A/N. First fan-fiction that I decided to publish. I'm not confident in my writing, so constructive feedback is welcome. :D
9am. It was a rainy, miserable morning. The sky cried on the gloomy civilians who in turn, tried their best to conceal theirs somewhat soaked heads. The breeze blew umbrellas away, making them sway to the rhythm of the wind.
One of them managed to fly past America's tremendous house, but the country personification didn't notice. He was the one flying.
Well, not literally. In his dream he was. Flying, whilst performing many risky twirls in the air, making the real feel ever so real. He had fun avoiding all the tall buildings of the American city. The dream was really enjoyable, it also relaxed his body, making him snore softly with a small grin developing at the corners of his lips.
That's when a loud crash came from downstairs, accompanied by alien swearing. Or maybe normal speech...Only America knew. The noise awakened America, making his eyes snap open at the ceiling, which was painted like the sky at night, black with outlined stars and planets. An astonishing view from his position. "Daaamn, I'm going to have to replace something. Hopefully, it's not Mattie's vase." He thought, before sticking his feet out from the warm bed.
America energetically leaped out of his king-size bed but pouted at the cold that greeted his uncovered arms. It made a shiver run down his spine. After putting on his brown glasses, he strolled downstairs without changing out of the adorable super-panda pyjamas that China gave him for his Independence Day. He gave his messy blond hair a rub, hoping that most of his bedhead went back to normal.
He started walking towards his living room. It was gigantic. The exterior of the doors that led to the living room was spray-painted with the bold blue words "Welcome to the USA!"
The walls inside the room were flooded with American flags, whilst the floor was packed with horror films and gaming consoles. He noticed Tony in the corner of the room typing away on his computer as if nothing happened.
"Dude, what did you break?" America spoke up, still massaging his blond hair.
Tony looked up at him, then after losing interest in the dull conversation, sent his eyes back to face his computer.
"Duuuuude. Do you expect me to go and check myself?" Whined America. He pulled his fingers out of his blond strand of hair and observed how Tony moved his head to face him again.
Tony looked at him with a blank face. America took that as a challenge, for a staring contest.
Soon America's eyes became red and stingy, forcing him to blink. He grumbled something and marched towards the trash can in the kitchen, sighing out with relief after discovering that only a glass cup got cracked.
After entering the living room once more, America yawned, mouth open wide, and stretched his arms out in the air making his bones crack. Afterwards, he let himself, loudly, fall onto the sofa. Softly, he landed on the pillow that lay at the arm of the couch and opened one of the doughnut boxes greedily. He smiled at the doughnuts as if they were something he had long awaited for. If England was there he'd probably say:
"At the very least, have a normal breakfast you git."
America got a sudden urge to go to England's house. Not only did he want to annoy the older male, he also had something he wanted to talk to England about. He hasn't seen the Briton since the last world meeting where they discussed a possible upcoming attack. The meeting was a mess but wasn't it always...
America decided to visit England's home. However, first he had something more important to do.
He needed to finish the new PlayStation game that Japan gave him to test out. It was called 'Naruto Shippuden Ultimate Ninja Storm 4'. Japan wanted to know how good the games based off his most popular anime really were. Therefore, he asked America to test them out from time to time, as he wanted an honest opinion from a gamer.
America looked at his huge bookshelf, which was placed right next to the sofa. It was placed there to make it easier for him to grab stuff. The bookshelf had a wide of items inside it. here were comics, astronomy books, books on the history of America, games and films.
The Nation had filmed most of the films himself and swelled up with pride when he looked at them. The collection included "Captain America", "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles", "Batman", "The Mark of Zorro" and many other superhero films. The ones that he didn't film, but were there anyway, included films from other countries that made him tear up at either the main character's heroism or out of freight.
He made a sudden "Aha!" noise after finding the game he was looking for, with a mouth full of doughnuts. He walked over to the TV to switch it, and the Playstation, on. He inserted the CD before advancing back to his position on the sofa.
The blond reached out for another doughnut and after stuffing it in his mouth, he reached for the console that was placed on the sofa right next to him. The room was then filled with a loud noise ringing in America's ears, which was the noise of combat coming from the plasma TV. America started to shout, he wanted the whole world to hear about how he'll 'Save the ninja world and become the Hokage'.
On the other side of the world, England was scowling at the documents in front of him. The 'frog' sent him his work, begging England to fix his new political and economic issues. At first, England was going to decline, but after hearing France's sick voice over the phone, he agreed to help out.
*Flashback*
"Mon ami, I need to ask a favour of you."
"What is it frog?" Hissed England, the grumpy Nation was leaning on his bedside table in frustration. Being awakened from his peaceful slumber by an annoying ringtone… It made his blood boil. However, his frown relaxed when he heard dry coughs come from the other Nation. He would never admit to this, but the sudden call and coughing made him severely worried.
"Anglettere, do you have any paperwork to do?"
England's feigned annoyance but took this as an opportunity to show his superiority over the French man.
"Of course, I don't." He snorted. "I finished them right after my boss produced them. Unlike you, flirting around, I actually get some work done." He couldn't hold back the sneer.
"It's okay mon ami" Breathed out France, with sympathy, before coughing again. "I'm sure you'll be invited out to a party someday..."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Irritation scratched at England's mind, causing him to get all hot and bothered.
"... Sorry, I don't have the energy to argue with you right now."
"...What?" Even England's eyebrows jumped up in surprise. France actually apologized to him...Willingly... Something must be definitely wrong.
