It was awhile since England has taken the nerve to meet up with France once again. There was just simply too many things to worry about - and France - as annoying as he was - always made England happy by the end of their time to time chats.
So what made it so hard to face the Frenchman? Because of his last visit. America barged into the room asking for more burgers and caught England and France laughing together. ' What... What the... Germany! Dude! The apocalypse is totally coming! England and France are, like, acting like an old married couple! THEY'RE GETTING ALONG!" Germany raced to the room. " England is probably drunk again... WHAT THE... HOLY SHIT! ZHERE LAUGHING TOGETHER!"
England had the sudden urge to kick Germany straight in the balls. He wanted to kick America too, but that was really normal. So it was no mystery that the black aura the was scarier than Russia... (Fuck, we are so dead) kicked in, and creepy auras get around, so Russia and China walked in as well. " You bloody git!" he screeched! " Don't act like the Frenchy and I cannot be friends!" All eyes stared at him... and France just looked amused. " Angleterre, lets go home." he smiled.
England and France walked out of the room together. "Angleterre, don't be tense." France said, and gave England a warm smile as he pat Englands head. " Lets go drinking."
" You fucking frenchman... I really think I love you..." England groaned as France pulled England from his chair, and dragged England out of the bar. "I wish I could record you." he laughed, but with a bit of sorrow in the edge. Of course, he recorded every time he and England were together- that didn't change that he was sure England was going to be in denial. "Then use that phone that you got for Christmas and record me!" England slurred. "I never told you about the phone... how do you know?" France asked. "Because I gave it to you, you idiot." England said, and gave a loud laugh, and a hiccup. As France realized what England just told him, he dropped England in the car seat. " Let's go home, England. Yeah, let go home, Frenchie."
Now England was at his door and was ready to talk to France about the recording he found on the phone. " France? It's England."
"Yes, Angleterre?"
"Can I record your voice?"