England sighed for what seemed like the fifth time. He disposed of the slightly burnt scone he was currently eating onto the small china platter. The agitated nation hook his sandy blond hair out of his emerald green eyes, which also revealed large black caterpillar-sized eyebrows nestled together in frustration. 'How dare he insult my wonderful cooking! I swear that git has no sense of taste or class! I'll teach him a lesson…' The island thought angrily to himself, as he proceeded to wipe excess crumbs off of his green military-issued uniform. Just then, there was a loud banging sound from the front door.
"Yo! England, dude! Open up before I break the door down!" A loud obnoxious voice called before issuing more pounding beats.
"Damn it, America! Hold on a minute!" England quickly stood up from his spot in the kitchen chair, but it was too late. A loud crash resounded throughout the room, signaling that the wooden door fell. A tall blond walked through the newly formed hole, a large grin placed upon his slightly tanned face. Corn-blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he wiped off the now settling dust forming on his signature World War Two bomber jacket. England marched over and swiftly whacked the younger nation on the noggin.
"Ow… England, what was that for?" The receiver of the strike whined out, holding his forehead gingerly.
"You bloody well know what that was for! You broke my damn door again this month!" He looked to the large hole in the wall with increasing exasperation.
"I haven't broken your door this month." America said indignantly.
"Yes, you have! Four bloody times! The sad part is it's only been two weeks!'' The once-empire nearly yelled out.
"Oh… Well, if you give me a key, I wouldn't have to.'' America smirked, thinking that he won the argument.
England, though, had other plans. "I do! One for every new door I replace!" This time he did yell rather loudly in frustration and exasperation.
"Jeez dude, lighten up. It's just a door." His former charge said while patting the older nation's shoulder, who bristled at his touch.
"Don't touch me." England spat out venomously, glaring half-heartedly at the other.
"Aw, is England still upset at me?" The two-hundred year old nation teased.
"Of course I would be. You broke my door, and on top of that, you're the ass that insulted my scones earlier!" England grounded out. 'Do not lose your temper. Do not lose your temper. Gentlemen do not lose their temper.' He looked at America, and grimaced. "Even with idiots like these.'
"It's not my fault they taste like petrified couch stuffing." America said while pulling a disgusted face.
"Do not insult my mother's recipe, you incompetent Yankee!" England threw a plate at the largely grinning American, who moved to the side. The plate shattered against the wall behind him.
America ran off laughing. The superpower looked over his shoulder and blew a long raspberry. "You'll never catch me, dude!"
"You inappropriate twit, get back here!"
The island nation took off after the fleeing 'hero' shouting curses as he went. Loud crashes and yells reverberated throughout the large mansion-like house, with loud laughs soon following. Very British curses would mix in with the chaos. The noise made a very interesting one indeed to any one that happened to be passing by.