Oh btw I regret to inform you that I will be changing this fic's rating to T because I'm just getting to paranoid about its K+ rating. Don't worry, this story isn't going to turn into a lemon or anything XP but I need a little breathing room. Countries gotta swear, (although I'll keep doing this: F***), gotta drink, and some of them gotsta be pervs *eyeroll*. But overall it won't affect my writing style so please stick with me!
Thnx and enjoy the show!
Very, very quietly, we opened the door and snuck into Alex's room. She was still asleep on that wonderful round bed of hers. I grinned in anticipation, my friends and I shushing each other. Gently, we stroked her arms and head, and then we began to sing softly, although in a rather unorganized way…
Zara: It's time to get up, in the morning.
Safi: (In the morning.)
Mari: Got MacDonald's breakfast for you.
Me: (Just for you.)
Zara: (Or any other brand…)
Safi: We drove two miles just to get it.
Mari: So you'd better get up and eat it.
Me & Zara: You don't wanna be a selfish lazy (crazy) girl… (Alex)
Alex's bed looked soooo soft and comfy. Was it bouncy too? Time to find out!
All: So we gotta get up! (Get) Time to get up! It's time to get up! It's time to get up! IT'S. TIME. TO. GET. UP. It's time to get up! (time to get up)
Safi: IT'S TIME TO GET UP!
Mari & Me: IT'S TIME!
Zara: It's time to get up
Safi: It's time toooo
Mari: SHH!
Everyone stopped screaming and jumping on Alex and her bed and we returned to the softer volume of before, although we didn't get off her bed.
Me: Get up.
Zara: It's time.
Safi: Doobie doo
Mari & Me: Waaaaaaake (geeeet) UUUP…
"Time to get up!" Alex exclaimed as she sprung out from under the covers, spreading her arms wide.
"YAY!" We all yelled and laughed together, continuing to jump on Alex's bed, this time her with us.
"Yay for waking up to One Direction!" Zara yelled happily.
"Yay for English stuff!" Mari shouted, equally as happy. "Yay for getting to see him today!"
"Nyaaa the British are comin' the British are comin'!" I yelled as I launched off Alex's bed, holding my arms out to my sides as I flew out of her room and into the hallway. Making airplane noises, I kept my arms out as I ran down the hall, pretending that I was an F-22 like the Flying Dorito of Doom. That's right. I'm five. GET OVER IT.
At the sounds of other airplane noises, I looked over my shoulder to see my friends copying me. "Red tails! Attack!" I yelled as I lead the way sown the spiral staircase, my flock of featherless flying friends (Mari Mari! I made an alliteration! [Mari] That's nice Lees. Now go back to the story. [Me] Oh poop.) right on my tail. Like a rambunctious little kid, I ran up the awesome circle couch and jumped off the back. For a second, as I flew through the air, I touched greatness. Then my feet hit the cold floor.
But I didn't have time to be disappointed because I heard Zara yell "Target acquired!" Before I knew what was happening, I was knocked to the floor and I landed flat on my face with something heavy on my back, the wind knocked out of me.
"Target has been destroyed! Boo-yah!"
"* Zara! Get off!" I gasped.
"No-can-do Leesy!" I could hear Zara's triumphant smile. "You're my territory now!"
Before I could protest any further, a non-female voice screamed. "WHAT THE BLOODY H*** IS GOING ON?!"
I turned my head and looked up as Mari yelled, "Hi England!" Sure enough, there was Mr. Eyebrows himself, standing in our living room, staring at us like the crazy people we are.
" 'Sup Iggy?" I grunted and slapped the floor weakly in an attempt to wave.
A brief look of irritation crossed England's face as he searched for the source of the sound. When he saw me there on the floor, his big ol' eyebrows shot up in surprise. Still, he said, "Please don't call me that," before he told Zara, "I don't think being sat on is a very comfortable position for her."
"You'd be surprised how much she likes it when I'm on top." I heard Zara respond as I felt her pat my head.
"ZaraAAA!" I screamed as I thrust myself to my hands and knees quickly, knocking Zara off my back. "That's so sick! Why would you even say something like that?!"
Zara didn't even bother to get up; she just rolled around on the floor laughing. "Get your mind out of the gutter!" she yelled.
"Who got it in there in the first place?!" I countered as I stood up and planted my foot firmly on Zara's stomach.
"Oof! Aughahahahaha!" Zara let out a puff of air when I put my foot on her stomach, but she kept laughing all the same.
