America vs England
Ch2
Thank you for everyone who read this. I'm sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Please remember to review, please.
I realized after I posted I forgot to put what * meant. Well, it means DO NO TRY THIS AT HOME! Oh, my goodness, it hurts like heck! Please save yourself from a world of pain and DO NOT TRY THIS! If you do not heed my warning, I will not take responsibility for giving you the idea.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Hetalia
Arthur finally got to the conference building. 'Thank God the meeting is in Britain this time,' he thought to himself and he opened the doors to the conference room.
"Oh look, Arthur finally decided to show up," Francis said as Arthur took his seat.
"Shut up Frog," Arthur said with a sneer. "My alarm clock stopped working," Arthur said as an excuse. Arthur waited for the meeting to continue but then he notice everyone was staring at him. "What are you all looking at?" Arthur asked somewhat annoyed.
"I have seen many bad fashions from your country, but nothing like this," Francis said trying to suppress his laughter.
"What are you talking about, git?" Arthur said wonder what was wrong with his attire.
"Here mi amigo, maybe you would like to see a mirror," Antonio said holding a mirror up so Arthur could see his face or more like see where his eyebrows used to be.
"WHAT THE- BLOODY HELL?"
Emily woke up and looked at her clock. It was ten. She got up and walked to the kitchen. After she ate breakfast she began to think, 'Arthur will be really mad when he gets back. I know, I can make his favorite stew for when he gets home, and maybe he won't be son mad,' she went upstairs and got dress, her dress was light pink with frills around the bottom and a poof on the shoulders, got some money, and went to town to buy the ingredients needed for the stew.
"Emily!" Arthur yelled slamming the door shut.
"Yes?" she asked wetly from the kitchen. It was now three o'clock and she had just finished putting the stew in a bowl.
Arthur marched into the kitchen; about to blow his top.
"Emily I-" he began sternly but was cut off by Emily holding a bowl of stew out to him "What's this?" he asked pointed at the stew.
"I made you stew," she said with a sweet smile. "I didn't poison it or anything," she said when she noticed his skeptical expression. Arthur took the stew and went to the table while Emily got him a spoon. Hesitantly he took the first bite.
"Wow Emily, this is good, almost as good as when I make it," Arthur said taking bite after bite.
"I'm glad you like it," she said smiling. Then Arthur put his spoon down becoming rather serious.
"Emily, I was to harsh on you yesterday, I am sorry." He said staring at the bowl of unfinished stew.
'Yes! My plan worked!' Emily shouted in her head.
"Thank you for the stew," Arthur said getting up from the table and beginning to walk upstairs to see if he could do anything about his missing eyebrows. "By the way," he said pausing at the bottom of the stairs. "You have to clean the whole house as punishment for shaving off my eyebrows. Same rules apply as yesterday except today you can eat. Oh, and don't go in my room," he said smiling as walked upstairs. He smirked as he walked down the upstairs hallway hearing the sound of breaking glass probably thrown in his general direction.
Emily began her cleaning by picking up the shattered glass. She decided she would clean the rooms upstairs (which were her room, Arthur's room, a bathroom, a study, and an abandoned library) and then go down stairs (which was a kitchen, family room, a dinning room, and a wash room).
Emily went to the closet were the cleaning supplies was kept. She got what she needed and made her way upstairs. She decided to start in the library because it was probably the room that needed the most work. The door creaked as she opened it. The walls were a light grey-blue. There was a dark blue couch and chair, and the floor, coffee table, and bookcases that lined the walls were all the same dark brown color. The book cases were filled with a book on every subject imaginable. On the back wall there were giant green curtains with golden ropes to tie them back. She went over and tied them back to revile a large window that looked into the back yard.
She began cleaning. She dusted, swept, and polished the floors in all of the upstairs rooms and before she knew it, it was time for dinner.
"Emily!" Arthur called from downstairs. She got up and went downstairs to see Arthur sitting at the table with a plate in front of him and a plate at her spot. The plate had on it spinach and liver, Emily's least favorite meal. "Aren't you happy I let you eat?" he smiled sweetly, "aren't I so kind?"
'That sneaky bastard!' Emily screamed inside her mind and she took her place at the table, cringing at the awful smell it generated.
"Well, let's eat," Arthur said happily while Emily had a staring contest with her food.
"What are you not going to eat?" Arthur asked.
"It's gross," Emily muttered.
"Well then, you eat it or starve," he said becoming very serious.
