Capitol Punishment
Chapter 12
It was England's phone. Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles. England glared as America started to snort over the choice in ringtone.
"Hello?"
"Angleterre! Ze meeting is starting! Where are you and Amerique!?" Came an angry french accent.
England's eyes widened and he quickly looked at his watch. It was only just passed 10 o'clock, but that morning had felt like days had passed. The bombshell of an appearing capitol, having to track him down in morning traffic on a death bike, watching him be held hostage and shot, hopping back on that death bike, arriving at America's house. It was enough for them to disregard the time and forget the meeting that was going to occur between the nations. America was supposed to be hosting. England sputtered for a second; he's not used to being this forgetful and unorganized.
"Germany just wants to start it now, and he won't allow me to postpone it any longer!"
England's mouth tried to form words, but America saw his malfunction and stole the phone. He, for one, was used to being this forgetful and unorganized.
"Yeah, hold up dude, we'll be there in a bit. Something really important came up. An emergency." He said flippantly.
From his tone, France couldn't tell if he was serious or not.
"Oh? Honhonhon, needing some alone time after a long night with Angleterre?"
"Yeah lots. Totally." America smiled, but it held some mischievous intent. England launched himself at the phone, red faced and aggressive like a snarling fox.
America raised the phone out of reach so the angry Brit couldn't snag it back.
"Up all night to get lucky!" Washington called from his spot on the couch. England swiftly turned on him, ready to kill.
Threat distracted, America quickly ended the call.
"YEAH SO SEE LATER BYE!"
America raised a fist to his capitol. "That's what I call teamwork! Fist bump!" They bumped with much vigor.
"Both of you are such children!" England yelled to the ceiling. London rolled his eyes. When he finds out those aggravated assault charges, he'll just share them with England.
"But seriously though? We gotta go, I'm missing my own meeting. You guys good to hang here? Watch the house?" America addressed the capitols.
"We aren't actually hanging anything, right? A little old school, don't you think America?" London said casually leaning on the couch with an evil grin.
"Hahaha bye." America turned for the door. "Don't break anything."
"Roger that sir!" Washington saluted dramatically. America decided that deserved a smile and saluted back as he held the door for England.
"Be good lads! London, remember, we burn first. Hanging is for later." England added with a wink. The door shut behind them.
It was silent for a moment before Washington started to laugh.
"Oh I get it! Burn, like roasted? Sick burn bro? Or you guys just have a twisted sense of humor."
London just let a lazy smile come across his face. Then he winced, and brought a hand up his head.
"Woah brit dude, you okay?" Washington was concerned.
"Nothing too bad, a head pain every once in a while. Cannot be rectified." London gritted his teeth. "Brexit."
D.C. nodded in understanding. "Would England help?"
"No, it involves the whole country and the government. He must be getting them too. Headaches every once on a while. It's not major problem, but there are many and intermittent. We should be able to handle it though. Britain isn't known for being weak." London leaned back into the couch. "Might want another nap."
The phone rang. A different phone, a landline. Both capitol's heads snapped up at the sound coming from America's house phone hanging on the wall by the kitchen door. Washington stood up, but hesitated, unsure if it was appropriate to answer America's phone while the country had just left. He decided it couldn't hurt, he could ask them to leave an awesome message for the best nation on earth. He answered the phone.
"America's house, who is calling?"
"Yes, this is the secret service, Agent Johnson. I'm assuming America isn't in?"
Washington froze. London watched him tense from the couch and walked over to listen. D.C. spoke briskly.
"No, he just left."
"Is he with anybody? A blond boy with blue eyes?" Johnson asked.
They are looking for me with him, Washington thought, starting to panic. Are they going to take me away? What if they don't allow me to see him again? Washington had just met the guy, he didn't want to say goodbye yet, it simply wasn't fair and it wasn't the agent's job to intercede. Or maybe it was. But Washington wasn't about to run away like he had on the ranch. There was so much he wanted to do with this newfound sense of adventure. He calmed himself and spoke clearly, using his diplomat voice and set his tone like a stubborn politician with an iron will.
"He was with England. That is all."
"And who are you? Does America know who is in his house?"
Like America wouldn't know who was in his house. And this person who was trespassing would answer the phone. Is this Johnson guy new? But Washington didn't like the question and answered quickly.
"Just a friend. He asked me to check on his cat." God, he hoped America had a cat. Or that this agent was gullible.
"Alright. But we will be sending an agent over soon. We have a missing member of government."
Member of government my Ass, Washington thought. I haven't done jack shit lately. They had to leave, find a safer, less conspicuous place for a capitol to hide.
"Is that all, sir?" Washington all but gritted out.
"Yes, thank you." Agent Johnson hung up. London spoke up with a confused look.
"How did you know America has a cat?"
Washington blinked. "He has a cat?"
"A Maine coon, I believe. Named it Americat."
Washington snorted. "How original."
London chuckled, "Yes, I suppose it is. England has a Scottish fold. Englandcat."
"Oh my god, really?" Washington was having trouble holding in his impending snorts, beginning to sound like happy piglet. Then he remembered that they shouldn't stay too much longer unless he wanted an unhappy reunion between him and the Secret service. "So Brit stick, we should really head out somewhere. I don't wanna go home yet."
London scowled like a wet cat. That was a new name. He did not like it.
"Pardon? Brit stick?" He emphasized the end of each word with the hard "t" and "K."
Washington thoroughly enjoyed that name. He was so going to use that more often. Teasing the English is fun. "Yeah, but we should hurry." He said with a lingering smile.
London became serious, ready for action. "Where do you suppose we go?"
Washington grinned. "Starbucks sound good?"