There were days where England seriously considered becoming neutral, if only to avoid the absolute idiots he was forced to deal with on a daily basis. Somehow, his allies had come up with the idea he was an excellent problem solver and decided he should be consulted for all of their conflicts, ignoring that he had plenty of his own to deal with.
The blond sighed in relief as the door to his office slammed shut. France had shown up at his house that morning with a very angry Swiss. From what England could understand, France had attempted to hit on Lichtenstein, to which Switzerland had reacted horribly to. Luckily, the meeting was able to solve the problem with out anyone being shot.
England sighed again when he heard pounding on his front door. "If that's Russia asking me to help him curse someone again, I swear I'll pull my hair out." The nation muttered to himself.
"Hey Iggy!" A voice yelled from outside. "Are you gonna answer the door or not?"
Another sigh. Perhaps Russia would have been the better option.
"Hello, America." He said, opening the door.
"Dude, you took forever to get here. You better not be turning into an old-"
"Just tell me why you're here!" England interrupted.
"I'm having an emergency." America informed him.
England waited for him to continue. Seeing the former colony had no plans to start speaking with out encouragement, England gave in. "And what is that emergency?"
"I want to change my name to AMERICA!"
There were a few seconds of silence. "Isn't your name already America?"
The other nation rolled his eyes. "Not America. AMERICA! All caps with an exclamation point at the end."
England stared at him. "...but why?"
"You really need to have everything spoon-fed to you, don't you?"
Oh the irony.
"Anyway," The American continued, "I think it would add more excitement to my name. Plus, it would show how truly epic I am!"
England, for the first time in his very long life, had absolutely no idea how to respond. How would someone even come up with that?
"So," America said, smiling. "Is that a yes?"
That's when the other nation finally lost it. "No, you idiot! What could possibly have possessed you to ask such a stupid question? How could you even think I would have said yes?"
He continued to yell for another ten minutes, before he finally ran out of insults.
"I'm just going to let myself out..." America said, sounding a bit terrified.
An hour later, England sat at his desk, watching the small Italian that sat crying before him. "Um...would you like me to call Germany to come pick you up?"
There was a sniffle, and then a tearful, "Yes please."
England picked up his phone, and dialled the familiar number.
"Hello, Germany? Italy got lost again..."
Sorry of anyone was out of character, this is my first time writing anything for Hetalia.
Also, I have an idea for a Hetalia story roughly based in Frankenstein. It would have Switzerland as Frankenstein, and Liechtenstein as a combination of the monster and Elizabeth. I still need someone for Clerval's part as well as others, so if you have any suggestions they would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-GS