"England, mon chèri! It is so nice to see your… ummm… well your lovely-…no…um your…help me out here America, your…"

"Your idiosyncratic features" The American interceded.

"Oui! A perfect word for a less then perfect face. Oh England it surprised me when you called and invited us over. I haven't been to this murky and damp hell-hole in ages!" Francis sighed as he looked over at the atrocious curtains.

England sighed and rubbed his temple. " I think what's even more surprising is America's correct use of the word idiosyncratic. Were the hell did you learn that?"

Alfred looked over from the couch that he had thrown himself on upon arrival at Arthur's house. "Oh, that. I was playing a game of truth or dare with some of the states… one thing lead to the other and Delaware started hitting Hawaii over the head with his raccoon hat yelling ' your idiosyncrasies are the reason why you weren't a state until '59'. I wanted to make sure Delaware wasn't cursing at a small chibi, so I looked it up. Did you guys know that google doesn't just search the web, but it has a dictionary and translator too?"

England rolled his eyes before turning to the Frenchman. " I thought you chaps decided to come tomorrow because you had a dinner date with Spain and America was going to a Ariana Grand concert."

America looked up at Brit from the small television he had turned on. "First off, it's Ariana Grande. Second, I lost all respect for her when she licked that donut. No way to treat such a powdery pastry filled with fluffy goodness." Alfred looked down at his hands while fighting off tears.

"Oui" France shook his head while sauntering over to the window to inspect the unfashionable curtains some more. "I decided Spain and I need to stop fooling around together if he ever wants that rude little Italian to fall for him. It was in his best interests that I cancelled and came here." France explained. He decided that he had looked at the gross drapes for far to long now and decided to find a new article of clothing he could examine. Francis scanned the room until his eyes fell upon England's barf green uniform. Ah, an area that always needs improvement. France took a closer look at the out of season cufflinks his ally sported. Ughhh, seriously, doesn't he care anything about his appearance? The Frenchman looked for another area to scrutinize but his eyes caught a glimmer of silver located near Arthur's hands. Ohh, shiny.

"What is in your sweaty hairy palms that could admit such a sparkle, black sheep?" France asked smugly as he walked back to England. Arthur opened up his hand to reveal a key chain.

"Oh bullocks! I completely forgot! I was going to pick up Canada just before you and America arrived. Ah, I must be incredibly late by now. I hope he can forgive me!" England hurried out his front door leaving the Frenchmen and American inside.

"Wait, who?" America looked confusingly at the older country. " Is that another one of England's imaginary friends? Canada and the floating cherry rabbit?"

"The name does sound awfully familiar. Perhaps I have visited there before? Hmm, Canada sounds American Indian to me…" Francis wondered aloud.

America gasped loudly before scolding the other nation. " The term is Native American! Don't insult the beautiful race and culture with your ignorant vocabulary!"

"Oh you Americans are so quick to chastise others for being politically correct when yourselves cannot distinguish Russian from Norwegian."

"Hey, I know the difference! 'I'm gonna beat you up' in Russian is 'kolkolkol', and in Norwegian is 'Denmark!'."

"Uh stupid American!"

"weird snail eater!"

The front door then swung open revealing a Englishmen and a Canadian. America and France both stood up and walked over to the door were England was talking to Matthew.

"I'm am truly happy you could come, I haven't seen you in such a long time, but you have changed so much! Your hair is longer and you've grown quite a few inches. How have the last few years treated you?"

" Well they've been alright, I guess. Our hockey team won the last Olympic Games, that was nice!" Matthew softly spoke.

"Mattie" Canada was soon surrounded by Alfred's embrace and the strong aroma of hamburger grease.

"Oh now I remember of course! Matthew!" Francis joined the hug with a sigh, slowly reaching his arm done guessing which one of the North Americans butts he would have the pleasure of groping.

"Oh stop suffocating him, idiots! And you froggy bastard would do well to not sexually harass him either."

"Oh, Britain. Spoiling all the fun again!" With an exasperated sigh France let go, but not before giving a sneaky pinch to the unsuspecting Canadian's firm ass.

America withdrew as well and spoke to his brother. "So any plans? Of course not! There is this new burger restaurant-"

"um, Ameri-"

"I've been dying to try-"

"Alfred, I-"

"So, it would make sense to go!"

"America, I um, I'm sorry to tell you this but I already, well, have plans." Canada looked down at his feet apologetically so he would have to see the heartbroken American's face.

"Yes, that's right. Canada and I have tickets to see the ballet. It was a sold-out and very popular show. I'm surprised I managed to scrape together two tickets. I'm very sorry blokes, I just didn't know you would be here." Arthur explained to the uninvited nations, the Brit then checked his watch.

"Well, the show starts in 15 minutes so we must depart. Ready Matthew?"

"Y-y-yes, bye Alfie, Francis" Arthur and Matthew opened the front door.

America and France gave murmurs along the lines of 'I don't like the ballet anyways'.

The door closed.

"I love the ballet!"

"Me too! Si volgaire!" Francis agreed. "And of all the people to waste a ticket on. He should have given it to me, I'm his favorite after all." The Frenchmen huffed, looking over to see a pissed off American.

"Hold up! You're the favorite?"

"Oui, oui! Haven't you ever heard the girl scout song about making friends? It clearly states that older friends are gold compared to the silver new friends. Case in point Alfie, I am the gold pocket watch on Arthur's wrist while you are the pathetic, bent-out-of-shape silver ashtray."

"I'm sure England loves having a friend that reminds him of peeing every time you say yes."

"Your silly language is the one that is messed up!"

"And now you are insulting his language! Shall I start writing these discredits down, Francis?"

"I wasn't aware you knew how to write, Alfred?"

"England taught me, right before he taught me how to kiss!"

"Who do you think taught him?"

"You didn't exactly do a good job."

"I know he is a slow learner." France crossed his arms "England was friends with me first and he will spend more time with me!"

"well" America snarled. " England chose to be friends with me, he was stuck with you! He will want to spend more time with me!"

Both the Frenchmen and the American turned on their heels and stomped away from each other.

"It is on like Donkey Kong, France!" America shouted in the distance.

Hi everyone, thank you so much for reading! The idea for this fanfic wasn't mine it was redeyesofhell's idea, but the writing is all mine. I don't own any of the characters or Hetalia. I hope everyone enjoyed it! I'll try to update as soon as possible! ^J^