It was cold – England's house – and dimly lit. The darkness outside crept in through every little crack and drained the happiness away. Yet despite the depressing atmosphere, England drank his usual morning tea with ease. It was silent – that England had to admit, but he found it calming. He could come here after any World Meeting or stressful day at work and simply calm his nerves.

In fact, the two things getting on his nerves the past few days were France- that frog kept on bugging him to stop reading those silly books and get a girlfriend or two – go on a date and be a real Frenchman's brother, and America – obviously – with his repetitive laughter and idiotic pranks, it's a wonder that all the other counties can stand him without going insane. He shuddered at the thoughts of his old, perverted brother and former brother. He gently placed his empty tea cup on the table and stood up. England walked to the front door and picked up his favorite brown, cashmere jacket and opened the door, roaming the city streets, looking for a bite to eat.

"Maybe I'll go to a cafe," He thought to himself, "I haven't been to one in a while." As he walked the streets looking for a decent cafe to eat a, he hear a very familiar voice, followed by a very familiar laugh. "No, it can't be." England muttered to himself. He began to walk faster, but not fast enough. A large, muscular hand grabbed on to his shoulder and stopped him in his tracks. He could feel the hand crushing his bones, slowly, he turned around.

"Hey Iggy~" America sang cheerfully.

"Don't call me that!" England snapped, his pale face being complimented by a light shade of pink that appeared on his cheeks.

"Aw, is Iggy blushing?" America teased, ignoring what England previously said.

"No I'm not!" He retorted, "I'm just embarrassed to be seen with you in public!"

"Well then," America snickered, "I guess you'll just have to be embarrassed the whole day."

"Don't tell me-"
"Yep," England's sentence was rudely cut off by the American's loud voice, "I'm going to be hanging around you the whole day!"

"Why me." England complained.

"What was that?" America questioned.

"Nothing." England sighed, hoping he'd fall for it and just move on – which he did.

"He really is an idiot." England whispered. He watched America walk further away. He couldn't last, at least he told himself that. He could run away now, but it might be to risky.

"Come on Iggy! Let's go get some MC. Donald's!" America pursued, grabbing England's wrist and dragging him by his sighed. As England struggled to keep up with America's fast pace, he let out a deep sigh. All he knew was that today would be a long day filled with many attempts to escape, and that one, annoying laugh. The one he just couldn't get out of his head.