A/N- This is said to be hilarious from my editor/friends so enjoy! -w- This one is really longer for some reason too, I hope you enjoy and this totally escapes from the plot a lot cause I'm scatterbrained!

England slumps toward the freezer in agenizing pain, almost forgetting how strong the old nation really was. The bathing nation was so cute, yet so violent, nearly putting the bruised nation into a concussion. He was more confused with how his companion got his hands on a wok and ladle, his choice of weapons. The messy haired nation did deserve it, and with a sigh, grabbed an icepack out of the freezer, took a book from the shelf, and went to lie down. After finding a good position to start reading with the icepack still on his aching bump on his head, the phone rings.

Ughhh! Who could that be now! The injured country thought in anger, looking at the caller ID seeing that it would be the only country to bother him at a time like this, almost perfect to wreck his already horrible mood, as if it were scheduled.

"What the bloody hell do you want from me Francis?" The beaten nation says in a low groan with a little anger in his voice as well. Letting out another small groan, England manages to speak a small sentence in a light whisper. "I'm not in the best condition to deal with you at the moment."

"What's wrong Arthur, you sound terrible. Do you have a cold again?" France asked only half serious, hearing the hatred in the British nation's voice was almost calming to his ears, knowing that England must be okay. After a few seconds of silence, he hears a small plead from his allied nation.

"Please just hang-up and leave me be." England struggles to mumbles out, and then closes the conversation with the press of the finger. Before hanging up, all he heard was something about a book. France is so troublesome! England thinks, and then hears the water stop from the bathroom, remembering that his old friend was also in his house. Also realizing that the ice pack melted, along with the pain from the ferocious attack from China, the weary nation decided to put his book down and the icepack away.

When England went to the freezer, he forgot to retrieve the 'lost' book America was talking about, knowing he had to give it back to him. This must have been what France was talking about too, England thinks, with another sigh escaping him. As he went down the hallway, toward his room, he found a dripping wet, shirtless China zip from the bathroom to the guest room in a moment. Speechless, in that moment, the by standing nation noticed so much, the old nation's brown hair dripping wet over his shoulders, slyness in his deep brown eyes with a glint of worry, and how agile the old nation can be at times. The stunned nation forgot the reason he went up to his room, all he did was sit on his bed with a confused look on his face until a familiar voice snapped him out of semi-trance.

"Hey, Arthur, HELLO!" a high pitch voice says right in front of the Britain nation's face. "What's wrong with you!" saying the phrase a little this time louder.

"Oh! Hello there Flying Mint Bunny, I didn't notice you there for a second." England says, almost going cross eyed due to the position where the 'imaginary' creature was flying. "I was just thinking about something is all, so what's up?"

"Well obviously you didn't notice me, but I just wanted to visit you!" the green bunny with wings said with eagerness.

"Well, I would but I am extremely busy today, maybe some other time?" England says with a sigh that leads both him and Flying Mint Bunny into a giant disagreement. Protesting that they've been together forever, Mint Bunny was just pissed that Arthur was ditching him for another friend. As England continues to argue, China quietly passes the bedroom with the door wide open. In confusion to who England was talking to, the curious nation raps on the door ounce to obtain his younger companion's attention.

China raps on the door quickly with a confused face. Not only was this confusing, but he had to sneak into the guestroom shirtless, swearing he brought clothes to change into still forgetting a shirt. Also how his hair tie broke in a matter of seconds, using one of his spares for once in a long time. Lightly raping on the door again, his messy haired loved one swiftly turns around.

"Hello Yao, I didn't notice you standing there!" England said quick and seemingly agitated.

"Uhh…. Are you okay? Is your head injury better aru~?" the elder said to his young partner, knowing his partner must be having his "hallucinations" that everyone in the G8 knows he goes through from time to time.

"Yeah, all better. Why would…you….ask something…LIKE…..THAT!" England stammers word after word, flinging his arms around like he was trying to shoo a fly or gnat away. The now irritated nation was vigorously trying to shoo a very annoying Flying Mint Bunny away to be precise, but the only thing the calm nation could see was how irritated the blonde nation was becoming.

"Well….Do you want to show me around, since I might have to go back to my house in a day or two, aru?" China says with a little thought, thinking about how his home might be terrorized by Russia, or the pandas in this kind of temperature, making him a little more anxious than usual. The old nation wanted to do anything but that, avoiding all that country stuff, and stay with his beloved gem in this house, but he knew it won't last long at the very start. But he rather spends two days in the United Kingdom's house hold with him then without. Seeing the newly fallen snow melting from the rays of the sun saddened him, knowing he might not have much longer to stay.

"Wait, what do you mean Yao?" England says, after a long pause. He did know what China meant though, after a two day snow storm with a mix of rain and the sun peeking out of the clouds for the rest of the week, he knew the earliest it would all end is tomorrow evening. Unless I would happen to pull some strings on the weather, the magically gifted nation thought in the back of his mind.

Waiting for a reaction, the now depressed nation looked deeply into the other nation's emerald eyes, not meeting his gaze at all. There was a glint of secrecy in the emerald eyes of the younger nation, that's another factor that made him a gem to the older nation. As the elder sighed, the much younger nation sprinted what seemed to be the private studies of his own. England was going to attempt changing the weather.

A/N- Yeah I'm working on the fourth chapter and hopefully get it done and uploaded before break ends. School makes me so much busier than ever so I might seem like I'm dead but I'm just enjoying the pleasure of standardized test, grades, projects, activities, and more test. T.T Bare with me, I'll try getting the next chapter out soon (I hope). -.-'