Chapter 2
England's Not-So-Good Day
Disclaimer: We only own the plot and our imaginations.
A Noble Prize winning book in hand and a perfectly brewed cup of Earl Grey (at least to England's taste buds) could make anyone happy. Top that day with being in a garden full of a variety of flowers in London, UK and you have what is a bright and beau-
"Eh, England~! You're looking more tacky today then usual!" France said while whipping his long hair back elegantly.
Correction. What could have been a bright and bloody glorious day.
" What the Bloody Hell do you want?" England inquired as he looked up from his book to look at the Very Incarnation of Total Perversion.
" I just came to talk. We are friends, no?"
" I'd rather be friends with Jack the Ripper!" England shouted, "Now get out!"
He hastily got up from his seat, tipping his tea over and spilling it onto his book. He pushed France away, who was muttering, " How the hell am I supposed to get out when we're already outside, you stupid permanent virgin."
" Sup' England! You're still lookin' short and bushy-browed!" America out-of-nowhere jumped in and did his trademark thumbs up.
" Oh no! What the heck are you doing here? I'm not helping you with those debts of yours again!" England shouted at the cheeseburger loving American.
America, purposely ignoring his comment said, "So, I like totally saw this video of you cheese rolling. You looked like a duck have a f**kin' seizure! Hahahahahaha!"
"Shut the hell up! What are you both doing here anyway?" England said as he walked on a stone path leading to the door Victorian styled house. Unfortunately, the others followed, unable to take a hint. The bloody git he could understand, as for the French pervert it was more out of ignorance. As he closed the door behind them while muttering some very censored words, England finally got his answer.
" Dude, you sent me an invite to your 'Fabulous Tea Party'." America held up a small envelope. " I wouldn't think you'd be fruity enough to use the f-word, but you coulda just telephoned."
An answer he wasn't pleased with.
" It's an 'invitation' not 'invite'! And what about a bloody tea party?" England asked his former charge.
" G'day, mates!" Australia came in, slamming England's door open. " I'ma here for the barbie. My koala's sick so I'ya took this lil' fella." He held up a baby kangaroo. " His name'sa Joey and his bit hoppity if you knows what I mean."
" Oh hey, look, it's the illegitimate lovechild of England and Austria," France said.
" He's not my lovechild! - And last time I checked Austria's a guy!" England yelled.
" Love between two men is so wonderfully scandalous but love is beautiful, no? How about you and me have one together? Honhonhonhonhon!"
" You sick-minded wanker!"
Meanwhile, a blurry figure across the room sat right behind America.
" I would like to be noticed, but not now Mr. Kimosaji. When people do notice me they think I'm the lovechild of those two." Canada pointed out England and France, who both at the moment were planning on having another Hundred Years War, modern sty!
" Who are you," Canada's soft, white bear replied.
" Canada. The one who feeds you." He said while sulking behind the annoying superpower in front of him. One day, he would be noticed. It'd be for something so great and no one would ever say ' He never did anything.' Isn't having practically never used a gun for anything Good enough?
Then out of the blue to add to England's frustrations and *%&$# tensions…
" Hello~! Sealand here!" Sealand came (same as Australia) in, slamming the door even further open. He skipped in with Switzerland, that sweet little sister of his, and Spain trailing behind him.
" Hola! I'm here for the fiesta!" Spain cheerfully said.
Switzerland, obliviously not wanting to be there, said, " Vook, Im vot here to stay for vour 'te partvay'. Im just here to deliver a message vrom vat money-wasten idiot." He handed England a letter. A little surprised and shocked, England quickly unfolded it and read:
'Dear The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland',
I would like to inform you that I will not be attending your, as written, 'Fabulous Tea Party' due to me not wanting to associate with those gorillas (Prussia and France, who by the way is still an ass.) To show my extreme discomfort toward this, I sent you a record of a piano piece I had selected. It is inside the envelope.
Yours truly,
Republik Osterreich or simply Austria'
England just gave an shocked look and groaned, " This is going to be a long day…"
" Hmm? Beethoven?" France said, as unknowingly to England, taken the record and played it.
" Who's that?" America laughed. He knew coming here would get his mind of a certain someone, who at the moment was actually planning mind games just for him.
During that time, all Canada could think was " Why do I have to be surrounded by these fu**in' dumb-ass idiots? Why? I think I'm gonna lose my sanity."
! #$%^&*()! $$%^&* (A badass line. Yeah, I know. I suck.)
A.N. Notes
-Ok, first off I didn't write this. Like I said, it's a group project. But the writer (Wolfster 14) and me would like to point out… Last time you checked, Britain?
Two: My friends and I are having a debate about the pairings in the story:
Me: America & Russia, England & France, and Canada with no one but his dissolving sanity. I don't see how America is paired with England, cause it's like incest with your brother/dad who watched you grow up and stuff. Yeah, it would be cute 'Forbidden Brotherly Love' like Ouran High S.H.C., but that's just kind of over the top.
Wolfster 14: America & England, France & Canada, and Russia & China. She is a total yaoi fangirl when it comes to America & England! Russia is just paired with China because he's on top of him, Geographically Speaking! Wolfster just paired Canada with France because he's half French and has Quebec. Huh.
Other friends yet to be introduced: No one. They don't understand what yaoi is.
Thanks to who ever read this long A.N. Thingy! Comment if you want. Send in your choice of these pairings. Bye~! For now.
