Sooo! I'm back with another of my awesome stories, huh! This one ig going to be multy chapter, although I might be slow with the updates.

This is based of a Swedish book called "Lilla boken med Dåliga Ursäkter."(The small book with Bad Excuses) and it's a book about all those silly excuses people make up for various reasons. Every chapter will be about different excuses for different things.

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Bad Excuses

When you've forgotten someone at the airport, you schould have a better excuse than...

It was the day before the conference at Englands place, and America, as usual, had come to stay the night with England. It was evening and the sun had long ago set, leaving the country in the darkness of the night. England and Ameica had made their way to the livingroom where they were currently relaxing. And by relaxing, I meant bickering. And by bickering, I mean screaming and insulting each other to no end. Though the screaming was mostly on Englands behalf.

"Sod off, you git!" England roared, standing infront of the red, comfy couch America was curently occupying. America only laughed at him, wrapping the blanket he had stolen closer around him.

"Aw, but England! Don't be angry." He laughed as the huge caterpillars on Englands forehead decided it was time for a meeting. "You'll get wrinkles!" He pointed out hapilly. England growled at him, telling him that if he didn't move over, he would sleep outside. "Pssh, you're no fun." America said, but moved over so that England could sit down anyway, scowl never leaving his face. Let's just simply say that it wasn't one of Englands' hobbies to be kicked down from his own couch and have his blanket stolen by a very rude American.

The sight of the two of them bickering like this wasn't unusual. Not at all. Englands livingroom was a very comfy and homely place with all its' furnitures made of fine wood. Mighty bookcases were lined against a wall, filled with books about historical events and small decorations, such as a small dragon sculpture from China and a small ship in a bottle, giving the bookcases a very personal look. On the walls hung paintings of fields and seas, each one of them reflecting eras in England. Two paintings America actually liked were one that was of a green lovely field and some men, probably nobles, dressed in very fine red coats on white horses. A lone fox stood before the men, it's red-orange fur shining brightly on the painting. The other painting America was fond of was one of a small boy standing on a sidewalk, the people passing him being a small blurr of darkness in the background. On the floor in the livingroom, a wide old carpet lay gracefully, making the livingroom a little more charming along with the curtains phraming the giant window on the wall opposite of the door. It was all in all a very grand room. The wooden furnitures were old, but that just added to the charm. Infront of the couch America and England were sitting on, there was, of course, a coffeetable and a magnificent fireplace made out of brickstones. And above the fireplace, there was a TV, much to Americas joy.

"Give back my blanket, you stupid wanker!" England growled at him and tugged on the blanket America had wrapped tightly around himself. America smiled sweetly at him.

"No way!" he chirped cheerfully. "I'm cold, old man. And this helps." England groaned at him and kept trying to wrestle it out of Americas grasp, failing miserably.

"Have the thought ever occurred to you that that might have been the reason I had the bloody blanket to begin with?" He asked the much too oblivious American beside him. America blinked at him.

"Actually…" He started."I don't really care that much about you." England flinched.

"Ouch…" he muttered. "At least share it you git!" America laughed at his outburst but gladly opened one of his arms and let England cuddle up against him under the warm blanket.

"Owh, you're pretty cold, Iggy." America laughed and England scowled. "Should've told me sooner, old man. I would've heroicly warmed you up, you know! … Or something!" he exclaimed, goofy grin plastered on his face. England simply rolled his eyes.

That's when the phone rang. Both nations stopped paying attention to each other and turned their gazes towards the door that led out to the hall. The old, deep signals kept coming in waves through the entrence and after a few signals England groaned and got up. Someone had to answer it, and it was his phone. He walked out into the hall and was about to lift the reciever when America shot past him and threw the earphone against his ear.

"Ye'llo! You've come to the United States of England, Scotland and northern Iceland, how can I, the hero, help you?" He more or less shouted into the phone. England almost fell over when he heard all the mistakes in that sentence, but he quickly got back up again.

"Oi!" He shouted, irritated. "That's just… wrong in so many ways! Now give me my bloody phone, you git!" He tried to take the phone from America, who laughed and simply moved the phone out of reach for the smaller male.

"Ahaha! Say please~!" He teased, smile never leaving his lips. Before England could snap at him, however, he handed the phone back to him and England pressed it against his ear.

"Stupid American…" He mumbled, glaring at America on his right. America only laughed and bounced around in the background.

"Hello?" A voice said on the other end, forcing England to switch his attention to the electric machine in his hand.

"O-oh! Hello. Sorry about that just now, uhm…" England apolegized as he tried to inch away from America who put his head next to Englands' to be able to hear the conversation as well. "Who is this?" England asked, giving up and letting America listen together with him.

"I-it's me, Canada." Came the soft reply. England and America exchanged confused glances.

"I'm sorry, but… Do I know you, sir?" England asked as kindly as he could, his confusion only shining through a little in his voice. At least he was happy America let him do the talking and kept quiet.

"Yes! It's me! Ca-na-da!" The person on the other end replyed.

"Oh!" America said in realization. "You're that maple guy, right?" He beamed into the phone, satesfied with himself for remembering.

"Oh!" England said, also in realization. "Canada! Oh, I'm sorry! Of course it's you, how are you this splendid evening?" He asked politely, ignoring the look America gave him.

"I-I'm fine, thank you for asking…" Canada mekly responded. "There is one thing, though…" America cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"Is something bothering you? Are you in trouble? Do you want me to come save you like the hero I am? You know you can tell me what's wrong, bro! Speak to me! Tell me where you are and I will come for you!" He shouted into the phone and Englands poor ear, his over protective side kicking in when his brother mentioned there was something going on. England smacked America in the head and pushed him away before returning to the phone.

