XXX= Time skip

"This meeting is dismissed for today. Remember that we will come back to this same room on Wednesday at nine thirty." With that Germany collected his briefcase, and almost made it to the large mahogany door before a certain Italian called out.

"Germany, wait!" Germany paused at the door, letting the rest of the nations pass as they exited the meeting room. Only Germany, Italy, America, and England remained.

"What is it Italy?"

"I dropped my papers all over the floor!"

Germany sighed before walking over to help his friend, "Why are you so unorganized?"

"Remind me that there is a meeting Wednesday, at nine thirty in the morning," America said.

"Ok. I will remind you," A robotic voice said back.

"Ve, that is so amazing!"

The Italian snatched America's phone from his hand, "Where can I get pasta?"

"There are seven Italian restaurants near you." Italy jumped up and down in excitement, completely forgetting that he left Germany to clean up his mess alone. While Italy was trying to decide which restaurant to go to, Germany put a pile of now neatly stacked papers into Italy's briefcase.

"I know what you're thinking, and we are not going out to eat. I already prepared dinner before we left for the meeting." Germany said in a stern voice. He was hoping that his glare will be enough to order Italy not to complain.

"I don't wanna interrupt, but can I have my phone back?" That was enough to distract Italy for a moment. He looked slightly upset to give the talking electronic back to the American. America felt the rectangular object slip into his hand. "Thanks." He readjusted his glasses and noticed a blonde headed figure talking on his phone in a hushed voice. "Sup British dude?" America called out from the other side of the room.

The thick eye browed man continued talking on the phone for a minute, most likely saying his goodbyes before hanging up. "Do not call me dude, America. You bloody wanker. Anyway I do not believe it is any of your business, so nothing is up."

"Sorry Iggs, it's just a conversation starter. So who were you talking to?"

"I was talking to my boss, and I told you not to call me that!" Ever since Japan called him Igirisu in front of America, he has been calling England Iggs just to be a pain in the ass. England decided to change the subject. "So did you try those scones I gave you last time I visited?"

"Yup!"

"And?"

"I threw them out."

England stared at America in shock, "Why would you do something so dreadful?"

America shrugged, "They tasted like blocks of lead."

England exploded, "You git! Those scones were a recipe passed down by my mumsie!" He was shaking in anger now. How dare he say such things about fine British cuisine?

The young country rolled his eyes, "As if your cooking hasn't been called terrible before. Also your mumsie must have sucked at cooking too."

"Don't you talk about my mumsie like that unless you want a thrashing!" America knew he was serious this time. The brit's face was red and his eyes were full of fury. That didn't stop him from pushing England closer to the edge though.

"Oh I'm sooooo scared," America said sarcastically.

England glared at his ex-brother, "I'm not joking, wanker! I'm still mad at you for the Revolutionary War!"

Not this again! America only heard this rant a thousand times. He could probably recite it word from word. "Dude, you sure know how to hold a grudge!"

"Will you two be quiet?" Germany yelled.

"Iggy's the one yelling, not me."

"Ve, Germany I want pasta!"

"Nien! I already made diner! I have potatoes on the sto- scheisse, I left the stove on!"

The possibility that their hotel room caught on fire did not stop Italy from whining, "But I want pasta!"

"We should all eat McDonalds," America suggested.

"You fat fuc-"

"Stop eating carbohydrates! They make you weak," Germany interrupted.

"I'm not fat," said the American. He hates it when people called him overweight. Like they don't have fat people in their country!

"But carbohydrates are delicious!" Germany should eat more pasta! Then they could go eat at Italian restaurants every day.

"YES YOU ARE! Stop eating so much bloody fast food!"

All this commotion almost made Germany forget about the stove, "Let's go Italy, the stove is still on." He grabbed Italy's briefcase, and left while the Italian walked beside him, still talking about pasta. The fighting continued.

"My fast food is way better than your scones will ever be," America stuck out his tongue.

