"Curse this bloody infernal device!"
England hated technology. It never liked to cooperate with him. He didn't know if he was cursed, or if he was simply getting old.
It was the former. It definitely had to be the former.
Unfortunately, much as he hated this bane of his existence, it was a necessary evil. The world was becoming more technologically advanced, and that meant things such as this stupid computer were the norm.
Granted, they were a convenience. And they did get the job done. Well, when they weren't malfunctioning horribly, that is.
Which is what England's computer had decided to do right now.
"Bloody hell, why is this thing freezing up?!" England exclaimed, shaking the mouse like crazy. "Honestly, it must have a lower IQ than America!"
"What's that about me?"
England turned around, glaring daggers at the younger nation who had just barged into his office. "Nothing. Now, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Aw, come on, can't I stop in and say 'hi' to my bro?" America pouted, striding over and standing beside the former empire.
"Not while he's working! Now, get out."
America ignored his command. Instead, he examined England's computer screen with great interest. "Did it freeze on you again, Iggy?"
"How many times have I told you not to call me that? And n-no…!"
America turned and looked at him, obviously unconvinced. England sighed. "Ok, yes. It froze. But I was fixing it!"
"Doesn't look like it to me. You want me to fix it?"
"No! I can fix it by myself, thank you very much!"
"Aw, come on, Iggy, don't be like that. We both know you're about as bad at technology as you are at cooking. Just let me at it."
"I am not bad at cooking!"
Completely ignoring his brother's outburst, America pushed past him and started tapping at the keyboard.
"Hey! What are you-!"
The protest died in England's throat when he saw the screen unfreeze, everything back to normal. He stared at his computer, jaw hanging open slightly. "How… How did you…?"
"It really wasn't that hard," America said, shrugging. "Hey, wanna go get lunch? I'm starved."
"No. I have work."
"Alright. Suit yourself. Well, see you around."
America left, slamming the door behind him while England stared blank-faced at his computer. Finally, he sighed, dropping his face into his hands.
Maybe he was getting a little old.