Autumn vs Fall

by The Little Leprechaun

England and America have an 'argument' about the word each of them use for the season between Summer and Winter. A book gets dropped and a scone gets thrown! (BTW Scones aren't that bad!)

(A/N: Ok, so this is a little one shot I came up with last night! Basically I saw this thing on Tumblr explaining why we, here in England, call this season autumn. Then below it was an explanation why people America call it fall. The about 12 hours later (when I'm in bed), I think that could be an actual scene in Hetalia! So here I am, writing it! I understand that the reason is probably innacurate (if anybody knows the reason please tell me), it's just something I saw on the internet, please don't be offended! Enjoy!)

"IGGY! YOU READY FOR FALL BRO?" America shouted, bursting into the study at England's house. England gripped the arms of the chair he was sitting in. "First of all, I told you not to call me Iggy. Second, what the hell are you blathering about?" He leant forward and picked up the book he dropped. "Fall! You know? Pumpkins, Halloween and all that awesome crap!" He was nearly jumping up and down with excitement. "You mean autumn?" England asked. America stared at him for a second, before bursting out into laughter. "Dude! What the hell is autumn? That sounds ridiculous!"
"More ridiculous than fall?" England shot back, with a glare.
"Why the crap would you call it autumn?"
"It's derived from a…French…word, which came from a Latin word like most words in the English language." America paused, considering the meaning.
"That's so complicated bro! You should make things simpler!"
"Oh yeah? Then what's the reason you call it Fall?"
"Well, Iggy, that's because all the leaves fall off the trees!" He grinned, incredibly proud of the fact. England stared at him blankly. "What…? You know what? I'm not even going to ask. NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN?" He stood up out of the chair.
"France let me in dude!" He looked toward the door, as France tried sneaking past the open the door. "Ah! Anglettere! How are you this morning?" He said, smiling nervously. England didn't speak for a minute, looking from America and France. Slowly, he picked up the scone he was going to eat before the two showed up. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU DAMN FROG!" He threw the scone at France as he ran out the room. It hit the wall where his head would have been. America's eyes widened before he followed France's example and ran before he could throw anything else, like a book.

(Thanks Tumblr for inspiring this! Hope you enjoyed!)