"Rose Tyler I-" the TV sounded.

Arthur Kirkland, known as Great Britain, and England, had been re-watching his favorite tv show. He wasn't planning on doing anything that day. So, he just wore grey sweatpants and an old dirty "Queen" shirt. He knew this episode was going to be very sad. He already watched it three times.

"No, Doctor... Come back!" England pulled the blankets tight around his head.

A loud bang sounded from the front door. Arthur jumped in his spot.

"Hello?"

"Iggy! What's up, bro?!"

America jumped into the living room where Arthur was, and hopped onto the couch.

England pulled the blanket off his head, "How on Earth did you get in here?!"

"Pft, it's not that hard to open a door. I picked the lock."

"So then, what was that loud noise?"

"Huh? Oh, the lock pick wasn't working so I just kicked the door down."

England threw his blanket aside and ran to the fallen front door.

"You tit!"

...

England sat on the front porch in his day clothes, admiring his gardens. He made America fix the door back up, so the two nations stayed outside.

"Ok, I'm aaaalmost finished. Then we can go out for lunch."

"Lunch?"

"Yea, that's why I came by. I thought we should spend some time together. Like a family."

England looked down at his feet.

"Come on, Iggy. Just this once? Pleeeeeaaaase?"

Arthur sighed, "I guess so. I'll change again into my formal attire."

America started to pack up the tools and noticed what England had said.

"Formal?"

"Why, yes, aren't we going to a fancy restaurant?"

...

"Alfred, this is not a fancy dinner."

The nations walked up to an American style BBQ restaurant.

"You were the one that wanted to dress formal. And look, it looks like it came right out of Texas itself. Nice job for a place in your country." America said grinning.

They walked into the restaurant. Quite a few people staring at the odd couple; one in a suit, the other in a Texas ranger outfit.

They sat down in a small booth and opened up their menus. England started looking at the salads while America immediately went right to the page with the big steaks and the most food on the plates.

A young waitress came by and took their drink orders. Arthur got a water, Alfred getting a coke (and hating how small the glasses were).

"Sooo, what should we talk about?" America chirped.

England put down his menu and opened one of the plastic straws.

"You're the one who brought me here. You decide a topic of conversation."

America looked down at the table in front of him, thinking. Then with a smile, he opened the top part of one his own straw and blew the paper off towards England's face. It hit right between his eyes.

"Will you please?!"

"Come on, it's funny."

Soon, the waitress came back again and took their orders for food and left. The British man took off his suit jacket and tie, noticing how many people were looking over at his attire.

"I still wish that you would've told me to wear something casual."

"I tried to tell you."

They sat in silence for a couple minutes. Looking around at the decorations, and the atmosphere around them.

Suddenly, the song coming from the speakers changed. The restaurant was filled with the music of "Cotton Eyed Joe". And America immediately jumped up and started singing and dancing with some of the employees there.

Arthur slumped in his booth, covering his red face in his hands.

"This cannot be happening." Arthur thought.

America turned back to the Englishman, and grabbed ahold of his hand. He pulled him across the floor and danced. Arthur wasn't good at this type of dancing so he just slid back into his seat, everyone's faces turning to look at the two.

"This will be a long meal."