England was almost certain that he's going to drown in his work when he heard a tap on his window; a tap so hard that he swore he heard the glass crack. Looking up, he was not even the least bit surprised when he saw someone's face sticking to his window.
Sighing, he pushed his chair back and stood up to open the window. Judging from previous experiences, the owner of the idiotic face was very well capable of breaking his window if left unattended. Oh he knew that way too well.
"If you came here all the way on a bloody Sunday just to annoy me in any way, then please just do me the favor and kick yourself in the arse. After that, you're free to roll or bounce home, whichever more convenient." He greeted the blonde male with an emotionless face as he instructed in a deadpan voice.
After the painful hours of dealing with his paper work, he was not in the mood to handle anyone with a normal IQ, let along America.
"Is that seriously the way to greet an awesome hero who's finally going to bring some joy and colours in your dull life? England, I thought you were a gentleman." America rebutted with a playful pout.
"I thought normal people knock at doors instead of windows." The Brit rolled his eyes as a mocking grin spread across his face.
"Nufufu, didn't I tell you? A hero's too cool for doors!" America laughed as he pointed a finger up.
"Well my advice for the self-proclaimed hero is still the same, if you're here to waste my time, kindly turn around and be on your way. I've got other important things to do today. Go on, roll along." He gestured a shooing action while he made a mental note to move his study from the first to the second floor.
Let's see America knock on the window then.
"Just for the count, polishing your tea cup is not important. Come on, you're going to become a teacup too if you keep hanging out with them." He joked as he offered a hand.
…Was this idiot trying to get him to jump from the window?
"As a matter of fact, I find 'hanging out' with my tea set better than babysitting a certain moron standing outside my window." Giving America the skeptical look, England folded his arms and huffed. "On a more serious note, I'm currently in the middle of work, so if you'd excuse me, I'—"
"Man, you really can't teach an old dog a new trick." America interrupted.
"—Excuse me?" He's now turned to glaring at America as he raised an eyebrow, as if challenging him to say it again.
"The hero will never take no as an answer!" With a sly grin, the teen reached out and grabbed the unwilling Brit by the arm. Before the latter can react and probably throw something at him, America had already literally pulled England out of the room through the window.
As expected from the guy who managed to spin a bison around when he was still a kid.
"—Wha?! Couldn't we have used the door?!" Waving his free arm frantically to gain balance, England argued as he got forcefully dragged out. God if he fall he swear he's going to kill someone.
"Way too mainstream!" Came the world's most worrying answer.
…Great, someday he's going to jump down a plane without a parachute because using one would be too mainstream.
Brilliant.
Well at least England didn't have to worry about falling and instead, he worried about his heart. America had pulled him right out of the suffocating comforts of his room and conveniently into his arms. Within a second, England was already jumping away from him with a flushed face.
"Dude are you alright? Your face is all red." The latter didn't seem to notice anything wrong with what he did and instead, tilted his head to get a better view of England's face.
"Alright? Alright?! How can I be alright?! I just got hauled right out of my house against my will! And let's not forget the best part, through the window!" he bellowed, covering for the real reason why he was blushing.
"Oh it's fine, you're get used to it." America waved his hand dismissively.
"I will not! We're using the bloody door next time, and that's final!" He was just this close to stomping his foot.
"So you'd rather I sack-drag you out of the door?"
"…Can't we just walk ?" England could already feel the energy leaving his body. Why was it always so tiring talking to this guy?
"That's boring. " America pouted again, but soon changed it to a smile as he grabbed England's hands again. "Come on, the faster we get there, the longer we get to play."
"There? Where?" Knowing that he won't get anywhere struggling, England gave up and followed the overly enthusiastic blonde.
Instead of answering, America simply turned to give him a mysterious smile and started walking in a moderately quick pace. England frowned a little, kept in suspense. But instead of wasting his energy, he decided to keep quiet.
"…You're kidding me right?" Staring at the entrance of an amusement park in front of him, the first thought that came into England's mind was to give America a knuckle sandwich.
He jumped out of a window on a busy day just to follow some childish git to the amusement park. Was this some kind of practical joke?
"Nope. Come on, there's already so many people in there." Showing the person at the ticket counter something that seemed strangely like the VIP card to this place, America urged.
England could hear the excitement in America's voice and deep down, he was thinking of every possible way to escape. Nothing good can ever come from a day out with America on hyper mode in an amusement park. Nothing. At. All.
In the midst of mentally eliminating the escape route one by one, a hand came into England's vision. Looking up, he saw the person behind the ticket counter, now standing in front of him and offering him a card.
Blankly accepting it, he gave the card a more detailed look. It was a white card the size of normal credit cards. There's absolutely nothing written on both sides of the card, except for a pink heart printed on both sides.
"Please show our staff the card to gain entry to VIP routes. Have fun and enjoy your day sir." The person explained with a bright smile before returning back to the counter.
…What kind of VIP card would have such design?
England was about to voice his opinion when he felt a pull on his arm. America's obviously running out of patience waiting for him.
"Wait a minute, why the hell are we here in the first place?" he asked as he quickened his steps to walk beside America.
"To have fun of course! Dude, did you accidentally fry your brain while working or something?" America asked as he reached out to poke at England's head, the latter felt his eye twitch.
"I'll have you know that even if I did fry my brain, my IQ will still be far higher than yours." He scoffed and poked America back.
"Let's have a competition then!" America suddenly suggested with an excited grin as he pointed to something. "We'll use that!"
"…Har?" Something for an IQ competition in an amusement park…? England turned in the direction America was pointing and was immediately speechless when he saw the game booths.
They were going to have a test of IQ in an amusement park, at the game booth.
"I don't think that's going to do any good."
"You're just scared that you'll lose to me~ ha, to think you call yourself a gentleman." America mocked as he walked towards the booths. "Wait till I tell France that you're just a chicken." Turning around, he made a funny face at England.
"This has nothing to do with being a gentleman." The latter was now smiling maliciously, "But for what you've just said, I'll completely thrash you." Glaring right at America, England was probably pulling the scariest smile ever.
On the other hand, America started to regret what he had just said. If looks could kill, then he would have died a million times under England's current glare. Now that he thought of it… The last time he saw England smiling like this, it was when England's still sailing a ship, talking Pirate language, and kicking French and Spanish butts at sea.
He gulped. That was definitely not a good idea.
Behind England, two kids started crying, terrified by the murderous aura he was emitting.
~To be continued.