Arthur jumped at the ringing of his phone. He dropped his paperwork to attend the call, in case it was his boss, but when he saw the caller ID, he froze. He let it go to voicemail before he allowed himself to breathe again. It was Antonio. Although it had been over half of a century already, Arthur felt awkward around the Spaniard. He couldn't bring himself to speak about anything not work related with the other which annoyed his ex to no end. If he were to be calling about work, Arthur would have received some sort of notice, and be given time to mentally prepare himself, so he could only assume that this was a personal call. There was a message, but Arthur had gotten messages from the man before, and knew they weren't worth listening to. There was always too much talk about feelings in those messages. Feelings, Arthur thought were such trivial things; they were tiring and completely overemphasized. Arthur was done with feelings. Whatever thoughts were plaguing his mind caught fire and were burnt away by his anger when his phone started ringing again because this time it was a certain frog calling him. "Bloody hell! Is the whole of that godforsaken Bad Touch Trio trying to torment me?" Arthur thought as he stared at his phone, "Well at least Gilbert is tolerable, and he's next on the list right?" Then he realised what he just thought, "Did I just say that a member of that group was tolerable? Gilbert's almost as bad as America AND he hangs around those other two sods." In his confusion, he just decided to pick up, "What do you want, Frog?" England had the unique ability to make you hear a glare, others could give off the tone that made you feel as though they were glaring, but Arthur actually made you hear it.

"Ah, Angleterre!" Francis smiled, "You had me worried that you wouldn't pick up."

"Well, what is it?"

"I hope you don't mind too much, but Antonio and I will be joining your little drinking group for tonight."

He sent such a terrifying aura through the phone, but answered in an eerily calm tone, "Yes, in fact I would mind, you cheesy monkey." Had Francis not known the Briton's musical voice so well, he would have thought it was Russia on the phone.

"We're coming anyways; Antoine really wants to see you, Cher."

"I'm not then."

"Then we'll come to your house." France threatened.

"I'll think about it, but if you sods speak more than necessary, I will strap you down to Busby's Chair and lock you up in a room with Belarus after telling her that you molested her brother." Francis shuddered at the thought, but agreed and gave Toni a thumbs up. Then Arthur spoke again, "Now sod off, I have paperwork to do."

"Ah, désolée, Cher." The Frenchman laughed.

Arthur tried to distract himself with his work. He was rather successful for about an hour, but he was so focused he got it done and had the rest of the day to think about the worst evening ever. He was just glad he didn't have to face the two of them sober. "I hope they don't try anything funny when I'm drunk."

He only had an hour left of peace, but it wasn't so peaceful what with the thoughts that terrorized him, and a phone call from America. Alfred tried asking him to join Japan and himself for a game of laser tag. The only factor that was deterring the Briton was the fact that America had "called dibs" on him, so England would have to be on his team. He was about to say yes, then he'd not have to deal with the Bad Touch Trio, but there was a knock at his door. Behind said door was a certain albino that was determined to keep Arthur from aborting all plans of going out. "What is it, you twat?" Arthur said as he saw the German.

"I came to pick you up. You did say the Awesome had to be the designated driver today."

"Oh, well there's been a change of plans; I'll be going out for laser tag with Japan and America." He replied not looking into Gil's red eyes which pleaded for him to come.

"YES!" Alfred screamed through the phone, "I'll be there to pick you up in a few- hey, Kiku!"

There was a moment of silence as Kiku took the phone from Alfred. "Arthur-san? Please do not feel bad, if you have a previous engagement, you should follow through with it."

"No, Kiku, I want to play laser tag with the two of you."

"We can go again Arthur-san, but do not let us ruin your plans, please, I'm sure Matthew-san or Feliciano-kun would be happy to join us if you are busy." Arthur was having a hard time explaining to Japan his problem as Prussia was standing in front of him. He was getting extremely irritated although he could never let out any of his anger on the well-intentioned Japanese man, so he gave up.