"I've been wondering if you could... "
"Wait a minute!" England massaged his forehead before hissing at the phone. "Are you asking me to do your work for you?!"
"...Yes"
"Why in the Queen's name would I do that? Especially, for someone who just insulted me."
"I thought gentlemen didn't refuse the sick and beautiful. Does my beauté not reach you through the phone?"
"...Of course, it doesn't. But alright, I'll do it. Just shut up and hang up, remember the time difference."
"What time difference? The clocks in our hearts tick in the same way. Does the gap between our time-zones upset you? Oh, don't worry Iggy, an hour is nothing~"
England put the phone down and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. It would take a while, but France was sure to disconnect after figuring out that he's talking to himself. Which made England sneer as he found himself a bit amused by the thought of France, sick little France, talking to himself over the phone.
*End of flashback*
And now here he was, with enough papers to build the next Mount Everest. France must have saved them up over the last couple of months. The Frenchman did care for his country but thought it was more beneficial to intervene with the love lives of his people instead of their financial problems. England felt both used and tricked by Frances scheme. The hatred that he felt towards the frog tripled, along with the popping vein on his forehead. Even though France seemed to be ill he just used the opportunity to dump his work onto someone else.
It was surprisingly warm in his country today. Therefore, England sat down in his well looked after garden. He had a garden table and bench that he sat on, underneath an oak tree that shielded him from the heat rays of the sun. England sighed and thought about how he planted that tree with America over a hundred years ago. It still stood proudly and since oaks live for a long period of time, it would probably last a few hundred more. He took good care of it and trimmed the branches himself.
'Hero' was carved on its trunk. Even though it was carved a long time ago it hasn't healed and the wonky carving of a child was still there. A long time ago, small America carved it out with a pocket knife that England gave him, just in case France appeared and tried to do anything perverted to the child...
After he noticed small America carving, England wanted to scold the blond child about hurting the tree. However, after seeing his bright smile at his first ever carving, England let it slide. England was always lenient with that child's smile...
"Ve ~" England snapped out of his nostalgia and glared at the bushes, on the other side of his huge garden. He wasn't surprised about the intruders but glanced around to make sure that they didn't damage anything on his ornamental grounds.
He started scanning the right-hand side of the garden with his eyes. Peonies, the flowers of riches and honour, (England planted them for their meaning) were all the same as they were yesterday, proudly lifting themselves up towards the sunlight. He then checked the left side of the garden. The Daffodils that he planted in old pots were also alright, and Tulips... The Tulips were the closest to the big bushes and it seemed as though a careless Italian stood on one. England got up from the table full of papers and walked towards the flower. He picked it up from the ground and started walking back towards his house, where he could put the damaged flower in a vase. As he headed back, he overheard a conversation coming from the bushes:
"Ve ~ But Germany! It's my fault that the pretty flower is hurt~! "
"Italy, be quiet. At least you know to be more careful next time."
"But Germanyyyyyy I want to apologize to England with a hug! He looked sad~!"
"...He looked more angry than sad, Italy."
"He still needs a hug~. He's lonely. Why not flap the white flags and have some pasta with him~? "
"Italy! What did I tell you about not surrendering?!"
"Ve ~ But what are we doing in the bushes anyway~?"
"..."
"Idiots." Muttered England as he slid open the back doors of his house. He walked into the kitchen, to see Germany and Italy running away, through his kitchen window. As he started pouring water into one of the vases, he observed how they ran to a parked car on the side of the road. Japan was at the driver's seat, relief flooding his face at seeing Germany and Italy in one piece.
"Ve~ Germany. What are we doing in England again? ~" Veneziano skipped down one of the London streets. Germany didn't hear, he and Japan were both deep in thought about the spying failure.
"You nearly got caught Germany-san."
"Yeah." Germany nodded and the two of them fell into a comfortable silence. The silence didn't last long. Italy grinned at the sight of an ice cream van, after a moment of hesitation, threw himself at Germany.
"Italy...What..."
"Germany, Germany, buy me ice-cream. I did well, I did well, I didn't run away alone or surrender right?"
"...Yeah"
Veneziano's face lit up, he grabbed Germany by the sleeve and started running. Germany was then pulled along to an ice cream van; Japan followed behind them with a small smile on his face.
"Ve~ Germany~ Do you think they have pasta flavoured ice cream?" Veneziano asked as he looked at Germany, whilst finally let go of the sleeve.
"No Italy..."Germany frowned "...would that even taste good?" They finished running and now stood in a long queue behind many kids. The queue was long since such warm weather in England was, rather rare, and the parents wanted to use the opportunity to spoil their children a little.
"Your country came up with spaghettieis and that ice cream is quite good~" Mused north Italy. He had to cover his eyes with his hands as the sun was blinding.
"It... might look like spaghetti... but it's only a German ice cream dish... made to look like a plate of spaghetti, Italy-san." Interrupted Japan, who finally caught up and was out of breath. He looked at the ice cream truck with displeasure. In his opinion, the ice cream wasn't that nice looking. He didn't say anything, that was the best option which would keep Italy happy.
"Oh, we have spaghetti gelato at our place too! I had some with Romano once..." Suddenly, Veneziano came to a halt. "Oh no! I forgot to lock the door to my house! Sorry Germany, sorry Japan, I need to go home! Fratello will be angry with me!"
Japan and Germany observed Italy's figure which became smaller and smaller, until being fully out of sight. They've never seen the brunette run so fast before.
