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-Chapter II-
"You what?" England demanded, banging his fist on the wooden table. His green eyed glare went out strongly and forcefully toward the American who just sheepishly laughed and tried to calm him down. The heat was already unbearable and now this had happened.
"R-relax... England..." America tried to shush. He placed a finger in front of his lips and laughed lightly. "Y-you'll wake Philippines up..."
England would have none of it. England had had the end of it. England had enough of America's foolishness. He was too angry and frustrated and heated up all because of what the American said. He didn't even know now if this was the same America he raised from a tot. One thing was for sure though: this America didn't know what came to him.
"To hell with Philippines' siesta!" England retorted, banging the table again. "You bought Philippines for twenty million dollars? How could you? Seriously, I don't even know now if I raised you or no!"
America sighed for the nth time. "Well at least she doesn't know!" he argued, still sitting upon his wooden chair and looking up at the standing, obviously outraged English man. "Basically, me and Spain—"
"—Spain and I."
"Hey, this is about me remember?" America argued, frowning at England for having corrected him. England only sighed at this and thought: 'Where did his English go...?'
"Anyway, as I was saying," America continued, crossing his legs and crossed his arms. His diamond blue eyes were a bit mischievous as he looked at the frustrated England. "Basically, our superiors talked it out in Paris. All we needed to do was to give them twenty mill and we're good to go. Plus, they threw in Guam and Puerto Rico! Isn't that great?" America stated, feeling hyped and proud of himself as he stood up, smiling brightly, hoping that England would sense his pride.
Indeed England sensed his pride. But being as he is, he crushed it. "No," he deadpanned, making America frown. "It is not great, America!" he continued. "Because the fifty million pounds I gave you went to this deal with Spain!" he complained as America gruffly groaned, sitting back on the wooden chair and looked away stubbornly.
"It didn't go to Spain..." America mumbled, huffed and blinked. "...It went to military supplies."
"AMERICA!" England exclaimed exasperatedly as he finally threw his hands up in the air. "AUGH!" he groaned, turning around and began pacing in the room, as if it was the only way to let all his frustrations go. England exhaled, held his nose bridge as if there was a nose bleed coming on, then bowed his head again. He turned to America to say something but only ended up having his mouth agape with no words to say.
America only watched, both amused and confused. But hey, it was quite a show. England kept doing the same routine until he finally crashed on the wooden chair. His head finally had given up on him, giving him a searing headache instead of an answer. England's hand groped the table until finally finding his cylindrical glass. Then he drank the remaining water in the glass before setting it down again, ice clinking to each other.
America, meanwhile, leaned over and gave England a toothy grin at which the English man despised it. There were times that he wanted to punch his face in and this was probably one of those times.
"Don't worry," America started.
"Don't worry my foot, you bloody git," England murmured in a slur as he brought his arms to rest before his face.
"All little Philippines knows is that I, the Hero, had won her from Spain through a battle!" America started, smiling as if he had the best plan ever. England flinched at the word "Hero". "Isn't that the best plan ever?"
England rolled his eyes and looked away, too disappointed and vexed at the fact that America wasted his borrowed money for his military. If not, his burgers then.
It was that afternoon when England decided to depart. He took his coat and his sweater—which were neatly folded by the living room— and stared at them for the longest time. He sighed as America came in, still not done blabbering. Just by the sound of America's voice made him so frustrated and vexed. He took his coat, hung it on his arm, then his sweater and did the same. He finally turned around to face America and gave him his most serious face.
"Stop!" England exclaimed. Indeed, this one word stopped the talking American and looked at him curiously. "I don't care how the rice fields look in the morning, I don't care how the carabaos are so friendly or how their liquor tastes good," England started. He made sure that his emerald eyes pierced through America's hard-coated brain.
"Just. Give me. My money. Back," England ended sternly. "Got it? Now I'll be coming back everyday to get my money," he said, walking towards the wooden door (it seemed that almost everything here was made out of wood) and groped the knob. Then, he turned to America. "No funny business," he ended and opened the door and walked out.
"Good night." BANG!
America closed an eye at the sound of the door banging. When England left, he sighed exasperatedly at the door.
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Sorry if it is short. Err... I was a little inspired today. So yeah... hmm... Anyway, if you think this chapter doesn't make sense, it does. Even if there isn't Philippines in it. Anyway. There. So uh... goodbye! Review please!
