I seem to have split a lot of people, though most of you are siding with America (which was my original intention in the first place, since Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland are on England's side of course).
Though I did get a few...rant-ish reviews which was kind of odd...just a story guys, come on!
This chapter will involve a lot of dialogue, but that's because there is a very long phone conversation...sorry about that.
Weddings, Babies and Romantic Brothers
Chapter Six - Telephone
England's pregnancy - Two months two weeks
Wedding - One week to go
HELP
The situation right now was probably worse than when America was staying with England's brothers' house. It had seemed that in order to comfort and defend their baby brother, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland had moved themselves into England's house. Meaning, that if he were to return to his home, he would most likely be killed. He even remembered Scotland's threat -
"If ye come any closer to the wee brat, I'll fuckin' chib ye..."
America had no idea where in his body his 'chib' was but it sounded painful. So right now, he was stuck hiding out in a hotel and panicking. His wedding was supposed to be in a week and his soon-to-be bride wasn't speaking to him! Was there even still a wedding to go to? Why was he being blamed? England had lied to him too!
He couldn't take it anymore, he had to speak to England. America picked up his cell phone and dialed in England's number...hopefully this time he would actually answer him instead of leaving it to the answer machine...he was sure that leaving twenty two messages was borderline stalker.
"What the fuck do you want..."
Ah...England was still in a mood...
"I WANT to be able to come down without my chib being threatened! I might need that!"
A slight silence followed by muttering in the background. Scotland's accent stood out so he must be in the room with England.
"A chib is not part of your body, you idiot..."
America sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tell Scotland to get out the room, I want to talk to you in private."
He expected England to say no and hang up on him but after more background chat he heard the slam of the door. "Alright he's gone, what do you want?"
"I want to be able to come home and hug you! Seriously, I love you even though you totally lied about being Hong Kong's dad!"
"In my defence, you never specifically ASKED if I had any children!"
"It was your obligation to tell me when we started going out!"
"And it was YOUR obligation to tell me that Russia was fucking you before we went out!"
Oh, so that is what made England so mad...? Oh...he was in real trouble then...
"It wasn't like that! Ok, I mean, it totally was but it wasn't like a real relationship! We just...I don't know, met up occasionally to have sex..."
A sigh at the other end and some kind of clinking noise...England must be drinking tea.
"Alright, I admit that it was probably unfair of me not to tell you that Hong Kong was my child...but that was from a very bitter part of my history. Yes, China and myself had a brief marriage but it was never in a romantic manner...Hong Kong was the result."
America pouted...now England felt guilty? He must be really hormonal or the clinking he heard was not tea but a whisky bottle...he just hoped it was tea, he didn't like his Iggy being drunk.
"Well...I suppose that is understandable but you should have told me..."
"And you should of told me about Russia."
"Ok, we both should have told each other stuff, but that's what a relationship is all about, we tell each other stuff..."
"When did you become so reasonable?"
America chuckled at that, England sounded a lot less grumpy now.
"Must be you rubbing off on me..."
"I suppose so..."
There was a slightly awkward silence after that...
"So England, do you forgive me?"
"...Of course I do you git..."
The sunny blonde grinned happily, so pleased that he had managed to get back into England's good books. "And I forgive you too...does our baby forgive me...?"
"I'm sure she does..."
"Arthur! I told you, it's gonna be an awesome boy, not a girl!"
"If you start another argument on the phone then I'm naming this child Ivan."
Ok, that was harsh...
"Fine fine, I'm sorry! Don't call it a communist name!"
"I won't if you behave...and you better show up at the church on time, if you're late I'll kill you..."
"I love you Arthur~!" sang America.
"...I love you too Alfred..."
End of Chapter
The wedding is back on people! YAY!
Oh, and in regards to Scotland's threat...the rough translation is that he was threatening to hit America with a very blunt object...
WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN NEXT!
...I don't actually know yet, hope it's not writer's block...
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