A/N: First Hetalia fanfic, and of course, its USUK! This story will mainly be mini chapters, which are considerably smaller than my usual chapters. Anywhoo, wish me luck!
Skies Over London
Chapter 1
The gloomy skies of London hung low overhead in the late afternoon. The sun was nowhere to be seen, as usual. The rhythm of the raindrops attacking the windowpane were synchronized with Arthur's sipping off the mouth of the slender bottle. As he drained it of every last drop of ale, his mind drifted far away from the rain or the empty bottle. He didn't notice his breath fogging against the cold glass as he gave a long, drawn-out sigh. It was just another day in England, so why did this day feel so particularly depressing?
The resonating sound of the phone ringing snapped Arthur back to reality. He turned to the phone, hesitating a moment, before he picked up the receiver.
"Ello? Thish ish Arthur..." He slurred.
"Hey, dude. It's America. Why weren't you at the meeting today?"
"I don't have to anshwer to you. I'm the United bloody Kingdom!"
"Uh, England, have you been drinking?"
"Don't tell me what to...uh...what to..."
"Do,"
"You too, you bloody git!"
"Dude, isn't it a bit early for the bars to open there?"
"I can drink whenever the bloody bleedin' hell I want to!"
"Not when you're supposed to come to a meeting, man!"
"Why don't you go run and tell my mummy then?" Arthur growled and threw down the receiver. Having missed the dial, he leaned back against the wall, unaware Alfred was still on the line.
"Do you need me to come over? Dude? Hello?" America asked, unaware his words were left unheard. "If you won't answer then I'm coming over anyway,"
The Brit slumped down to the floor, picking up a fresh bottle of ale he'd set there earlier and brought the bottle to his lips, his mind once again somewhere far away.