Death Club:Way Too Much
After coming home from her most recent murder, watching the news, and stabbing her tale from anger a few times, Antarctica called Ukraine. Just to keep up appearances.
"I'm so sorry for your loss"
She hung up and stared at the wall.
Antarctica was pissed.
Really fucking pissed.
She'd killed Ivan for Natalya, and this was how she repaid her?
Bitch.
She'd called Ukraine for courtesy.
The less suspicious she acted, the less they'd suspect her.
She'd painted a pretty picture over the years, to keep others from noticing and prying into her business.
Her bloody business.
"Ugh! Now I need a shot and a new coffee table!" she groaned.
~x~X~The Italy Brother's House~X~x~
Italy nuzzled his husbands neck.
He was enjoying this too much.
Way too much.
~x~X~A Random bar in Antarctica~X~x~
Some 27 shots later, Antarctica found herself way too drunk.
She was giggly and flirty.
Ugh.
She'd had way too much to drink.
Way too much.
~x~X~England's House~X~x~
England groaned as "Englishman in New York" blared from his phone.
'Why the bloody hell do I keep getting phone calls?' England thought to himself as he answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi Arthur~ How're you?"
England froze.
"H-hi Antarctica."
Oh bloody hell! Fuck!
"D'you wanna go drinkin' s'metime?"
England sighed.
"Not now Anty."
He hated using such a cutesy nickname with her.
"Aww~ Well, guess I'll jus' call Japan!"
"N-no! I'll go drinking with you."
"Ok then?"
England laughed nervously. He would do anything to keep Antarctica away from Japan. Anything.
Even spending time with his psychotic daughter-in-law.
Ugh.
He needed a drink. This was too much.
Way too much.
Soooooo... short chapter is short! XD Thank you or reading this chapter of Death Club. The next chapter should be up today or tomorrow~! And r&r still sends cookies to china.