England watched this whole escapade with a 'Well-that's-bizarre' look on his face until Mari drew his attention away.
"We're so glad you're here!" she exclaimed as she glomped him.
"Th-thank you, I'm glad to be here," he said with a small smile.
Mari returned it with a flash of her own pearly whites. "Have you eaten yet?" she asked.
"Not quite yet. I figured I'd take you girls out for some English cuisine."
"You don't have to do that! Why don't we make you break-" She glanced at her watch. "Well, brunch I guess. Why don't we make you some brunch here?"
"Oh no, thank you, but the gentleman should really provide the food."
"Nonsense! We'll be with you all day! The least we can do is make you some brunch!" Mari turned her smile to us. "Come on guys! Let's go get some food going!"
At first I didn't completely comprehend Mari's genius. Sure making breakfast here would be cheaper for England and probably healthier for everyone, but…. Wait, healthier. That's it! We'd definitely stay healthier if we didn't eat England's food!
Naturally, we got to work right away.
"So are we making waffles, pancakes of French toast?" Safi asked.
"WAFFLES!' Zara immediately exclaimed.
"No, we had waffles last time England was over," Alex pointed out.
"Y'allz better shut up so I don't launch into song!" I said with a laugh. Sobering, I said. "I say pancakes." Leaning closer in because our kitchen was open and I didn't necessarily want England to hear this, I whispered, "I doubt he would care for the wonderful toast, whether we call it French of Freedom."
"Ze Lees makes a point!" Mari stated with a grin. "Pancakes it is! Some eggs would be good too. Hey England!" she called over to the living room. "How do you like your eggs?"
"From a chicken." Zara muttered under her breath and my friends and I laughed.
England's head popped out around the corner, a bit of a surprised look on his face. "Um, scrambled is fine love" he answered.
"… Love?" Safi asked, soft enough for only my friends and I to hear as we all turned to get to work.
Mari's face looked puzzled for a moment, but soon realization spread across her face, along with a good amount of redness. "I-It's just something the Brits say," she stammered, hurrying to get started on the food.
The rest of us laughed.
~~Timeskip-named-timestip!~~
"Question England." Alex said, pulling a hoodie on over her Wanted shirt. "How did you get in here anyway?"
"Yeah England!" Zara added, decked out in her Niall shirt. "You a lock picker?"
England smiled sarcastically. "Yes, I used my lock-picking skills when I have the house keys right here." He pulled four identical keys out of his pocket. "America got in yesterday because you forgot to lock the doors. You'd best not do that again. Here, I finally got the replicas made." He turned to me. "Do you still have the one I gave you two nights ago?"
I had to think about it, but eventually I remembered that I'd left it on the counter and I went to get it while. England handed out the rest of the keys to my friends. The only thing was I thought I'd left it on the counter… Hm, well I was notorious for loosing things and finding them in obvious places later. I'm sure it'll turn up, I thought as I followed England and my friends out the door.
"So where's your car?" Safi asked, straitening her One Direction shirt.
"I didn't bring my car today." England asked.
"Then how are we getting you your place?" Alex asked.
"We're walking" England answered simply.
"Walking?" Mari asked. She had Harry Potter sunglasses on her head, matching her Harry Potter shirt. "How are we going to get all the way to your place by walking?"
"Don't you remember?" England asked. "Distance is different for countries."
"What about the Atlantic Ocean?" Safi asked.
England paused for a moment, thinking. "It's best not to think very hard about it."
I shrugged nothing British on me. "Good enough for me Iggy."
England scowled at me. "Please don't call me that."
I got an idea. Taking up a blank face since I can't pull off an innocent face like Safi, I said, "What nickname?" hoping to convince him that I was really that stupid.
England's huge eyebrows mushed together on his face. "You know perfectly well what nickname!" he exclaimed.
"Huh?" I said as dumbly as I could manage without being unbelievable or laughing.
Now England was making incomprehensible sounds of anger, while I tried desperately just to keep my face strait by biting down on my tongue nearly hard enough to draw blood, while my friends snickered around me. "Are you serious?!" England fumed. "Can you possibly be as stupid as that American and that Italian?!"
Inwardly I wondered if I should be offended since I was both, but outwardly I tried to look as close to oblivious as I could get.
Finally, Englandcalmed down and sighed. "Iggy." He muttered under his breath.
"Huh? Whadid you say?"
"Iggy! I said Iggy, alright?! Iggy Iggy IGGY!"
