Well, I felt like updating earlier cause I wanted something happy and stress free to entertain myself with for a bit.

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"I can't believe Gilbird's a girl," he mumbled. He was lying sprawled on the couch staring at the ceiling feeling stupid and bored.

"It's your own fault for assuming she was a boy and not bothering to check your facts."

Prussia sighed and turned to look at England. He was doing paper work. In other words, he was doing old man stuff and being boring. Prussia made a face at him. Come on! They were the about the same age and he at least was still awesome and cool and definitely a fun person to hang out with. Although Prussia found the clothes the Brit had chosen to wear very interesting. Jeans with a burgundy sweater vest over a long sleeved white shirt that was rolled up to the elbows. Funny how he didn't look old but he sure acted old.

Tick tock.

Stupid goddamn mother fucking clock. The silence was driving him insane!

There was nothing to do. England's old ass TV didn't have cable and Prussia had been stuck watching the news for ten agonizing minutes before he'd turned it off and gone back to being bored. Any other time he would have pulled out his trusty phone and messed around with it but as he'd found out during breakfast, it was dead and it wasn't going to come back to life any time soon.

"If you're so bored," England said, glancing up from his work and giving him an annoyed hand motion, "why don't you go out and do some sightseeing. Or better yet, you could try to get in contact with your brother and possibly resolve this little problem you've gotten yourself into."

Prussia leaned his head back and gave England an upside down grin. "Aw, trying to get rid of me already?"

England huffed. "I'm just curious. How long are you planning on staying?"

Hum. That was actually a pretty good question. "I'm…not sure. Until you kick me out?"

England dropped his pen and inclined in his chair. He looked troubled.

Prussia raised an eyebrow and rolled over so he was lying on his stomach. "Something wrong Iggy?"

"Don't call me that," he snapped automatically. His defensive stance deflated and said, "Nothing's wrong it's just, I'm leaving London in a couple of days. Do you think it's possible you will have settled things with your brother soon?"

Prussia ignored the question and instead asked one of his own. "Leaving? Where too?"

This was interesting news. As far as Prussia knew, there weren't any meetings any time soon. In fact, the next one wouldn't be until three months from now. He should know. He'd made sure to memorize Germany's schedule so he'd know when he could get away with stuff, you know, since he doesn't attend any of the world meetings anymore. Not that he wants to. Judging by Germany's foul mood whenever he gets back from them, they never get anything done.

He watched England shift uncomfortably in his seat and he waved his hand vaguely. "I'm just going to my cottage."

Prussia blinked. "Cottage?"

England rolled his eyes. "Yes. Cottage. I don't spend all my time in London, you know."

"Well, I kinda though you did." Despite the house being big and filled with elaborate decorations that probably cost a fortune, Prussia had just figured England liked collecting things. It had even sort of suited him if his stuffy British persona carried over to his personal life. It made since, considering how England had been all around the world – colonies in Africa, Asia, Oceania, North and South America. Of course he'd collect things and put them in his home. Prussia himself had a couple of trophies from his glory days but most of them were in cardboard boxes shoved under his bed.

The Englishman shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his paperwork. "I only use this house when there's a world meeting being held here or when I need to discuss political issues with my boss for extended periods of time. I don't especially like living in London, although a visit once in a while is refreshing. In general it's too loud and crowded."

Prussia barely heard him mumble something about fairies and solitude but he chose to ignore that part.

"So…that means I was lucky that you were still in town?"

"Hum, now that you mention it. You were extremely lucky."

Prussia mulled this new information over. Now he was curious to know where England really lived but he had a feeling the Brit wouldn't tell him easily. Prussia went back to staring at the ceiling.

A couple more minutes of silence passed before he heard England sigh and the sound of his papers ruffling caught his attention. He was putting his work away and only mumbled a resigned, "Come on. I suppose I can spare some time to entertain my guest. Maybe you'll even find something you like and you'll finally let me finish my work without this awkward silence between us."

Prussia jumped to his feet, relieved at finally doing something. "I didn't think it was awkward," he offered as he watched England slip his coat on. "Just boring."

England just hummed at him and slipped his keys into his pockets. He paused long enough to sweep his eyes over Prussia's body and give him a dubious look. "Are you not going to wear a coat? I think I have one of America's old jackets lying around. If you want I can look for it."

"Naw. It's not even that cold out."

This statement being contradicted by the fact that just outside the window, the sky looked blue and gloomy and a moderate wind was swaying the tree leaves.

England frowned and Prussia found it funny that he was briefly turning into the mother hen that France always said England was deep inside. "You might catch a cold."

"Puff. I'm too awesome to catch a cold!"

That made England roll his eyes and just walk towards the door. "Suit yourself."

A/N: Because I see England liking the countryside more than the city. Does anyone else think that England fits in better among the ocean and forest? And yeah, the cottage. It's actually one of the few things I had clear in my mind when I started writing this story but I couldn't introduce it right away because it's supposed to be England's getaway, hence a secret that only a select few know about (aka. NOT America or France).

Now that I look at it, this chapter would actually work as part of the last.