"Hey hey England!" America shouted enthusiastically. England wasn't looking forward to this upcoming conversation with America, as England had a splitting headache.
"I have to teach you a great song that you'd just love!" America explained. England raised a bushy eyebrow, skeptical. "Repeat after me: When I walk in the club, step aside." A soft 'oh shit!' could be heard out of America's mouth when he finishes the line. America did an elaborate dance move when he sang 'step aside' and ended with a flourish. A part of England thought that America was a good dancer and an even better singer. The majority of England just wanted to punch America for his sudden weirdness.
"When I walk in the club, step aside. Oh shit," England repeated blankly, unamused by the song even after a single line.
"I won't take that lack of enthusiasm!" America declared with too much enthusiasm.
"I hate you right now," England stated bitterly.
"I don't care. But I'll keep singing anyway. Pop the seats, don't be hatin' me in the line. Oh shit!" More dance moves by America accompanied the lyric.
"Pop the seats, don't be hatin' me in the line. Oh shit!" England repeated, this time in an embarrassed murmur. America's grin widened.
"Why are you so embarrassed to sing this song? You're doing fine!"
"I am embarrassed because I am the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. I should not be reduced to singing about some club in London."
"…..But it's funny."
"No, it's not." America pouted, as if England wounded America by disagreeing with him.
"What are you pouting about?" England demanded.
"Oh nothing," America said, with a dismissive hand wave, "you just broke my heart, shattered my soul and completely ruined my self esteem with that one biting comment." England's face turned completely blank, utterly speechless at what America just explained.
"All that feeling came from one throw away line?" America nodded furiously.
"You really are an idiot."
"Am not!"
"You are and I think you need to be aware of this concept," England explained, his patience wearing thin. America, however, didn't seem to care.
"I am not an idiot and I think you need to be aware of this concept." America retorted, a twinge of defensiveness in his voice.
"Don't mock me!" England half-screams.
"Don't mock me!" America stated, trying (and failing) to mimic England. England pouted.
"I want to never talk to you again, you idiot," England said angrily. With that, he stormed off while mumbling curses in a language America didn't understand. In response to England's weirdness, America blinked in confusion.
"See ya tomorrow, England!"
A/N: I don't own the The Black Eyed Peas song London Bridge. Reviews would be nice…