Okay, I'm sorry for this hiatus. I'm graduating this year and I had really stressful time with my thesis. But now I'm getting back to you. Yay for me. :D

"Where is he?" America practically growled. France narrowed his eyes. "Aren't you a bit rude?" he asked America coldly. He was practically invading his home and yet he acted so arrogant. Who does he think he is? Well obviously he is America, but that doesn't give him any right to act like this.

"I know he is here," America spit out. France crossed his arms on his chest. He wasn't not going just let America in. Not if he is this pissed. That certainly wouldn't help England in his current state. But America didn't look like he would step down either. He looked ready to push France away and just storm into his apartment.

And few seconds afterwards, he really did. He just pushed France aside and pushed his way through. He ran right past the couch, not noticing England lying there. He looked into every room in search of the Briton. Really loud on top of that, as he usually did. However he obviously didn't have any luck.

"Where is he?!" called America from the hallway. France raised his eyebrow. America was obviously stupid. More than usual if he didn't see England. But that was fine. Everyone was already used to it, so it was no news. Never mind that. France will let him make a fool out of himself for a bit longer.

America returned to the living room. "Francis, where, is, he?" he growled at the Frenchman. France grabbed at his collar. Alfred was really starting to cross the line. France would not tolerate his arrogant behavior much longer. Friend or not, he could still teach that idiot a lesson.

Then there was movement on the couch. Both men looked that way. They saw England sit up and looking sleepily around. His back was to them, so he didn't see them. "Iggy?" America called out. But England didn't respond. America frowned, thinking he didn't hear him. "England?" he called louder, but with the same reaction.

"Don't overexert it, he can't hear you, said France casually. America blinked and looked at France. "What do you mean?" he asked confused. "He is deaf," he said, trying to sound naturally. It took few seconds for America to fully take in those words. Then his face turned into horrified grimace, "WHAT?!"

France stayed calm. "There was an accident, and he is temporally deaf, so next time you want to talk to him, go into his field of vision, okay?" he said as calmly as he managed. America nodded enthusiastically. Then he practically launched himself on England. The second he touched the Briton, England screamed loudly and jumped far away.

France immediately pulled America back and started to scold him. England watched all that with wide eyes filled with terror, trembling all over. He didn't hear any of that yelling, that France and America did, but he saw their red faces. Slowly he calmed down. He sighed when he saw how heated those went about it.

Then he started to ignore them. They will stop when they want to. Though it was rare sight for France to be so riled up with anyone but England himself. It was quite strange sigh. But then again America could annoy the hell out of anyone. They didn't even seem to notice him. And that was something that irritated England, even though he didn't know why.

England took a deep breath. "Shut the fuck up, you bloody wankers," he yelled at them, successfully shocking them into silence. After a few seconds America grinned again. "Heya, you okay now dude?" America asked with a grin. England frowned, trying to make out what the American was saying. He wasn't so skilled at lip reading, but he could still guess. "Yeah, just fine, now why the hell are you here?" he glared at America.

America overlooked the angry tone of England and went to hug him. England stiffened, but soon he relaxed. He didn't even notice France glaring at America's back. After that they all settled on the couch, with France playing the perfect host, he was supposed to be, even though a bit strained. America left a few hours afterwards.