Author's Note: I love this pairing…
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia Axis Powers… or any of the countries… except when I get lucky at Risk (Strategy: Dominate Kamchatka for its awesome name, uh, I mean, natural resources…)
Warnings: Mild BL (France x England) and America actually saying something intelligent… beware… the shock may just be enough to kill you… D:
England didn't like it.
He was always the first to arrive at the meetings of the Allies. That wasn't unusual. In fact, he rather enjoyed being alone in the conference room without the idiot, the pervert, the sociopath, and the… the… Well, he couldn't immediately think of a single word to describe China, but England still enjoyed being alone in the conference room before he showed up. He even showed up an hour before the scheduled meeting time to make sure he was first.
But that day, something horrible had happened. Something almost unspeakable. Never had England expected this to happen. Perhaps he would never be early again, just to avoid a repeat of such an occurrence…
America showed up half an hour early.
England could hardly think of anything more hellish than spending the next half an hour alone in a room with that moron. He could just feel himself getting dumber as he sat across the table from… ugh… America. England wondered where he had gone wrong with that one. England stared at his feet and hoped that someone would come soon to spare him from this misery.
"Hey, England…" America leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the table. "How's it going? I bet you're failing like always!"
"Get your feet off the table," England muttered. "It's impolite. And sit in your chair right. You might fall over and break your neck, and I don't want to have to clean up the mess."
"Yep, you're England, all right." America proceeded to do neither of those things.
England made no reply.
"Hey, England, why do you act like you hate France so much?"
England very nearly fell over. "Where on earth did that come from, you git?!"
"Just wondering. I mean, you do act like you hate him a lot…"
"I do hate him a lot!"
"But you have so much in common!"
"Oh, yeah?! Like what?!"
"Well, first off, you're both perverts on wheels…"
"I am nothing like that perverted wino! And I do hate him! Always have!"
"If you say so! But why?"
"You wouldn't understand!" England spat. "It goes way back, before you were born!"
America merely shrugged. "But England, isn't it time you two stopped fighting the Hundred Years' War?"
England stood and stumbled out of the room. America smiled and relished the thought that he would finally be the first one in the meeting room.
England ran down the halls. He didn't know where he was headed, but he didn't care, so long as it was away from the conference room. He couldn't let that bastard America see how badly he was shaken up. And what did that git know about it anyway? He didn't know anything, anything at all. The Hundred Years' War, what a cheap shot…
"No, no, no…" England muttered as he realized that he was tearing up. "I have nothing to do with that pervert… Nothing at all… Stupid America…"
Author's Note: To be continued eventually! With flashbacks! :D Hooray for medieval history!