A/N: not my first time to publish something but my first hetalia fic :3 I know its short but I hope you guys like it~

"Clean up your bloody mess, git," England grumbled from the doorway of the kitchen. It was a long flight to visit America and he didn't want to waste all that time being a house keeper. As usual, America was busier with his television than paying any attention to his guest who had his arms folded in terrible annoyance.

"Alfred, if you invite me over at least pretend you want me here!" England snapped and stepped over to yank off the headphones from the younger man's head. America was only slightly daunted when he looked up with a cry of frustration than rapidly began pressing buttons.

"I offered to play with you! You didn't want to!"

Well. It had become abundantly clear America and England had very different ideas of "play".

"Oh please, Alfred. You can do this anytime! I cleared up my schedule for you!"

America just snorted. "If you were busy you shouldn't have come."

That certainly was not the reaction England wanted. He clenched his fists tightly like he was trying to restrain from strangling the boy. "I swear-it's like I didn't even raise you!"

"Well-"

"Don't. I don't want to hear it," England snapped and stormed off back into the kitchen. If he was here he might as well get started... Even though he detested cleaning up after America it seemed he never got away from it. "I spoil that boy," he muttered to himself. Still though. England did love coming and spending time with him. It was almost like they didn't get time to just...be friends anymore. Everything was always political these days. England worried about America. He was so carefree but England knew sweet little Alfred could only take so much. Arthur worried that maybe America would collapse in on itself and bring his own downfall. With a hard sort of smile, England was secretly hoping for it. America needed his ego knocked down a few pegs and when he was weak and destroyed, England knew America would come crawling into his arms for help. He'd be cleaning after his mess again. Just like always.

England grinned to himself. No, that wouldn't be so bad. Things would be like they used to. America could be his again. Even if he didn't want to, someone would come along and try to take over-start a war with the US and England would whisk in with his strong army to protect the weak country and take him for himself. America would hate it at first but even that idiot could see how screwed over he was.

"Dude I said I'd clean up." America's sudden presence beside him made England jump right out of his skin.

He pushed America hard on the shoulder and glowered. "Don't sneak up on me! And I hardly believed you. You never clean up after yourself so I had no choice but to get to work myself."

Alfred shrugged when England turned back to the mess at the counter and wiped it down with a wet cloth. "Suit yourself," he said and pulled open the fridge. "Want anything? I'm kind of-"

"No, no, no!" England shut the refrigerator door and pushed on America to shoo him out of the kitchen. "You aren't making some disgusting concoction you call food-"

"Oh, you're one to talk!"

"-that I have to clean again. If you want to eat you can go out." England promptly removed him from the kitchen in to the next room.

"Aw...but Art-"

"No! No, no! I do not want to hear some silly excuse! If you are that hungry you can stand to go out and buy something yourself."

America sighed and dropped down on the sofa again. Well. That was weird. All he wanted was some delicious mac n' cheese and Arthur had to get all house wife on him. America flipped on the TV without realizing England was watching him. 'It must be nice,' Arthur thought to himself. 'Not having a care in the world.'

England smiled lovingly at his little Alfred sitting on the couch. "Idiot," he muttered under his breath.