England had just put up his morning tea. The boiler was whistling happily. There was nothing better than a calm morning alone with a tea and a good book. Without anyone there to disturb him. At least that was, what he had hoped, when two firm knocks interrupted him, before he could pour hot water in a cup and proceed in making an Earl Grey for himself.
Sighing in annoyance, he shuffled over to the door. It couldn't be France. He'd gone to his monthly 'get-together' week with his two best friends to only god knows where. Maybe it was America, or Sealand, coming to bother him. Or probably his other brothers, wanting the same. They never announced before, that they'd come over, before they did. His family was annoying...
But at the sight of who was standing in front of his door, he wished, he had never opened it.
There was indeed one of those people, he had expected. Sealand was the first one, he saw. He looked pale and horrified. Never before had England seen him like that. Then two green eyes raised to see the reason of his horror. Russia. With a body - dead or alive or unconscious, England couldn't tell - over his shoulder.
"Privet, England. I've got a favour to ask of you. I'm sure, you'll help me, da? It'd be fun to play with Sealand too, though...", Russia gave a childish smile and walked past England, pushing Sealand along with his faucet pipe.
Day and tea ruined. In the worst way possible.