"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Britain asked flatly.
"Uh…" America double-checked his phone for the address. "No, it's right here. Look." He held out the phone for his fiancé to see himself.
"... What. The bloody. Hell."
The soon-to-be-married couple stared out the window at the building facing them.
Al rubbed the back of his neck. "It looks nice-"
"America. That is a bloody funeral home! A funeral home! How the hell is it 'nice'?" Britain cut him off with a yell.
"Artie-"
"Don't you dare 'Artie' me! I am not getting married to you in a place for the dead! What the hell is wrong with you?" Britain's voice reached an inhumanly high note in exasperation.
"But we don't have another choice! There's no other location open this weekend and everyone's already here!" America begged.
"Well tell them to fly home and come back later! I don't care if they throw a fit; serves them right for being piss-poor guests, anyways." America opened his mouth to speak but Britain continued ranting, "And you know what? We wouldn't be in this situation in the first place if you hadn't insulted the host's wife! You called her his mum, for God's sake! His mum! Of course, you had to be a typical American and go and run your mouth, complimenting his dear 'mother' and get our reservation rejected so now we're here at this, this morgue that they had the gall to recommend to us all because you can't keep your damn mouth shut! This is your entire fault and you know it!" The infuriated Brit ended his tirade with the slam of his hand on the dashboard.
Silence settled in the car.
"Sorry…?" Al tried to apologize.
"No."
"I love you...?"
"No."
The younger man pouted and turned back forward. "I bet the Queen would fancy a place like this in a few years," he muttered under his breath.
"America. Shut. Up."
"Yes, sir."
Britain rubbed his temples. They weren't even married yet and the idea of becoming a widower was already so very tempting.
Wow, I haven't uploaded anything in 2 years haha /hides from everyone
But uh... here. This was originally a dialogue prompt for school with a word limit under 300 (originally- I lengthened it because fuck rules this ain't school uwu) which is why it's kinda short.
Critiques, please? :)
Okay bye.