Day 11
"England." China poked the afore-mentioned country in the shoulder.
"What?" England snarled.
"I was just wondering when I would receive the child support money you owe me. China's not a rich country, you know…"
In the background, America face-palmed.
"What child support money? I wouldn't reproduce with you even if I was paid."
The tense conversation was interrupted by a crash. The two swiveled around, gaping at the ridiculous sight.
The newcomer, a dark haired boy, stood then launched himself at England. "I'm hurt! You forgot me, Mommy!"
Mommy… England was horrified. He hissed a curse and threw off the invasive not-quite-a-country off. In despair, England withdrew to a corner of the room to plant mushrooms (or maybe plot China's destruction).
If one listened closely, a quiet "Why am I always an uke?" could be heard.
AN: Silly England, because you went through all those wars and yet still blush when someone touches you.