England was so tempted to cut off the boy's tongue with his pocket knife for saying that. "I don't get fat from my scones!"

"No, you practically starve to death, because those things are not edible."

"You used to eat them all the time when you were little! YOU LOVED THEM!" England looked as if he was about to cry.

Seeing this, America realized that things got out of hand. "Dude, you ok?"

England hesitated, am I ok? "I don't know."

America nodded. As much as he dislikes the country right now, he doesn't want to see England cry. "How about we both call the quits," he held out his hand. "Truths?"

England shook it, "Truths. How about we go get a drink?"

"Alright man! Since we're in my country, we can't really go to a bar. I got some alcohol at my place."

"Very well, I forgot that you are only nineteen," England paused. "Wait, why exactly do you have liquor at your house if it's illegal for you to drink?" Nations usually followed their own laws, especially in their own country.

"France," America simply answered. He got a new bottle of alcohol every time France visited. "He said he felt bad for me since I can't drink or buy alcohol, so he stops by every once in a while to give me some."

Of course it was that frog who gave the kid rum! "Remind me to have a talk with France."

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America was finally done with cleaning his house. He made a mental note to never have England over to drink ever again. All night the island nation was screaming and yelling at him. He should have just sat through the tantrum, because when America tried to calm England down, he went on a full rampage. Knocking furniture over, throwing plates, every room was destroyed except for the room he didn't know existed. America was happy he kept the storage room locked. He lifted the wet mop from the hard wood floor, and placed it into the mop bucket. Rolling the mop bucket into the kitchen and leaving it there for now, the dirty blonde checked the time. 6:00 pm. He has been cleaning for more than twelve hours, and he was hungry. America decided to order some pizza. He was just about to pull out his phone when he heard a groan.

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England opened his eyes to not find himself in his bed, but on somebody's couch. Where the bloody hell am I? He started to observe his surroundings. He was able to conclude that he was in a living room. But who's? The couch was large and comfy, and right in front of him was a large plasma screen TV with every game system connected to it. The Wii, Xbox, a VCR player, a DVD player, game cube, play station 1, 2, and 3, even an Atari. He was at America's house. But why?

"AMERICA!" America heard his name being called in a British accent. Hoping that the alcohol wore off by now, he entered the living room.

"What?"

"Why the hell am I on your couch?"

"Well I couldn't really send you on a plane back to your place while you were black out drunk."

England's face flushed in embarrassment, "You didn't…. do anything to me did you?"

America sighed. He knows how paranoid England can be sometimes. He can't really blame the guy though since he lives in Europe. He remembered France saying once he stripped England while he was sleeping, and moved his bed with England in it to a local park as a prank. It was probably hilarious to watch him freak out in the morning, but horrible to be in his shoes. "You still have your clothes on don't you? Anyway, I'm not France."

England let out a gasp, making the younger nation regret mentioning him. "W-What if France did something to me! What if you weren't looking and he-"

"Dude, I was watching you the whole time." America didn't like lying, but he just wanted England to stop shaking in his boots. There's no way France broke into his house anyway.

"You better not be lying, wanker!" He can usually tell when America's lying, but the hangover that was starting to settle in threw him off. England began to clutch his head in pain.

Noticing this, America made his voice go softer than usual. "Not lying. By the way what's a wanker?"

"If it were in the dictionary, your picture would be next to it."

"Man, I help you when your drunk off your ass and this is the thank you I get? Confusing words and dictionary insults?"

England grabbed the arm of the green couch for balance and forced himself to his feet. America tried to help, but got pushed away by the stubborn nation. He made his way to the door. "Yes now if you excuse me, I will be leaving now." Before America could say anything, England opened the front door only to be blinded by the sun. He stumbled back as a major migraine hit him. "OW OW OW OW OW!"

America ran to the bathroom and returned quickly with some Advil. "Dude, take these. The hero is here to help!"

