England had always believed that America was above taking advantage of people when they were inebriated but that belief had been blown out of the water when he'd awoken the previous hour naked in bed with the other man. Arthur sighed as he pushed his hand through his slightly greasy bangs he needed to get up shower and maybe see if he could stomach some breakfast but he just didn't have the energy. His phone rang obnoxiously he recognized the ring tone and he really didn't want to talk to anyone right now much less that bloody French frog. But in the long run ignoring France was a bad idea he was a persistent bastard if he didn't answer he'd just keep calling.
Arthur groaned and grabbed the phone off the night stand he stared at the glowing device for a few minutes really debating on whether or not he wanted to answer or let it go to voice mail. He decided on the later just to see what the frog wanted before he wasted valuable time talking to the infuriating man. The ringing finally stopped then the screen flashed again telling him about the missed called seconds before someone started pounding on his front door. Arthur grumbled and slammed his face into his pillow could this morning get any better?. He growled and sat up hissing as a sharp pain shot through his lower back he ignored the pain and reached for the bathrobe laying on the floor beside the bed. He swung his legs over the side of the bed slipping his feet into his slippers before slowly standing up and pulling the bathrobe on. Arthur gritted his teeth and limped over to his bedroom door he seriously wondered if he could make it down the stairs in this condition.
''Angleterre I know you are home open the door!"Came the muffled shout and Arthur resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall of course it was France who else would it be?!. "Just my bloody luck" Arthur grumbled as he hurriedly limped down the stairs ignoring the stabbing pain in his head and lower back. " Ah finally I was afraid I'd have to break the door down" France said flicking his hair over his shoulder when the door opened. Arthur glared at the French man leaning against the door frame as he didn't trust his legs to keep him upright. "What do you want?" The British nation asked crossing his arms over his chest. "Sacre bleu Angleterre you look horrible" France exclaimed once he got a good look at the Brit. "If all you're going to do is state the obvious snail breath you can leave" Arthur snapped then regretted opening his mouth when a wave of nausea washed over him.
"Arthur are you alright?" Francis asked gently placing his hand on the Brit's shoulder. Arthur shook his head tears welling up in the corners of his eyes as he hugged himself the pain and nausea seemed to be almost to much to bear right now it felt like his world had been turned upside down by Alfred's actions. France flailed not knowing quite what to do something was wrong obviously but he didn't know what. "Angleterre what happened?" The French nation asked softly sliding an arm around the Brit's shoulders. "I-I Alfred h-he"Arthur choked out past the lump that seemed to have taken up residence in his throat.
France's brow furrowed as he guided the trembling Brit back into his house this obviously wasn't the sort of conversation you had on the front porch. The two shuffled into the living room and Arthur gingerly lowered himself down onto the couch while France sat down on the love seat across from him. "What did Amerique do Arthur?" Francis asked not really sure if he wanted to hear the answer. "W-we went out drinking last night a-and well I don't really remember what happened all that well I-I think I kissed him, but anyway w-when I woke up this morning w-we were both in naked and c-covered in-" Arthur stammered out unable to finish the last part of his sentence but France got the gist of what had happened. Francis could hardly believe what he'd heard America the self proclaimed hero of the world had taken advantage of his former caretaker in his inebriated state. Arthur sobbed softly rubbing at his eyes with the soft sleeve of his bathrobe as France stared at the Brit in shock he didn't know what to say to English nation but he highly doubted anything would really help right now.
Cliffhanger! (I think)
What will France do will he be able to cheer Iggy up? And Why did America do something so out of character?
Stick around we find out in the second Chapter!