England gave a soft sigh, leaning back into the comfortable couch with a contented smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. He glanced outside the window,
watching the rain splatter and make a soothing sound against his window pane. "It is wonderful not having to argue and yell for once..." he mumbles to himself,
leaning over to his coffee table and grabbing a book before he starts to read to himself. He had sat in that same spot for a while, the only sounds that could be heard
was the pitter patter of the rain and the occasional sounds of rustling pages. All of a sudden, the silence was shattered from a harsh ringing sound that echoed
throughout the walls, making him groan in annoyance. He slowly stood up, walking to the phone with a longing glance at his book. "Hello?" he growls into the phone
after yanking it off his receiver. "Whoever is calling better have a good reason or I will kill you."
"Ouch. Harsh much? Is this how you usually greet people?" a voice with an American drawl questions, laughing afterwards. England gives a sigh, pinching
the bridge of his nose. Of course it would be America who shatters my peace and quiet. "I'll have you know I was quite content with reading Shakespeare until you
called." He stated vehemently, annoyance in his voice. "Where's the fun in that?!" America exclaims. England can just imagine him using his hands and arms to make
exaggerated gestures as he talked, which made him roll his eyes."I'm coming over! You need to have fun old man!" America's voice suddenly pipes up, making him
tense. "America? You are all the way across The Pond hours away from me. Why don't you do me a favour and stay there!" England gave a huff, feeling his face form
a scowl. "You're so mean Iggy! I've been in your country since this morning!" he whines. "Is your weather always this dreary?" "Yes." England replied quickly without
hesitation. "Why don't you go home to your sunshine or whatever and leave me alone?" "Never! I'm gonna go and keep you company! See you in a few!" he says,
leaving no room for England to argue, hanging up on him. England gaped at his phone for a few seconds, a mixture of exasperation, annoyance, and slight
gratefulness showing in the emerald orbs. " That stubborn git..."he mumbles, his lips twitching up in a slight smile. "He always has to have the last word…"