England fell on the floor, "Close the bloody door! It's too bright!"

America shut the door, "Iggs, you need to stop drinking, look what you do to yourself!"

England got up, using the wall for support. "It helps keep me sane after dealing with your bullshit all day!" He started to curse at America once again.

He ignored every jab, "Whatever just take the pills."

"What did you do to them?"

"Nothing, they're just pain killers for your massive headache."

England swallowed the pills, "Do you mind if I stay here for a bit? It will be a pain to go to the airport right now."

America's eyes lit up, "Sure! We could eat pizza, and watch scary movies! Japan gave me a movie and it looks pretty awesome! It's called The Grudge.

The European nodded, "Just don't jump on me if it gets intense."

XXX

Twenty minutes into the movie and both nations are too scared to reach closer to the TV to grab another slice of pizza on the coffee table. England's hugging his legs to his chest, jumping every time something pops up on the screen. America is hugging a pink pillow, and is hiding his face into it.

"AHH!" England screamed as the ghost appeared. Then he silently cursed himself for being the first one to scream when the American is far more scared of these things. The super power country looked like he was on the verge of crying. Suddenly the young country scrambled over to England's side of the couch and wrapped his arms around his stomach.

"DUDE THIS IS TOO SCARY! WHY DIDN'T I WATCH THIS WITH JAPAN?! IT'S HIS MOVIE SO HE WOULDN'T BE AS SCARED AS ME! Wait," America looked up at the screen. "NOOOO! DON'T GO IN THERE! THAT'S WHERE SHE'S HIDING! SHE'S GOING TO KIL- AHHHHHHHHHHH!" His eyes widened in horror. "I TOLD YOU SHE WAS IN THERE AN- AHHHHHHHHH! THIS IS A BAD IDEA! WHY DID I WATCH THIS?!"

America was squeezing England so much that he couldn't breathe. "Amer…ica …get…off! He didn't hear England and continued screaming at the TV, he even tightened his grip on the island nation. England used the last of his strength to slap America. "Get…ah.." England's face turned blue and he blacked out.

America paused the movie, "England? England! No no no don't die! That's something burgers don't fix! What do I do? What would anybody else do? Oh I know!" America moved the passed out man on to the floor and started to give him CPR.

There are so many things that England likes to see when he wakes up. A cup of tea, the daily newspaper, some British cuisine, the list goes on and on. America kissing him is definitely not on that list. The angry blonde pushed America off of him, furiously blushing. "What the bloody hell are you doing?"

America's head slammed into the coffee table as England pushed him off. "Ouch! Why would you-" America realized what England was probably thinking, "No it's not what it looks like! You weren't breathing and I was giving you CPR!"

England was just about to punch him when his words sunk in. He let his fist fall to the side of his body. "Oh. Well, thanks I guess." The room fell into an awkward silence.

"So do you want to continue watching the movie?"

He stared at America in disbelief. Is he serious? After all the hell I went through, he just wants to continue with the movie? In the end, England couldn't think of a way to convince him otherwise. "Fine just don't jump on me!"

"Yes!" America fist pumped the air, "Anyway, you were the one who screamed first." He then pressed play and the movie continued.

England crossed his arms, "Did not."

"Did- AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

England plugged is ears, "I am not watching this if you continue to scream like that!"

America took a couple minutes to respond, then he let out a sigh of relief. "Good, now it's just a slow part!"

"I'm going to make some popcorn, where do you keep it."

"It's on the microwave, want me to pause the movie for you?"

"No keep watching."

"Alright."

England rushed to the kitchen, eager to get away from the screaming nation. I wonder how long it will take before he starts crying. He didn't even bother to look for the popcorn.

America watched England leave. It's ok. It's just one of the slow parts where they try to figure out why the ghost is killing people. I don't need England! Fuck ya! I can handle myself! I'm independent! Suddenly the movie started to pick up. God this is fucking scary! I can't do this. I can't do this! "ENNNNNNNNGLAAANNNNNNNNND!"

