Spain woke up to being roughly shaken and slapped by Romano(Lovino). He cracked one eye open, he had just been having the nicest dream...
"Wake up already you idiot!" Lovino screamed at him.
"Aww...but I want to stay asleep.." he said, yawning a little. He blinked a few times and looked around. He was propped up against a huge tree, and there was deep green grass all around them, and a walking trail, and a lake and a white picket fence that seperated the lake and walking trail. Everything looked clear and clean and well groomed, something that would be nice for couples to walk down on Saturdays, hand in hand. "Romano, did you kidnap me and bring me here~?" he said, happily and with a moment of bliss, thinking he might still be dreaming.
"Oh good...you're finally awake. What happened back there?"Lovino said, breathing a sigh of relief and disguising it as a huff.
"What do you mean what happened? England was just cooking lunch, that was all." Spain winced a little when he said "England cooking".
"I mean, you just fucking collapsed, and for a second there I thought you were dead." Lovino scowled, but had a hint of real fear and relief in his voice. "And what the fuck do you mean by England cooking lunch? Are you high, Antonio? And stop calling me Romano, my name is Lovino, dammit!" ….shifting to rage and sarcasm in the blink of an eye.
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"Alfred? Are you alright?" Arthur had moved Alfred's (America's) unconscious body to the sofa, which had recently been re-upholstered with pale green linen. Alfred (America) smiled and stretched, Arthur putting his hands on his hips and frowning, since it was just like Alfred (America) had only gone to sleep instead of fainting at the top of a flight of stairs and tumbling down them.
"Hnn..What? Yeah, I'm fine. So what was that explosion thingy about anyway?" Alfred smiled a lopsided and grinned up at England (Arthur), while Arthur looked at him with an expression that said 'What the hell? What explosion? Are you okay in the head?', which was exactly what he was thinking.
"So... do you have any pain anywhere? Your head feel alright?" Arthur tried to ask gently.
"Yup, I'm okay. Hey, what was that explosion anyway? The oven?" America laughed his obnoxious laugh, not noticing that Arthur was putting his hand on America's forehead, and then his own, just to check which one of them was hallucinating.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions. First: How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Two."
"How old are you?"
"19."
"And your name and date of birth?"
"The United States of America, July 4."
"...shit." Arthur smacked himself in the forehead, then tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. "My boyfriend falls down a flight of stares, and now he thinks he the bloody United States of America."
At this, America looked at Arthur concernedly, and said, "Aren't I?"
Arthur grabbed America's shirt and buried his face in it, screaming.
Tried to make it a little longer, ended up just merging the two planned chapters, hope that's okay.