Alfred was sitting alone at the cafe table, staring off into space. His fingers tattooed a steady beat on the table in time to whatever was playing on his iPod.
England was surprised, the git had shown up early for once! Dear god, someone alert the media, the apocalypse is here! He wove his way through the crowd and took his seat next to Alfred, who was still off in his own world. Pulling the ear bud closest to him out of it's ear, he shoved it into his own.
"Iggy! Dude! You're late." England stared down at the table top, hand still at his ear. "Interesting choice in music, never knew you listened to this sort of thing."
"Hey! Don't insult my music! You're just jealous you don't have anything this awesome in your rainy assed country!"
"Git! Industrial was practically born in England!" He handed the headphone back to America. "Besides, today hardly seems the kind of day to be listening to that sort of thing! I thought you only ever listened to that Miley Cyrus and the likes!"
The younger nation crossed his arms over his chest defensively. "Shut up Arthur. I'll listen to whatever I want." England was taken aback by the sudden change in tone from his former colony. Said colony was now staring angrily at a passing cat.
"Er. Sorry." His eyebrows furrowed as they sat in an (fairly) awkward silence. Alfred suddenly threw his arms up. "God! Would it kill you to answer your phone every once in a while?"
Arthur jerked upward, caught off guard by the sudden outburst, "Wah-?" "God! Just because you've totally got a boyfriend now, doesn't mean you can just diss me at every turn man! Not cool!"
"I'm sorry! But what the hell are you going on about?" Alfred stared at England cooly.
"I understand, that you have a boyfriend, but you cannot! Cannot! Blow me off when I've been trying to get into contact with you for two day-"
"What the bloody hell do you mean, boyfriend?"
"I mean, the fucking Russian you're dating! Clear enough for you?" England paled. "Who in the-" He stopped and looked around. They where both standing now, faces inches apart with every eye in the little cafe trained on them.
He sat down quickly and then motioned for Alfred to do the same. Once they where both seated, he started up again. "Who the bloody hell told you that?" He hissed. "Oh you know, just Poland. No one special really! Just the person who caught you two going at it together!" he snarled through clenched teeth.
"G-going at it? We never... I haven't... I haven't even seen my own boyfriend in weeks!" Arthur angrily crossed his arms and sunk back into his chair. "Aha! So you admit he's your boyfriend!"
"Go dammit America! Yes! Yes he is! Why can't you just be happy for me? Why do you have to be so bleeding prissy about it? Grow a prick and stop whining for once!" It was Alfred's turn to sink back into his chair. He opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it again. Alfred sighed and began running his hands through his hair. "Fuck. Fine, lunch time."
"I'm not really that hungry. I think I'll stick to tea thanks." Alfred's frown deepened, "Dude, when was the last time you ate anything?" Eyebrows knitting he leaned over and poked England in the stomach. "Hey! Stop that!"
"Really, take better care of yourself!" England swatted the hand away. "Fine! I'll eat something, okay?" He settled back down, thinking about what sounded good. Something that would last a while. He had the feeling he would be here a while, it had been a while since he'd last seen the boy, and they hadn't really parted on the best of terms.
"Happy?" the question was directed to both his consent to eat, and to Alfred's general well-being, and they both new it. America thought for a moment, "Well, I guess. Buy me a burger and I'll tell you all about it!" England glared and forced back a grin. "Fine, you ungrateful twerp."
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Russia sighed and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept well in days. He missed England in all of his Englishness. More than anything, he just wanted to be sure he hadn't drempt the whole thing up! Because really, he wasn't always the healthiest in the head and had found himself mixing wishful thinking and reality on more than one occasion. He'd never forget that incident with Hungary and the lemons. How was he supposed to know what she'd meant by lemon?
He leaned back in his seat. "Ah... I need a drink."
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"God dammit! What do you mean we can't cross into Australia? Do you know who I am?"
Ireland slammed his hands down on the counter top. The brunette on the other side flinched. "I'm sorry sir, but.. you need a passport."
"Move brother, I'll get this one." Scotland pushed Ireland out of the way and turned to face her. "Hi." He smiled and reached up to sweep the hair from his face. He leaned in on his other arm and tilted his head a little. "Wos this about passports?"
"Um. W-we can't let you... Um, you can't cross the border... Er, I mean, Y-you can't go in!" the airline clerk stuttered. Scotland shook his head. "No no! Just, ah, just one phone call? Yer not goin' to deny us that are yee?" She blushed even more as he leaned even further over the counter. "O-of course! Here!"
She practically threw the phone attached to her desk at him before running to the other side to help someone else. "Whore." Ireland muttered under his breath. "Hey bro! If you've got it, flaunt it! Now gimmie the Aussie's number."
Ireland pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and squinted at it intently. "Er. Nine-nine-three, no wait, make that a six, eight-seven-fuck it I can't read this."
"Baby." Scotland yanked the paper out of his hands and started mouthing the numbers to himself, brow wrinkling more and more as the seconds passed. "Whot is this? Some kinnda alien speak?"
"Just call tha dang operator!"
Fail accents are fail! XDD
'Member everybody! 30 reviewer gets a nice little one shot of their choicey-ness!
The song Alfred is listening to is "Silence" by Assemblage 23: .com/watch?v=W6DViyLwxD0 (Best I could Find)
Though personally I recommend "Divide" .com/watch?v=REhX-UVrf4I
