Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or England and America

(Honestly the fact that I have to write that I mean seriously If I owned it would I be writing Fanfiction!?)

Summary:

England's been having a very bad day but who should show up to cheer him up ? His personal Hero of course!

England growled as he massaged his temples hunching over his desk as he furiously sorted through the mess of paperwork on his desk. He slammed his head down on his cluttered desk sending a few papers fluttering to the floor. He was tired, hungry, and in desperate need of a cup of tea (and some pain medicine) why his boss couldn't do the paperwork if he needed it so damn badly England didn't know. The Brit decided that if Cameron really needed it all that badly he could do it himself he was going home, so he gathered up his jacket and his keys and left the office. Arthur's annoyance mounted when he got out to the car park and realized he'd forgotten his phone. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose as he turned around and headed back to the office building. The British nation was about a block away from the building when it started pouring down rain and of course it decided to start on the one day he'd forgotten his umbrella. Arthur's lower lip trembled and he scrubbed at his eyes furiously as he stomped down the side walk and yanked the glass door to the office building open. Ignoring the worried calls of his name from the women at the front desk he stormed over to the door to the stairs yanked it open and stomped his way up the four flights of stairs to his office. He threw the door to his office open and stormed past his secretary yet again ignoring the worried calls of his name. Arthur strode over to his desk and snatched his phone off of it before he turned on his heel and hurriedly exited his office hoping that he had everything this time. (15 minutes later). England rummaged around in his coat pocket for his keys it took him a few minutes to find them since his fingers were numb with cold.

The British nation heaved a sigh as he unlocked the door and slipped inside not caring that he was getting the upholstery wet he just wanted to go home take a hot shower and have a nice warm cup of tea. Arthur rested his forehead on the steering wheel as he inserted the key into the ignition fighting back tears of frustration. He sucked in a shaky breath as he sat up hooked his seat belt and turned the key the engine spluttered then went silent Arthur swallowed his panic and tried the key again only to get the same results. The Brit finally lost it he burst into tears and slammed his fist into the dashboard ignoring the stinging pain in his knuckles as he sobbed. After ten minutes of heavy crying he finally calmed down enough to pull his phone out of his pant's pocket and call a towing service. (20 minutes later). Arthur stumbled up his front steps and pulled his keys out of his coat pocket he opened the door and stepped inside. The Brit quickly shed his wet coat not even bothering to hang it up in his haste to get upstairs and take a hot shower. Neatness be damned he was soaked to the bone and freezing he'd deal with the coat after he got out of the shower.

End Chapter One

I've had this floating around in the Doc Manager for months

It's only going to have maybe two or three chapters

Hope you like it

-FlyingOwl18-