 3 pages in my notebook the next chapter will be like 5 times this...it was 15 pages

anyway please review it makes me feel special :)))))