Chapter 1, Who is he?
Today was another day of being in a world meeting. Well, to everyone who was involved in it anyway. You know the basics; England fighting with France, America saying that he's the hero, Italy day-dreaming about pasta, Germany yelling at everyone to be quiet and start the meeting, you know yada yada yada. So yeah all is well and normal for the world. Right?
"So yeah, dudes! That's my plan for stopping the world from global warming!" said America. A lot of the countries sighed silently, it was the what? The billionth time that America had brought it up.
"America, for the last time. A giant robot cannot be built to save the earth from global warming!" said England. "Frankly freezing the o-zone layer sounds like a far better and realistic plan," he muttered. (A/n: Cookies to whoever gets the reference! I'll give you a hint, it's from a book series. Carry on) The nations who caught what he said nodded silently.
"But dude! That's a wayyyyyy lamer plan than mine! Besides it could be possible in the future ya know!" argued America.
"America, all though it is possible. We are not even close to building a flying car, much less a giant robot you idiot," England said. It was obvious to anyone (except maybe America) that England was tired. Whether it was from America or having so much workload was the question. America pouted, although he didn't want to admit it England was a tiny bit-, ok no he was right,
"But still dude, it's totally possible. And I'm gonna do it cause I'm the hero!" At that England looked just about ready to slam his head on the table in front of him, he didn't even bother to correct the "hero's" grammar. Though some nations did hear a faint, 'It's going to, not gonna you bloody wanker'.
"Ohonhonhonhhonhon, looks like Angleterre is tired. A restless night perhaps?" France said raising his eyebrows suggestively. England, (who had indeed placed his head on the table in front of him) muttered something that was muffled underneath the sleeves of his suit.
"What was zat Angleterre?" England finally lifted his head to reveal a face along the lines of extremely tired and extremely pissed off, "I said that it was nothing of the like you bloody Frog, now fuck off". And so went back to putting his head on the table. Germany cleared his throat,
"Ah well, this concludes the last of our meeting, so every one you can go home". With that every one got up and started the journey of going back to their own countries. England was the first out of the meeting room with his brief case in tow, and ready to yell at anyone who tried to stop him from going home. Sensing the menacing aura that England gave off they just avoided him and let him get his way. Except for the ex-allies and ex-axis with a couple of extras.
"So dudes, does anyone know why Iggy was grumpy? And I mean moregrumpier than usual", said America. The other nations shook their head,
"Ja, Eyebrows never get's zis grumpy, not even when Francy-pants gets him mad" said the awesome Prussia.
"Si, not even during our pirate days" said Spain. The other nations began thinking, and thinking, and thinking, and thinking, until Italy came up with a surprisingly bright idea,
"Vee~ Maybe we should follow England?" Everyone thought about it, yeah it did seem like a good plan.
"Alright, so it's decided. We shall all get tickets to see England and see what is wrong" said Germany, the other Nations nodded in agreement.
London, England:
England sighed as he walked through his door,
"I can't believe the P.M had me do paperwork, at 4:00 in the morning no less" he grumbled. Seating himself on the couch, not bothering to take of his suit he decided to just stay here and rest for a while. Maybe take a nap, "Bloody hell, if I wasn't a nation. I'm sure I would have died of high blood presume because of those gits" he muttered falling into the bliss spell that is sleep. A man in the far corner, next to the kitchen, chuckled at the sight. He hardly ever sleeps curled up anymore, it be best to just leave him be. Any idiot would know he's had a long tiring day, perhaps some tea is in order, thought the man. He walked into the kitchen and started up the kettle, unaware of the curtains in the living room being lifted a tiny bit. Jealous eyes peered into the living room as the man brought back the tea and gently swiped the hair out of Englands face.
"Who the hell is that bastardo?" hissed Romano. Some nations nodded silently.
"Kol kol kol kol kol kol kol kol kol, no one touches what's mine"
"HEY HE'S NOT YOURS COMIE BASTARD!"
The man inside raised his head in surprise, the neighborhood was a normally quiet one. He frowned in confusion,
"Bastards, they bother me even in my country" grumbled England as he lifted his head from the couch. The man chuckled at the clearly negative response, "They maybe worried Arthur, you were grumpier than usual at the meeting I believe. With the P.M not giving any warnings and making you stay awake till 4:00 and all" That solves the noise outside then, the man picked up the newly brewed Earl Grey tea and handed it to England. Who accepted it gratefully, "Thank you, I'm going to need this before I murder them all". After finishing the tea, England stood up placed the tea on the table. He stomped toward the door and forcefully opened the door. The rather loud voices stopped instantly.
"What the bloody hell are you bastards doing here?!" hissed England, eyes narrowing.
"Who's the guy Iggy?" England's eyes narrowed even more, "That's none of your business you twit"
"Si who is the man Inglettera?" said Spain, eyes filled with something England couldn't place. The man stood from the couch and walked over to England looking at the other nations over England's shoulder. The man had black hair, with blond tips, along with a black suit, and green vest, with also very large eyebrows,
"Ah excuse me, are you talking about me? By the way, my name is William Kirkland".
Ah my first Fanfiction here so yeah, fave and review. Sorry if there are many Spelling or Grammer problems here, it's kind of hard to edit on a tablet so yeah. Bye! If I get at least 1 person to review I'll work on Chapter 2.