12. Disavow:

a: to deny responsibility for

b: : to refuse to acknowledge or accept

"China! Get this crazy wanker out of my house! If he breaks anything you're paying for it!" England yelled into his phone while trying to hear China's answer over the loud K-pop music that was blasting in the background.

On the other end of the line, China sipped his tea as he listened to England's shouts for help.

"Hello opium," He greeted England in a calming tone. "I disavow any actions of Korea. Deal with him yourself aru." China said, happy to be free from Yong soo's K-pop craze. He felt a tiny bit of pity for the tea-obsessed nation, but it quickly vanished when he realized if Korea didn't go to Europe, he would be the one suffering in England's place.

"Get out you bloody wanker! What the hell are you doing in my home of all places!" England yelled at the Asian nation, who was currently blasting loud BTS songs from his speaker. England groaned and decided he needed to get out. All he wanted to do was enjoy a quiet afternoon tea, which he was doing until Korea had showed up at his doorstep. What did he do wrong to deserve this suffering?

"I can't hear you Da-ze! I must spread my K-pop everywhere! Consider yourself lucky I visited your place first! Uri nara mansae!" Korea hollered as he painted the Korean flag onto England's white, silk curtains.

"Wha- What are you doing to my curtains, wanker!" England shouted, trying to get Korea's attention over the blaring K-pop music.

"Making it better, Da-ze!" Korea shouted as he finished painting the Taegukgi. Suddenly, a devious smirk formed on England's face. He had a great idea, a perfect plan.

"Hey wanker, I have a better idea, for you to spread your... 'culture' in Europe."

"What?" Korea stopped in his tracks, staring at him for a moment. He paused the music for a second and listened to England, interested in what this 'plan' might be.

"My home is an island, so if you start spreading your culture here, you won't be able to spread to the rest of Europe," England smirked. Oh, this would be sweet revenge for all those times the frog dared annoy him. "Start at France instead," he suggested.

"... That's a great idea da-ze!" Korea exclaimed, grabbing his speakers as he rushed out the door. "Thank you Da-ze!" He slammed them shut. England sighed, laying his eyes on his poor expensive curtains. He grabbed his phone, realizing that he hadn't hung up and China had heard everything. The ancient nation snickered on the other end.

"That was a smart idea for a dumb westerner, aru. You learn fast. After all, no one can stop Korea. We just redirect him," China stated, sipping his tea calmly. It felt so nice to set Korea free on the Western Countries and enjoy some peace and quiet. Why hadn't he thought of this earlier? Probably too busy cleaning up those fireworks and broken china.

"...Wait, you told Korea to come over here wanker!" England lashed out as China laughed.

"Consider it revenge for the 18th century. Besides, you got to annoy France, so shut up and deal with it, aru." China huffed. England groaned. Though, he felt somewhat better that he knew the frog would suffer. Korea would probably end up staining his clothes.

"I guess it turned out fine. But you're paying for my curtains." England said sternly while crossing his arms. He glanced around at his house, covered with black, blue, and red paint. One of his precious tea mugs now had BTS painted on its front in thick black letters.

"What! No way aru, I told you I deny all responsibility for Korea's actions! He's over 2000 years old! I can't be responsible for him!" China exclaimed. England ignored China's protests before sighing. He'll just have to go shopping for more curtains, and better door locks.

"I'll call you later China. The frog is calling." England said, before hanging up on the ancient nation and picking up the incoming call.

"Angleterre! Are you responsible for this- this monster coming to my house and ruining it!" France shrieked.

"Deal with it fr- wait, how did he get there so fast?" England asked as he rushed down to his basement. He frantically fumbled with his powders, finding one bottle missing from his collection. "He took my bloody floo powder," He growled, regretting putting instructions on the side of the bottle.

"Angleterre! Is there any way to get him to stop!" France panicked "He's going to wreak my precious clothes!" France rushed over and dragged Korea away from his wardrobe, who was in the middle of drawing K-pop symbols and Taegukgi on his white designer clothes.

"If you want to get rid of him, pass him on to someone you hate." England said, gritting his teeth, as he didn't want to deal with France's terrible whining about his precious clothes being ruined.

"Hmm... You are an evil mastermind, Angleterre! Maybe it's your eyebrows? They are, after all, quite evil," Teased France as Korea snuck back over and worked on the taegukgi.

"Shut it frog. By the way, are your curtains ruined yet?" England asked, while grabbing his coat.

"Non. Why do you ask?" France raised a brow while convincing the Korean to try Germany. He couldn't wait to see how Germany reacted if his neat house suddenly was covered in paint.

"Good, I needed new ones. I'm coming over to get them, frog." England cut off the call and hopped in his car, driving off to the airport.

"What? Non! You will not touch my curtains! Angleterre? Did you hang up on moi!?" France hollered. He sighed in relief as Korea rushed out the door and dissapeared in a puff. France stared at his surroundings and groaned at the sight of his beautiful clothes ruined. He decided to give China a phone call. Anyway, China oversaw the care of Korea, right?

Author's note:

Sorry for taking so long to update! HighSchool just started so everything was so crazy for a while, and we had a big exam last week. Thanks for reading this story, if you are still reading this XD

As always, thank Animetronic for beta-ing my story, I swear this story would be terrible without my beta reader.

Disclaimer because I'm paranoid: I obviously don't own hetalia or its characters. The definitions are from the Merriam Webster online dictionary.