I do not own Hetalia in any way and if I did Id do horrible things...horrible.
A couple weeks had past since the hospital incident and England had had enough of all of Americas constant following him around. He had been intruded upon in the bathroom not once but thrice do to him dropping something and America overacting and bursting through the doors.
Scotland was an occurring sight around his and Americas home (they had decided to move in together) and his other siblings always followed close behind.
He was getting frequent calls from France asking if he was ok and if he had seen anybody else lurking around. Not to mention that he was now getting some calls from Germany himself asking if everything was normal. Which was strange because well...it's Germany.
And now, he was tired of all the fuss everyone was making.
" England!" America ran into the kitchen upon smelling smoke from his room. As he entered he stopped immediately as he laid eyes upon England. He had ash from his nose to his feet and the tray he was carrying seemed to have rocks on it. The only problem was that the whole tray was flying at his face.
" America! Stop with the are you okay England this and are you hurt England that! Last week I accidentally pricked my finger in the garden and you thought someone had tried to chop it off!" England's eyes were a toxic green as he said this and he was getting ready to throw a cup that was on the shelf next o him when America quickly rushed to him.
" Iggy. Calm down! I'm sorry I'm all paranoid about everything lately. It just that I don't want anything else to happen to you, " America grabbed England chin " I love you Artie."
England immediately turned red and looked up at America. His cerulean eyes looked tired and worried. His heart ached and he quickly stood on the tips of his toes and placed a kiss on Americas lips.
" I'm sorry Alfred. I didn't realise you were so worried. But be a little less heroic, please you dolt." America smiled and ruffled a hand through England's hair.
" Of course! Anything for you Artie."
" Git, use my name!" England smiled and playfully hit America upside the head.
" Yeah, yeah. Why don't you get cleaned up and I'll see you for dinner Artie. Luv ya'!" America stepped around England and picked up the tray on the floor.
" That seems like a brilliant idea. Alfred, love, see you in a little while." And England joyfully set off down the hallway and up the stairs.
America heard the bedroom door close and he set to work on tonight's dinner. Hamburgers and fries!( F**k Yeah!)
England quickly dried his hair and dressed as he hurried down the stairs towards the dining room. Something smelled delicious. As he was about to pass the window that looked about the neighbourhood a dark figure rushed passed the window. This startled England and he quickly put it out of his mind and thought. that it was simply a cat lurking outside.
The dinner however looked fantastic, once he got inside the dining room and set down America had just gotten the burgers off the grill and was setting them on the table. He had poured England some sweet tea and he had poured himself coke. Much to England's displeasure. Just as the were about to dig in a rock came sailing through the dining room window and came crashing down right in from of England who in turn flew off his chair and fell on the ground.
" Iggy!" America jumped from his spot and ran to where England was. The latter was clinging to one of the tables legs. America grabbed England from the ground and set him warily on the couch in the living room.
He returned to the dining room and grabbed the rock. Upon inspection he discovered words scrawled on it.
Месть сладка, да?
He looked at it in concussion for a second before he made the decision to whip out his phone. After a couple of minutes a look of rage made its way onto Americas face as he relived what language it was.
He quickly ran back to the living room to see how England was doing. It turned out that he was still in the same position he was left in. Great. He grabbed his cell and dialled Scotland's number.
All he wanted to do was sleep. Is that so hard to do? Apparently it is because an annoying America was calling for the third time in the last thirty minutes. This time he picked up.
" This better be good American or your going to get a hell o' a beatin' " Scotland grumbled into the speaker.
" Thank freaking god you picked up! We're in trouble. A rock, like a giant rock, just flew through our window and kinda landed in front of your brother. Who in turn is now in shock on my couch. He's been holding a fork for the past half hour and that's not the worst part. I-"
SHUT UP! Boyo hold up your talking to fast. Now what about my brother and forks?" Scotland rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock.
" Okay...a rock flew through the window...it landed in front of England...he's in shock on the couch, holding a fork...we're in trouble because on the rock had some words on it that I deciphered... Russia's coming."
Scotland was already out of the door by the time America said fork.
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Ok! I'm like super sorry for the way I've been updating! Sorry sorry sorry! I just started and had no idea how to make it chapter form...but I found it! So here you go and hope you liked it. Vote and Fave! Also if you have any suggestions about what might happen next just message me I'll take it into account and see what I can do!
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