"… Mission accomplished." I said, briefly snapping back in a normal, satisfied me before my friends and I broke out into an absolute laughing fit.
"C-Come on England," Mari tried to keep her laughter down as she took England's arm and turned him away. "Why don't you take us to your place now?"
England grumbled a bit under his breath, muttering something about 'Yankees', and I was tempted to call him a Limey, but I held my tongue.
Instead, Safi, Zara, Alex and I entertained ourselves by singing different One Direction and the Wanted songs as we followed England. Mari stayed up front with him, conversing with him about this and that. Before we knew it, we were actually strolling through the streets of London.
"Wh-where did… H-how did…" Mari stammered, completely flabbergasted like the rest of us.
"England's magical!" Zara exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down in happiness.
Safi gasped. "That's the first time we've ever said that and it's been true!"
"This day shall go down in history!" Alex proclaimed, striking a familiarly epic pose.
England looked a bit proud of himself, like he enjoyed our excitement over something that was so simple for him. "Shall I give you a tour then?" he asked.
"Please do!" Mari said with an excited grin.
England gave her a small smile back, a real one not a self-satisfied one, and offered his arm to her.
Mari took it tentatively, turning her face away for a bit and I could see her blushing madly. "He's just being a gentleman." I heard her mutter repeatedly, like she was trying to convince herself.
We hadn't been walking for long when I realized how unusually quiet my friends were being. I mean, it is us after all. "Why so quiet guys?" I asked as I turned around to face…the air.
"OMIGOSH THEY'RE GONE!" I screamed immediately.
"WHAT?!" Mari yelled, whirling around to also see that Safi, Alex and Zara were all gone. "Where'd they go?!"
"N-Now don't panic!" England said, trying to calm Mari down. "I'm sure they're around here somewhere.
Meanwhile, I had no one to comfort me, so I was having a mental breakdown somewhat similar to when mothers realize that their child has gone missing. What if they'd been- LEES YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING TOO MUCH TAKEN! I immediately thrust that thought out of my mind. It's an anime, and a comedy one I'm sure. "We have to find them!" I exclaimed, going into calm-through-crisis mode. "They could be anywhere!"
"Let's go!" Mari yelled, grabbing England and dragging him along as she and I sprinted down the street, calling for our friends.
"Here Ducky Ducky! Safi! Alex! Where are you?!"
"Red Robin!"…
"Flowers! Australians! Waffles!"
"What's the capitol of Pittsburg?!" "Potatoes!"
I whirled around, my call having been answered, but I only saw Mari. "… Oh, that's right. That's just our thing."
We kept on running and calling, and dragging England along with us, until a bench told us to "Shut the flip up!"
… Wait.
Mari and I skidded to a halt, but England kept going. He flung forward on momentum, but Mari clung on to his hand none the less. In result, England snapped backwards as if Mari's arm was elastic and he smacked into her, knocking them both to the ground. It reminded me of One Piece.
Anyway, I looked at the park bench and sure enough, three pairs of eyes were peeking out from behind it.
"There you guys are!" I exclaimed, relieved but exasperated at their safety at the same time. "What are you guys doing?!"
They giggled. "Watching the show," Alex said, pointing at the ground behind me.
I followed her finger and saw England and Mari in a very awkward position. They were both on the ground, England was sprawled out on top of Mari, and both of them were moaning in pain. England had a rather large, round bump on his head. A small crowd of Brits, all with rather thick eyebrows, were gathering around the pair, uttering exclamations such as, "By George!" and "Blimey!"
It was extremely funny, but I didn't want Mari to get too embarrassed, so I channeled Cal Lightman and let loose a heavy British accent. "Oi! Move along now! Nothin' to see 'ere!" I said loudly, shooing the crowd away, trying to keep the rest of my Lightman imitation at bay. Sadly I didn't need to channel all of his weirdness, just the accent.
Once the spectators had dispersed, I pulled England off of Mari and rolled him onto the sidewalk. I grabbed Mari's arms, slung one over my shoulder and pulled her to her feet"
She moaned. "What happened?"
"I'll explain later," I said as I let go and Mari steadied herself. "But we found the guys-WHAT?!" I screamed as I turned to see that there was no one behind the bench.
"Where'd they go?!" Mari exclaimed, looking behind, under and around the park bench.
"Why do they keep running off?..." I wondered.
Mari shook her head. "That doesn't matter now. What matters is that we find them. "Where's England?"
I pointed to the sorry sap on the ground.
