It was a quiet, peaceful Sunday morning. England was sitting outside of his home in front of his garden, cup of tea in hand. Ah, yes, he thought to himself, closing his eyes. This is nice. No bloody distractions, no bloody ally meetings to squander my time away at, no bloody America. He smiled. No…bloody…America. The light breeze ruffled his hair slightly, and he sank back into his chair and began to relax…
"Yo! England!" The familiar excited voice made England jump, fall out of his chair, and drop his teacup.
"AMERICA!" England yelled, looking up quickly and trying to still look dignified with his hair askew and tea all over his pants. America laughed, blue eyes sparkling, and held out his hand.
England sighed, scowling, and closed his eyes again. "What the hell are you doing here America? Don't I see enough of you at the bloody ally meetings?" At those words the pasta-loving Italian waltzed out from behind America wearing a collar and a leash, smiling.
"But don't you like a-seeing America? He's so cute!"
England jumped up, oddly flushed. "No, no I don't!" He turned to America. "And what the hell is he doing here?" America grinned.
"Yeah, well, Germany had to go out so I'm on babysitting duty," he replied, indicating the leash. "I didn't know how to entertain him so I brought him here,"
"Yea!" Italy shouted, "It's-a fieldtrip to England's house!"
England could feel his teeth grinding together. Which wasn't a good thing, since teeth grinding would make his teeth even worse. Ha ha.
Italy proceeded to run around in circles and then stopped: "Oohhhhhh Eeeenng-laaand!"
"What? Youbloodlylittleitalian…"
"You know you make way too many references to blood in your language, Iggy"
"SHUT UP AMERICA!"
"A-ha-ha England! England! I have a surprise for you! Lookit what Germany gave me the other day! He tol' me it was a secret weapon against you an' not to show it to aaaanybody!" Italy giggled and ran about in circles again, now holding up a thin blue book. "Your old yeaaarrr-boookkk pic-tures!"
*America and England: frozen in equal faces of shock*
"Let me see it Italy let me see it!"
"GRAHHHHH NOO AMERICA NOOO! Give that here you little hooligan!"
Italy just giggled and held it out of England's reach. He opened it…
"Omigod! England dude was that you?"
"GRAHH! GRaaahhhhh stop it America stop looking! Giveitback giveitback!"
"America lookit this picture!"
"Whoa. Dude knew howta party :o "
"An' that one! An' that one!"
"Omigod!"
"This one's my faaavourite ^ ^ "
"W-wh-wh—whoa!"
"Hahahahaha look!"
"You were in a boyband?"
*England: look of total horror, twitching on the floor in a puddle*