"Fine then," Emily said getting up and slamming her chair into the table and went back upstairs to lug the cleaning supplies downstairs.
The hours past and Arthur went to bed hours before she was done cleaning. When she was finished cleaning she sat down in a chair and planed her revenge on how to get back at him. An idea then came to her. She gathered her supplies and made her way to Arthur's room.
'Thank goodness Arthur was a heavy sleeper,' she thought as she opened the door. She walked to his bed and set down her supplies. She grabbed the jar of honey and poured it on his arms, hands and his feet that were sticking out of the blanket. She stepped back and knelt down and put molasses on the nice, clean, polished hard wood floor by his bed so when he got out of bed he would step in it. Avoiding the molasses she tied strings around the room. Carefully she hung a blanket filling with feathers over his head and set it up to were he moves his hand to turn off his alarm the feathers fall on him. She quietly hung a bucket filled with tea above the door and rigged it to when he opened the door the bucket tips and the tea falls on his head. America had a bucket of mud she had prepared while she prepared her supplies and walked over to Arthur's closet. She opened the door with caution and put mud all over his clothes and in his shoes. Taking the piece of chewed gum out of her mouth she tip-toed over to the door knob and stretched it to wrap around the knob. With out touching the gum and tipping over the tea she left the room.
But she was not finished yet. She made her way to the bathroom were she got Arthur's shampoo and dumped half of it down the drain. She added purple hair dye to it. She shook it up and put it back in the shower. She smirked and inwardly laughed as she went to her room to sleep.
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Emily woke up to a lot of screaming and yelling coming from Arthur's room. She giggled as she leaned her ear against the wall to listen. She heard his door open and then the splash. She had to refrain herself from busting out and laughing.
"EMILY!" Arthur yelled as he threw open her door.
"EEEP!" she screamed and grabbed the covers around her chest are. It was not like he was a pervert or anything but not wearing a bra around him was REALLY awkward. Even though the sight of him, sticky, feather covered, and wet, was really funny, Emily put on her best poker face. "Yes?" she asked sweetly.
"Don't "yes?" me," he said doing his best imitation of her voice when he said yes. "I know you did this! Don't you try to deny it either!" Arthur yelled and then sighed. "Once I get out of the shower I will give you your punishment."
Emily heard the water being turned off and waited to hear his reaction to his lovely knew hair color.
"AAAAHHHHHGGG! BLOODY HELL?" Arthur yelled and throwing open the door and running down the stairs to were Emily sat in the dinning room, dressed only in a towel. Emily slightly blushed when she saw her brother was only in a towel. "What the hell did you do to my hair?" he screamed face turning run from either anger or how awkward it was to be in only a towel in front of his little sister, probably both.
"I didn't do anything, it was your shampoo," Emily said sweetly staring at his bright purple hair.
"Who put the hair dye in my shampoo?" Arthur said sweetly back.
"Me!" Emily chirped happily. "I personally think it's a good color for you," she smiled.
Arthur grunted in anger and went upstairs to put some clothes on just to find they were all dirty. "Arrgh!" Emily heard as she heard the closet door being slammed. Arthur found a pair of pants and a white shirt in a drawer and went back downstairs to punish Emily.
"I can't believe you did this! This is worse than shaving my eyebrows off! What drove you to do this?" Arthur yelled. He sighed knowing this was just going in one of Emily's ears and immediately out the other, so he decided to skip to the punishment. "As punishment, you must be my indentured servant for two weeks."
"What? That's not fair!" Emily yelled standing up.
"Yes, it is very much fair. Now you can start by going a buying me some blonde hair dye. Next you clean up my room and my clothes."
A week had past and she was about fed up with Arthur's every command. 'Go get this, go do that, massage my feet, do my needle work.' It was one thing after another!
"Bring me some more tea," Arthur commanded sitting at the dining room table as Emily was cooking lunch. Emily walked over to Arthur's place at the table. She refilled his cup and he took a sip. "God, remind me to teach you how to make tea. This crap is so watered down it hurts do drink it." Emily could take the constant commands but one thing she couldn't take was insults about her cooking ESPECIALY how she made tea.
"Fine," Emily said fuming, "then you can have it this way!" She took the lid off the tea pot and dumped the hot tea in Arthur's lap and stormed off.
AND CUT!
Again I'm sorry it took so long to get this out. Please wait patiently for the next chapter. Oh, and if you want me to update faster you could review. *hint hint*
Till next time farewell!