Mari gasped when she saw him. "England! Are you okay?!"
"Mrs. Fairy! Mrs. Fairy! Ahahahahaha!" Britain laughed in his sleep.
Without saying a word, Mari and I picked him up. I threw England's knees over my shoulders, grabbing his legs as Mari wrapped her arms around his armpits. Just like that, we ran off to look for our friends…again.
~~*sobbing for lack of Doctor Who references in this chapter*~~
Oddly enough, they found us first.
"Mari! Leesy!" Safi yelled as she ran up to us.
"Safi!" I yelled as I dropped England and glomped Safi.
Mari was a little nicer than me, so she actually set England down gently before also glomping Safi.
"Are you alright? Did you get doped-up?" I asked.
"I'm fine, and…what?" Safi asked. She shook her head. "Never mind. You gotta come hop us! Zara has-… What happened to him?" she pointed at the Brit.
"Later." Mari stated quickly. "What happened to Zara?"
Safi's eyes widened in remembrance. "You have to come quick! Come on!" So she took up England's legs, Mari took up his head again, and I got underneath and supported his torso.
Safi led us down the street and to the park, where we found Alex and Zara. Alex was literally rolling on the ground, laughing as Zara shook a fake blond boy by the collar. "WHERE'S THE REAL NIALL?!" she screamed.
Quickly, the three of us ran across the street with England, and Mari and Safi set him down on a park bench while I kept running towards Zara and tackled her off the boy to the ground.
"He's an imposter!" Zara snarled as she fought to escape my grip and grab the boy. "Let me at him!'
The boy scuffled away, he's eyes filled with real terror. "Y-You're insane!" he yelled as he scrambled to his feet and sprinted away.
"Lees! You let him get away!" Zara screamed.
I sighed. "I know," I said, watching Safi calm Alex down while Mari stayed with England. "But we have bigger problems. We have to take our guide home."
Eventually, Safi and I got Zara and Alex to come back to Britain and Mari. Once we were all together, we got right to work. In England's pocket we found his wallet, which contained his address. We consulted a 'bobbie', (Safi had to cover Zara's mouth to keep her from laughing.), which is a British cop, and luckily the place wasn't far from here. The bobbie did question why England was knocked out, but luckily Alex covered that. "Drunk." She said. "A little early for that, I know. That's what we told him." He offered to call a cab for us but we didn't know if anything in Britain's home would reveal that he is a country so we insisted that we could take him there ourselves. Following the cop's directions, we soon found England's house. Searching his pockets again, Zara found his house key and opened the door while the rest of us carried Britain inside and dumped him on the nearest couch.
"Safi," I panted. Carrying a guy around, even if you had your friends with and it wasn't that far, was a difficult feat. "Go see if you can make some tea. Zara, help her look for the kitchen, but leave the actual cooking to her. Alex, you come with me. Mari, stay here with England."
Alex and I soon found the bathroom, and she grabbed the first aid kit while I took a wet washrag and we ran back to Mari, who immediately bandaged the rather bulbous bump on his head and put the wet washrag on his forehead.
Moaning a bit, England opened his eyes. "What the-" he said. "How did I get home? What happened?"
"You hit your head," Mari explained. "We found everyone else and then brought you home."
"Erg," England grunted sitting himself up as Safi and Zara re-entered the room with a full tea set, complete with sugar, cream and a full pot of tea. "Why were you running?" he asked the two of them and Alex.
The three of them looked at each other, and I had a feeling I knew why. "We…may have been looking for One Direction." Zara said.
"And the Wanted." Safi added.
England sighed. "You do realize that the chances of either of those groups being out in public in London are very slim right?"
"Hey, peeps' gotta dream." She said. "Besides, this is an anime."
Sighing again, England said, "Well, thank you all for taking me home. I must admit that I feel rather foolish now." He admitted, blushing slightly. Then he saw the tea set. "Ah, I see that you have made tea." He said, looking at the clock. "Right on time too." He took a cup.
Safi's eyes widened and she reached out as if to stop him, but England began talking again before she could. "Tea is obviously better than coffee, don't you think?" and he took a sip. Suddenly, Britain's huge eyebrows shot up as his eyes went comically wide. "Hot-hot-hot-hot-ho—...!" he sputtered as he spit out the tea. Once the hot liquid was out, England cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed. "First of all, pour the milk ahead," he said with a bit of a sheepish smile as Safi handed the cream to him and my friends and I couldn't help but giggle a bit.