England ignored America's desperate cry, "Wanker."

"ENGLAND I NEED YOU I CAN'T WATCH IT ALONE! COME HER- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tears started to fall from America's eyes. "IT'S GOING TO GET ME IT'S GOING TO GET ME! HEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLP!"

England smiled and walked into the room casually, "You're all out of popcorn."

America paused the video and ran to hug England. "It's too scary, too scary!" The country continued to mumble nonsense.

England remembered how he did this when he was little, only with horror books, not horror films. Nothing changed with America and scary stories. You can beat him up and completely crush America, and he will not shed a tear. Show him a scary movie and he will end up… like this. "Go to bed America." He said patting America's head.

America sniffled, "but what about the rest of the movie?"

"Screw it. Go to bed and don't wet yourself." America didn't argue and left to use the shower. England flopped onto the couch, only to stand right back up. "ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU WET THE COUCH!"

America came into the living room wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. "I did not! I spilled a cup of water!"

There was indeed an empty cup on the floor, but England wasn't going to risk sleeping on the couch even when it dried. "I'm sleeping on the floor then."

"No need dude, there's a guest bedroom upstairs."

"I didn't know that."

"I thought you would since it was one of the rooms you destroyed on your drunken rampage."

England was too tired to try to figure out what the bloody hell America was talking about. He dragged his heavy feet up the stairs and threw himself onto the guest bed. He started to snore obnoxiously.

"See you in the morning," America called out. He then left to continue his shower.

XXX

Everything was dark, America opened his eyes to find himself in a house. He has never been here before but it looked very familiar. Then he heard a scream. England? England screamed again. England! Hang on I'm coming! America climbed the wide steps and ran into a random room. There was a wooden sliding door. Where did he see this before? A movie? Yes, a movie. It all came back to him. This was the haunted house in The Grudge. He backed away from the door knowing exactly what was behind it. He heard England scream again. Was he behind it with that thing? Before America could react, the door slid open. America froze in fear, for what he thought was going to be a pale Japanese ghost with long black hair. Instead, It was England, yet it wasn't. The thing had blond hair and thick eyebrows, but it's skin was pale, and it's eyes were completely black. England? The thing walked towards him. America tried to scream, but couldn't. He ran for the door. Too late. The thing grabbed his ankle and he fell. He could hear the beast laugh as it leaned over him. America knew what was going to happen next. He was going to die.

XXX

England woke hearing footsteps rush up the stairs. Knowing how America was with scary movies, he knew exactly what was about to happen. The door burst open and America ran to the bed crying. England couldn't have been more right. "America did you have a nightmare?" America nodded his head and continued to sob.

"I was in the cursed house and I heard screaming, so I ran up to that room and then…" He didn't continue.

England hugged America, "It was just a nightmare."

"But it seemed so real!"

"Why don't we go down stairs and I'll make you some tea? You do have tea right?"

America nodded, "Mmkay."

XXX

"Here," England handed America a hot cup of tea.

"Thanks," America finally calmed down and was able to smile a bit.

"No problem, tea is like a hug in a cup." That's what he always said to America whenever they had tea.

"Sorry I showed you the movie. I was just reading some of the reviews and how it said it was really scary, and I knew I couldn't watch it alone. So when you asked to stay I jumped at the chance."

England shook his head, "America you are such a fool." He placed his empty mug in the kitchen sink, "but I forgive you." He started to head upstairs.

America looked over at the microwave, "Hey! I didn't run out of popcorn!" England grinned as he made his way to the guest room. America finished his cup of tea and changed his bed sheets for reasons he would rather not talk about. He then changed his pajama pants and went to bed.

