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Still don't own anything :/

When I woke up I couldn't tell if it was my nap was ten minutes or several hours. The blinds were drawn shut, and no light came through the window. I listened intently for a moment before getting up to check on England. You know what? I don't like calling him that. Iggy sounds better. IGGY IT IS! He's mine anyways. It shouldn't matter what I call him.

I pranced all the way to his room, shaking off the last bit of tiredness before practically kicking down the door.

"WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD! GOOD MORNING STAR SHINE, THE EARTH SAYS HELLO!" I yell jumping onto the body under the covers with all my body weight which isn't that much anyways. The screaming coming from underneath me told me I had succeeded at waking him up.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you!" I hear the muffled yell from under the covers.

"Many things, my dear Watson. Many. Things." I say climbing down back onto the carpeted floors.

Than out popped a messy, blonde, and bed-headed man out from the covers. His enormous eyebrows were set in an enraged scowl that I just brushed off. He'll get used to my shenanigans. Hopefully, that is. Until then I should probably get used to that look that he's giving me now. Speaking of current affairs, I wonder if he's hungry.

"You hungry?" I ask putting my hands behind my back and rocking on my heels. He gives me a strange look and answers.

"No, I'm not Hungary. I am the United Kingdom of Great Britain, but you, child, may call me England," he says straightening up and getting out of bed also.

I giggle hysterically for awhile as I thank my luck for getting such an interesting character first. During all of this Iggy just stares at me seemingly growing more and more angry. Finally, I calm down and correct him.

"No, no, no, I mean do you want to eat?" I corrected shaking my head. His face grows red and he looks away.

"Oh, oh course! Yes, something to eat would be splendid right now. Would you like me to cook something for you? I'll have you know, I make the best scones!" he declares, getting over the embarrassment.

"Great! Race you to the kitchen!"I shout before dashing out of the room and down the hallway. All I hear before taking my shortcut out the window is Iggy yelling after me.

"Wait! I have no idea where that is!"

Sorry for such a short chapter, but I'm trying to get in the habit of writing and working on this and another idea I'm thinking of.(hint hint)

Any who! Hope you liked it. Please review! It really helps me fix stuff and make things better! Therefore, More reviews = Better content

Also, since my school is about to let out for the summer, I will have even MORE time to work *cough*procrastinate*cough* on this!