"Um England?" Mari said, trying to hold back her everlasting smile. "You have a little bit of tea on your shirt.
England looked down and his face went a bit red when he saw just how much 'a little bit of' tea was on his shirt. "If I may excuse myself,' he said as he stood up. "I think I'll go change into a fresh shirt." And with that he sort of speed-walked out of the room.
Meanwhile, the rest of us relaxed. Safi passed out tea to everyone as we sat back and reflected on all that had just happened. While I was dumping a large amount of cream and sugar into my tea, since I had never had enough tea to know if I liked it or not, I noticed that a look of first realization and then mischievousness crossed across her face.
"Guys," she said, breaking the silence. "I think I know what to use this for now." Out of her pocket, Alex pulled a small, black flask.
"Alex! Safi gasped. "You're not supposed to drink! Remember the energy drinks escapade?"
"Best. Day. Ever." Zara giggled.
"It's not for me!" Alex exclaimed to Safi as she wrestled with her to keep the flask out of Safi's hands. "For him!" she jerked her head towards the hall by which England had left the room.
"… You're going to spike his tea?" I asked.
Alex nodded, her grin becoming infectious.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Mari said warily. "Hasn't he been through enough today?"
"Aw c'mon!" Alex said. "He's fine now. You saw how fast he recovered. Besides, America said that this would make today more interesting. That must mean that England's reaction to stuff like this is really over the top! Don't you wanna see it?"
I was torn. Sure, it was kind of mean, but I really wanted to see what would happen…
"Do it, do it, do it," Zara began chanting, pounding lightly on the table. I soon found myself chanting along with her.
Safi too looked conflicted, but she was quickly coming over to the dark side. "Do it, do it, do it," she joined in.
Mari looked extremely nervous and conflicted at the same time, however she too looked like she wanted to know what would happen. "Oh, just hurry up and do it before I change my mind," she said, looking away.
"Okay," Alex giggled. "Here I go!" And she proceeded to pour as much alcohol as could be held in the teacup without looking suspicious.
No sooner than the flask was back in Alex's pocket did Britain come back with a clean shirt on. "I'm terribly sorry about that," England said as he sat down with us. "But at least now we can begin." He took a sip from his tea and made a funny face. I stiffened. "Hm, it's got an…interesting flavor to it." He stated, taking another sip. "Not half bad though," and he continued drinking.
Subconsciously sipping what was probably 90% milk, I watched England intently. How strong was the stuff in the flask? When would it take affect? How strongly would England react? These questions were to be answered momentarily.
"Wow," England said, sinking back into his chair instead of sitting up strait like a sir. "I haven't had tea this good since…since…since I don't know when!" he took a sip. "Reminds me of the time I went drinking with America." England chuckled, staring off into space as if remembering better times. "Bloody wanker, that one. I raised him you know, and what good did I ever get from it?" England drained his cup. "Ah, but he was so adorable as a child." Suddenly, his eyes widened. "I have a picture of him! I'll be right back!" and with that England ran out of the room, strangely energized.
"More! Give him more!" Zara giggled madly.
"Um, guys, I don't think-" Mari tried to protest, but Alex was already filling England's cup and Safi was putting in just enough tea to make it look believable.
England came in quicker this time, so Alex quickly tossed the flask to me. I tried to keep my giggles down as England took another sip of 'teat. He set the picture down on the table. The picture was of an adorable kid-America sitting on the lap of an actually happy-looking England.
"Lookit tha' git," England's accent was really coming through now. "Bloody cute, 'e was," England drained his cup. "But 'e grew up so fahst! One day I leave 'an he's just a lad, I come back later and suddenly 'e's taller than me!" England stretched his hand up to indicate America's height, but he leaned back too far and fell off his chair.
While Mari was trying to help him up, I tossed the flask back to Alex and she filled England's cup.
Once Mari saw what Alex was doing, she made fast cutting motions with her hands. "No more!" she hissed franticly.
"Last one!" Alex giggled back like the maniac she was.
I probably shouldn't judge; I wasn't exactly doing anything to help.
Mari yanked England upwards by his arm, and the Brit scrabbled clumsily at the table. Somehow, she got him back into his chair, where he sat all sprawled out. Safi hadn't had time to put any tea in England's cup, but he was already so drunk that he didn't even notice that his tea was 100% not tea as he chugged the whole thing down in one gulp. He also didn't notice how Alex, Safi, Zara and I were leaning on each other in some sort of a pile, trying desperately not to burst out laughing.
