In the spirit of the current election cycle, I found it appropriate to post this on the eve of the opening of the DNC. Was supposed to be a one-shot, but I have a quiz in the morning. I will post the final part soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hetalia series or its characters. They are the creations of Hidekazu Himaruya. However, if he wishes to use any OC's I create, he has my consent.
It was a hot, sticky September day in Washington, D.C. and, to the unaccustomed outsider visiting the city, the humidity could literally suck the breath out of a person. To stand in the middle of this unbearable weather in dark professional attire and no shade in the immediate vicinity, was utter madness. Collapse from heat exhaustion would be inevitable. But this is exactly the situation a certain blond-haired, green-eyed Brit found himself in.
England had been in the capital city on a foreign relations assignment with orders from his boss to discuss matters of international security with one of his closest allies. The current state of foreign affairs had run amok over the past year, what with all the tension between Israel and Iran, the economic crisis in Europe, and Russia playing his hand in the Syrian conflict. However, when England began the first of a series of meetings to discuss possible solutions to these extraordinary problems, he couldn't help but notice the apparent absence of his most gracious host. That's right; America, the lively oaf hosting these meetings, was nowhere to be seen during the course of the discussions. England had been most aggravated at the time, wondering why in the world his bloody git of an ally would skip out on matters of such importance. Oh that's right, he's a bloody git. Still, shocking as it may be, England simply couldn't accept this as the reason America would blow off these meetings. As irresponsible and immature as America was, he was not one to be late for an official meeting; rather, he would often be quite early. He had many grandiose ideas on how to "save the world" and would be chomping at the bit to share them; so it was surprising to England that America hadn't used this as an opportunity spout off about heroes and the like. As such, England found himself worried for the well-being of America and decided he would visit his good friend's home to see what the situation was with him.
And that is how England got himself in this unenviable position. He was impatiently tapping his foot on the front patio of America's place of residence. He had just rung the doorbell for the third time and was quickly finding his patience to be running thin. It was hard to keep one's composure in this sweltering summer heat, and now, England's dress shirt was starting to hug at his back under the weight of all his sweat. It felt as if the damn thing was pasted to his skin and he cringed at the uncomfortable sensation. In spite of all of his good intentions, England had to be rewarded with a scorching afternoon sun fully intent on incapacitating him with a suffocating heat wave, and it looked as if there was no letting up. Global warming indeed, England couldn't wait for these meetings to be over so he could go back to his cool, cloudy paradise of London.
As England toyed with the idea of kicking down the large, Victorian oak barrier, he heard a sudden noise come from within the home. The sound of breaking glass piqued his curiosity and he cautiously let his hand turn the doorknob. Brilliant, the front door was unlocked. Now England could find his friend and finally put this whole mystery to rest. England opened the door, and what he found shocked him.
A/N: Alright, my first attempt at fan fiction. Was it good? Bad? Let me know what you guys think.