Hi guys! It's MidnightStarRose! Here is a new story for you guys to enjoy! This will be about a sleepover at America's from England's pov. Some pairings may appear later on during the games but, I won't spoil anything! ;) Anyway this is mostly an intro chapter and the next chapter will get more characters and some actual stuff happening. Oh and I don't own hetalia! :3 Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Invitation
England was sitting at his desk, working quietly on his paperwork, when his phone rang. Normally, England wouldn't mind the interruption but this certain person was quite effective at interrupting him for quite a while. The glowing screen next to him blared out 'American Idiot' and England sighed. He tried to ignore it, monstrous eyebrows furrowed and a hand on his face. The phone stopped momentarily then started buzzing again as the caller tried again. England groaned and grudgingly picked up the device. With a tap of his thumb, the song was replaced with a loud and confident voice that was slightly offended.
"Yo! Iggy, what's the deal? I called you like a bajillion times!" said the offended American. England sighed and shook his head. He leaned back in his chair, dropping his pen.
"Three things, America. One, you called me only once before I picked up. Two, don't call me that. Three, what do you want?" England growled through the phone. America's laugh rang through the phone and England had to move his phone away slightly from his ear.
"Jeez, Artie. I didnt realize how roundabout your style of talking was!" England rolled his eyes and cleared his throat to cut through America's laughing, "Okay, so it's been really busy lately, even for me! So, as the hero, I've decided that it would be an awesome idea to have a sleepover at my place in Florida! I already invited Mattie and a couple others! Waddya say?" England ran his hand through his messy blonde hair and thought about it. 'For once, the git is actually right about something. Hell, his idea is actually tempting. Can I afford that much time off? Sure, why not?' After a few minutes of contemplating, he nodded to himself.
"I'll take you on that offer, America. When is it?" England said, his tone slightly cheerier. America gasped over the phone and England scowled again.
"Really? Yes! Come on, Prussia! Hand it over! Oh stop being a baby and give me it already!" America's loud voice became a bit fainter as he supposedly was talking to Prussia. England frowned.
"Did you just bet on me, git?!" He growled and stood up in anger, his hand clenched.
"What? Hehe no? Anyway, it's this Saturday! I'll text you the deets later! See ya!" America suddenly said nervously and the line dropped. England huffed and put his phone back on the desk. He dropped back in his chair and looked out his window at the unusually sunny streets of London. As he picked up his pen to continue to work he dropped back into his thoughts. 'Ugh, what the hell did I just get myself into...'
After a few days, Thursday came rolling around and England got a text from America. His phone buzzed on the counter while he was reading the news on his favourite red recliner. He looked up from his paper and set down the paper in his hands. England walked over and picked up the phone. Opening the messaging app, a text from America flashed on his screen. 'hey artie! the place iz at my beach house in Orlando! I gave u the address last summer and nowing how well ur organized you probz have it still. C u there!' England frowned at his horrible grammar and shook his head. He texted back. 'Okay. Thank you, America.' As he turned to look for the address, a text flashed again. He glanced at it before putting it back in his pocket. America's reply was, 'Jeez Artie! So formal, hope ya relax when you get here ;p'
England rummaged through his folders and eventually found the crumpled piece of yellow paper that America had given him around two summers ago. The messy handwriting was written in blue ink and was thankfully neat enough for England to read. Pocketing the slip, he opened his laptop and booked a flight over to Orlando. After he was done, England began to pack his various items into a brown luggage. After about an hour or two of packing, it was already six at night. Dinner was swiftly made and by nine, England had finished his dinner and was preparing to go to bed. As he fell asleep in his bed, he couldn't help but feel a small tingle of dread for the coming days ahead of him. 'Ah, it's probably nothing. America only invited a couple of people. How bad can it get?'
Okay! How was it? Ah, England doesn't know the things that he will be dragged into! XD Anyways, please a review to help me improve! Also if you wanna see any specific pairings or games please let me know! Thanks for your time! Next chapter will be coming soon!
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