OH MY GOSH IM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING IN WEEKS! I have had solo and ensemble contest recently, so I was busy with that plus stupid exams =P anyway, enjoy the new chapter! Its kinda filler, but its just the start of England's issues as a mochi.
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Halfway down the stairs, England stopped rolling, emerald eyes widening in realization. America stumbled in his haste downstairs, barely able to avoid stepping on the blob that was England. America cursed ad started yelling.
"DUDE! Why'd you stop in the middle of the freakin' stairs? I almost tripped over you!"
"Shut up, git!"
"But Artieeeee-"
"SHUT. UP. I just now realized we don't have to call Northern Ireland to question my siblings. I can use a spell to track the spell used on me!"
"Lolwut? Why would that be any different than just calling?"
A very sly and knowing grin spread across England's face and those caterpillar eyebrows of his angled downward, completing the look of someone formulating an evil plan.
"Because…. That way we can track whoever did this without them knowing."
"What's the point of that?"
"That way we can get revenge on them without them knowing whats coming!"
"….Ohhhhhhhhh."
If England had hands, one would be used for a facepalm right now. So he just facepalmed mentally, due to his LACK OF HANDS. He was really starting to miss the use of his limbs. Being unable to thwack America over the head when he was being a git was getting annoying. England was jolted from his self-pity by America's cell phone ringing, blaring out "The Star Spangled Banner". America looked down at the flashed screen and paled.
"Um, England I really need to get this. Its my boss."
England gave a nod of understanding.
"Go on, Ill be in the living room."
America hopped back up to the top of the stairs and sat down. England continued rolling down the stairs and rolled up to the foot of the couch. Looking up, it seemed the once-reachable piece of furniture looked as hard to scale as a mountain. How the bloody hell am I supposed to get up there..? England wondered. He took a glance around the room and saw the remote not too far away from where he was on the floor. Rolling towards it, he grasped it in his mouth and rolled back to the foot of the couch. He steeled his nerves and jumped, but hit the edge of the couch, causing him to fall and the remote to get knocked from his mouth. Cursing, England bit the remote in his mouth again and rolled over to a cushion lying on the floor. He first jumped on the cushion then accessed the couch from there.
He sighed, and felt accomplished for about a second before he realized he had no idea how he would watch TV without being able to press the buttons on the remote. A wave of frustration washed over him as he decided he would just jump on the remote. He hopped on the remote in the general area of the power button, and the TV flickered to life. Unfortunately, the TV flickered to life in the middle of a porno. England frantically jumped up and down on the remote while screaming.
"BLOODY HELL! THAT IS NOT WHAT I WANT! WHERES THE BBC ON THIS TV?"
Of course, that is the time when America decides to get off the phone and walk into the living room carrying foreboding news from his boss. Him and his perfect timing. Just. Fucking. Perfect.
Bloody hell….
America took one look at the TV screen and looked back at England with a smirk on his face. The island nation then promptly turned a bright red and looked away. America chuckled at England's discomfort.
"Iggy! I didn't know you were into this kind of stuff!"
"I'M NOT! I'm trying to find BBC on your defective TV, which refuses to change channels!"
"...That's because you're hopping on the remote."
"Well what else am I supposed to do? Use my non-existent hands?"
"Good point... anyway, my boss told some news."
"Oh? What is it?"
"Weeeelllll... ."
"Don't mumble! Speak up you dolt!"
"There's a world meeting."
"When?"
"..Three days from now..."
"WHAT? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO TO THE MEETING LIKE THIS!"
"CHILL OUT! I have a plan!"
"Your plans never work! Remember the incident with Prussia, Canada, and the pancake mix? Which mind you pancake mix is NOT supposed to end up on the ceiling."
"Well this plans different! Its gonna work!"
Once again, England found himself mentally face-palming at America. His plans NEVER went well. England glared at America and sighed. He may as well listen seeing as one way or another America would tell him anyway.
"So tell me about this plan..."