XXX

America woke up, took another shower because of yesterday's event, and started to cook waffles. When breakfast was done cooking, he went to go wake up England. As America walked into the guest room, he laughed at how much England was drooling. I will have to buy new pillows. "England wake up." He continued his loud snoring. America shook his shoulder. "Iggs, get up."

"Why?" England groaned.

"I made breakfast."

"It better not be McDonalds."

"Nope, it's a surprise."

"Fine," England lifted himself up to see the puddle he created. "America, I know you were upset last night, but did you really cry that much?

"No, you were just drooling all night."

"Oh." England followed America slowly down the stairs to find a table set for two. There were Belgium waffles and tea. That was enough to make him happy.

In the middle of their meal, America took out his cell phone. "America where are your table manners?"

"They will be back, right after I check my schedule for the day." America scrolled through his phone for a minute, then his eyes widened in shock. "Oh shit dude! We have a meeting today!"

"What?!" England jumped up from his chair and ran to the bathroom to tidy himself up. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just found out!"

"Bloody git!" England started to comb his hair with his fingers. "I need to borrow a nice looking suit from you."

"Ok," America called back. He rushed to his room and started to search his closet. He didn't have many suits. If he couldn't find one, he could always lend England the suit in his storage room. That option made him look harder. There was no way that he was going to give him that suit. Finally he found one. It was one of his suits that were completely itchy and uncomfortable, but he couldn't return because he lost the receipt. America knocked on the bathroom door. The door opened and he gave England the suit. "Here you go! You can also use the shower if you like."

England shook his head, "We're probably already running late. What time does it start?"

America checked his phone, "Thirty minutes ago."

"What?!" England slammed the bathroom door shut and started to get dressed. America did the same.

XXX

When they were ready to leave, they looked horrible. England didn't have a tie on and toilet paper was sticking to his shoe, while America didn't even brush his hair and was just wearing regular sneakers. They both got into America's car. "I wish Tony was here. He could just teleport us to the meeting, that's how I'm never late to any other meetings. He said he's working on a project in Pluto though."

"I'm sure that's where your common sense is too." England mumbled.

America ignored England, "Anyway, this meeting is just another one about global warming, so pretty much we argue, take a break, argue, then leave."

"If we make it."

XXX

"HAVE NO FEAR, THE HERO IS HERE!" America shouted as he burst through the door. Instead of the annoyed looks he usually gets, there was just Germany shuffling through some loose leaf paper.

"The meeting ended five minutes ago, dummkoph. Where were you?!"

"Dude, I had no idea we had a meeting! I just found out this morning."

"Zat is no excuse! I told you there was a meeting just this Monday! You were the host of the meeting, and you should have been here early! Next time there is a meeting in this country, you better know when it is!" Then the German stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

"He does have the right to be angry," England said.

"He's just pissed because the meeting probably ended the same way it always does."

"So they got nothing done," England thought about it for a moment. "Then I guess I'm glad I missed it."

"What do you want to do now?"

"My fairies need me." England said and started to walk away.

"Wait, What?"

"Since I wasn't home to feed Tinkerbell and Mary, they've probably eaten Flying Mint Bunny. I need to make sure they haven't." England continued to walk away with a delusional smile on his face, leaving America shocked and confused.

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Author's notes: If you are reading this then congratulations! You just read 3,949 words and are currently reading more! This is just a fun little role play that my friend Angie and I did. It was originally just a fun conversation on Facebook, but then we decided to make it a fanfiction. I put it into story version and Angie choose the title. Angie was Britain and Germany while I was America and Italy. We made France look kind of bad, but it's not like he didn't do worse things to Britain! (*cough* episode 35 *cough*) Did you ever look at a fanfiction and go, what, only 4,000 words? After writing this, I will never think that way again! No seriously, I wrote this all in one day and it took hours! We will probably make another chapter soon so if you like this story, then you have that to look forward to! Also we absolutely LOVE REVIEWS! I don't own Hetalia, just this story. That's it for now so…. PASTAAAAAAAA!