"T-that's kind of the problem…" Canada said as America, whining, made his way back to Englands side. After hearing this, however, he snatched the phone and pushed England out of the way.

"What's wrong bro? Tell me! I will come save you! Where are you?" He shouted into the phone as England glowered at him from the floor. It was a wonder Canada hadn't gone deaf by then.

"U-uhm, I-I'm on the airport here in England, actually…" Canada stuttered to his younger (Yes, younger) brother over the phone. America raised his eyebrows in surprice.

"What'd he say?" England asked from his sitting spot on the floor. America looked down at him, confusion written all over his face.

"He says he's on some airport in some weird place called ''England'' or something…" He said and scratched his head.

"This is England, you git!" England snapped at his former colony. "I am England! How dare you-!" Then he thought about what America had said... He had said that Canada was on an airport… in England… His eyes widened in realization. Fuck.

"Shit!" He hissed to America and flew up onto his feet. "We were supposed to pick him up on the airport at 9! I totally forgott!" America stared at him.

"No shit… Seriously? Damn… I guess I also completely let it slip my mind, dude…" He said confused. England stared at him in panick.

"How much is it?" He asked and America threw a glance at the old wooden clock behind him.

"Uhm… 11?" That meant Canada had waited for a good two hours for them to come pick him up. England paled. He felt rather useless and very ungentleman at the moment.

"H-hello? Can you please tell me what's going on?" Canadas voice echoed through the phone, reminding them that he was still there. America and England shoot eachother panicked looks. Both knowing they had to think of something… and fast! A long pause ensued where in both nations tried to communicate with each other in their heads, urging the other to be the one to make up an excuse for their mistake. When they got nothing they both started rambling into the phone.

"I'm afraid of flying!" England bursted into the phone, he couldn't believe he was trying to lie to Canada, and now that he thought about it, that excuse was just super silly. America gave him a weird look. Oh, well. So he noticed it was a lame excuse as well then.

"Don't listen to him, Canada, uhm… But it's weird though!" America nervously tried to cover up for England who only shot him a dark glare for being stupid-stamped. What did you expect? Of course the excuse hadn't been good! He was panicking! Anyway, back to America.

"It's weird, because I sent a friend to pick you up instead, you see, we were… uhm… busy." Americas excuse sounded decent. So far, so good? "He drives around in one of those cars that's called Cabs. Didn't you see him?" So far, not good. England smacked the stupid nation in the back of his head.

"What kind of an excuse was that, you stupid git?" He hissed in Americas ear. America only gave him a glare as he rubbed the now sore spot on his head.

"Like yours' was any better!" He hissed back. England snorted and shook his head.

"Never mind! Make up something else!" America went back to thinking of something that would sound believeable to his Canadian friend as England tried again.

"Uhm, actually, Canada, I…" You could hear the wheels turn inside his head. "I strayed in on the long-term parking and got lost." Uuh… Okay, that didn't sound any better. America didn't seem to think so either, because he made up another excuse.

"I followed the airbus towards the airport, but it drove the wrong way!" England gave him a weird look.

"I felt bad about… my carbon emissions." Even thought England said it and it was supposed to sound convincing, it sounded more like a question than anything.

"I parked on the runway so that you wouldn't have to go through the terminal but then the cops took me and my car into custody!" America shouted into the phone. "Can you believe those brits?" He got jabbed in the arm for the last part of that sentence and a hard look from the former empire. England snatched the phone away from America, ignoring Canadas stuttering at the other end.

"Didn't you say once that you wanted to feel more independent?" He asked.

"Yes, but…" Canade stuttered on the other line. "You forgott I was arriving today at Luton…?" America faked a sheepy expression.

"Whoups… Was the pilote strike over already?" He asked aloud, trying to sound innocent and trustworthy, but he failed miserably. His excuse was unfitting and random coming so late in the conversation. An excuse like that should've been brought up in the beginning in a conversation for it to even work. Giving up on trying to get America to help him, England tried to cover up for their already made damage.

"Luton? You didn't mention that. I looked all over for you on Stansted." He actually felt a smile make it's way onto his lips after the excuse left his lips. Yes! That one was a smart one! It even sounded truthfull to Englands ears, and hopefully to Canada as well.

"Don't tell me you bought that joke about us picking you up on the airport." America said, ruining Englands excuse before that. America made it sound as if they were just screwing with him! Which they weren't! They were trying to make up an excuse damn it! And the crap America spouted wasn't even close to even being considered excuses! Oh, England loathed his former colony now.

"…" Canada said nothing on the other end as the two nations ran out of excuses to use. England punched America on the shoulder again, causing him to wince in pain. They glared at eachother and England was about to scold him when Canadas voice drifted up from the phone between them.

"Wow, guys. Those must be the lamest excuses ever." It sounded as if he snorted at them. "Next time, just be honest and say you forgot, eh?" England and America felt their faces heat up in emberassment, both feeling ashamed about being lectured by the proud Canadian.

"S-sorry…" They both mumbled.

"W-we could come pick you up now, you know…" England started, politelly offering their service to go get him, now that the ackward excuse conversation was over. On the other end Canada scoffed.

"You know what? I don't think so. I'm going to jump on a train to Papa instead. Aurevoir! Stupid fuckers…" He mumbled the last part before a click was heard and the tones rung out through the phone in Englands hand. For some reason England got shivvers at the thought of Canada being pissed off at them. Who knew? It might last for months.

At least they both knew that whenever you've forgotten to pick someone up at the airport, you should not use any of the excues above. Seriously, they're just silly.

What did you think? :D

Luton and Stansted are two airports in England, if you didn't know... I'm really looking forwards to write these silly excuses England and America are bound to make up when they're in trouble, haha! And I hope you're looking forwards to it as well!

First chapter done, some to go! PLEASE REVIEW! I might update it faster then :D

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