"I can't believe he would do that...Sleep with France...Hah," England scoffed, drumming his fingers on his steering wheel as the traffic moved at a snail crawl. He sighed, eyes flitting over to the rear view mirror, which stared back with hurt green orbs. He stared back, determined to beat this feeling. Huffing, he looked out the window at the rain running down the window of his car. He didn't know why he felt so upset after seeing those undergarments. Besides, they could've been anyones. He laughed nervously. Closing his eyes for a second, he saw the innocent blue eyes looking back at him in question. He opened the up, vision blurry, and moved forward a few centimeters.
His cell phone caused him to jump and he picked it up, wiping his eyes and squinting at the number. It was an American number. He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, hitting the "Answer" button.
"Hello, how may I help you?" He answered in a rather pleasant tone.
"Arthur! I didn't think you would answer!" He laughed, and the sound of a microwave beeping went off.
"What in the bloody hell is going on over there?"
"Oh, that? That was my McDonalds! I was going to eat it when I first ordered it, but then Canada came over and well," He laughed nervously and England almost audibly gasped. "But anyways, could you do me a favour?"
England sighed. He couldn't refuse. He didn't have the heart to. Well, he did, but definitely not to Alfred. "Su – Sure. What do you need?" He smiled, even though the other couldn't see him.
"Since you're driving from France's place, could you stop by Germany's and pick something up for me?" His words were muffled due to the Big Mac that was being shoved down his throat.
"Ho – How did you know I was at France's?!" He gasped, blushing harshly.
Alfred laughed, slurping his soda. "Canada told me, after he called this morning."
"I see. Well, I can't. Sorry. Germany is way too out of the way for me. Besides, I need to take a river boat home." He sighed.
"Ah~, please?"
"Absolutely not." He answered back, pressing the hang up button and instantly regretting it. Sighing, he put on his blinker and left out the exit, out of traffic.
"Ne, at least I'll be able to get home and just be by myself for a little. I think my pets are getting hungry..." He sighed, referring to the unicorn he liked to believe lived with him. Stopping at the light, he looked over towards his phone to see a text message waiting. He picked it up and read it. It was from France, asking if he could come over that night. England sighed and replied "No, I want to be by myself for a little while. Maybe some other time."
"He probably thinks I'm blowing him off," He shrugged, tossing his phone into the seat next to him. It bounced off the upholstery and fell onto the floor, quietly vibrating as another text message was received.
He sighed, pulling into a convenience store and grabbing a shirt off of the back seat. He walked inside and tapped on the counter, deciding on which magazine to buy.
"Hey! Jerk England!" England's back stiffened and he turned around, seeing a small boy in a sailor uniform holding hands with a shaking boy. "What're you doing here?"
"Buying a magazine, Sealand. What do you want." He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"America was looking for you earlier!" He giggled, giving a peace sign.
A – America?