"Lookat the time! A'ight let's go!" England started to get up, but he tripped over his own chair and down he went yet again. He was topping both Zara and I in clumsiness.
Mari rushed to catch the Brit and she ended up with one of his arms awkwardly around her shoulders. "And just where are you going?" She grunted under his weight.
"Ta Buckin'am Palace!" England proclaimed, throwing his arms out wide, also throwing off Mari's balance.
"Not like that you're not!" Mari exclaimed and she half-threw him onto the couch. "Guys!" she turned to us with an exasperated expression. "Help me out here!
It occurred to me that I probably wasn't being the best friend, not helping poor Mari out, so I forced myself out of my giggle fit and stood up. "Alright," I said. "Safi, Alex, go make England a big pot of coffee, but Safi, don't let Alex drink any. Zara, you and I are going to call a cab. England, where is your phonebook?"
Eventually we were able to get the location of the phonebook out of England. I found it while Zara found a phone and she called for a cab. When we came back into the living room, we were surprised to see England lying on the couch being drunk (not surprising) with a red, swollen cheek. Standing across the room from him was Mari, who looked completely horrified and was clutching her hand. "He…he kissed me!" Mari exclaimed, her eyes wide in shock.
"WHAT?!" Zara and I shouted.
"And we missed it?!" Zara yelled. "Guys! England kissed Mari!" she ran screaming down the hall.
I grabbed Mari's shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "Mari, are you going to be okay?" I asked.
"No!" she exclaimed, getting more and more upset. "He just kissed me! On the lips! And I slapped him!"
"Calm down Mari!" I said as I made her sit on the couch, placing myself between her and the Brit. "He's drunk, remember? It's alright."
At that moment, Zara, Alex and Safi rushed into the room all at once. "He KISSED her?!" they all screamed.
"Yes!" I yelled back. "Now give me the coffee.
"The car's here," Safi said, looking out the window.
"Already?!" Alex exclaimed.
"Okay," I sighed, getting ready for action and ignoring the utter defiance of the laws of the universe that had just occurred outside. "Mari, come on, we gotta go now. The rest of you, help me get this bloody wanker into the car."
Somehow, we managed to do just that. Neither my friends, the driver nor I thought it was a very good idea to bring a drunk to Buckingham after visiting hours, but once England clumsily showed the driver something from his wallet, the driver suddenly helped us all into the car and drove without another word. We let Mari take the front seat since she'd been through a lot in only a few minutes, so the rest of us were crammed in the back with a completely wasted England.
Eventually we did arrive at Buckingham Palace. England paid the driver and told him to "keep the change." In a loud screeching of tires the cab sped away, going 0-60 more quickly than possible anywhere else but in an anime.
England stumbled up to the front gate. Standing outside of it were those guards with the gigantic furry hats.
"Ooooooh my gosh!" Alex squealed as she ran up to one. "Can I try on your hat?" she asked.
The guard didn't acknowledge her.
"Hey! Down here! Yoo-hoo!" she called, jumping up and down. "Hey mister! Hey! Hey! Hey mister! Hey!"
"Alex," Safi said, putting her hands on Alex's shoulders. "They're trained not to respond to anything!"
Alex stared right into Safi's eyes for the longest time. Finally, she said, "You know you want to."
Safi's eyebrows went up and her mouth opened as if to answer with some retort…but then she smiled. "Leesy?" she turned towards me with the face.
Oh no. Not the face.
"FUDGE!" I screamed as I ran towards them, arms waving in the air like Woody. "Mari come on!" I yelled without looking over my shoulder.
Sure enough, soon all four of us were trying our hardest to make the guards crack.
"Oi," England said, still drunk but at least he was taking sips of coffee. "Don't they know it's useless?" he asked Zara.
Wait, Zara? Why wasn't she doing this with us? This sort of thing was right up her alley!
My friends and I realized this and we all turned to stare at her.
Zara stood there, watching us with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face, looking incredibly mature, especially for her. "Amateurs," she said, brushing her black and purple hair out of her face. "Let me show you how it's done." she walked up to us. "Well, don't stop! Keep going!"
None of us questioned her. We did as we were told. If there was only one person in the world who could get them to crack, it was Zara.
So we went right back to doing what we'd been doing before. I didn't want to look down to reveal what Zara was doing, but out of the bottom of my eye I could see her bending over. A while later, she stood up and said, "Okay guys. I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. Just give up already."
This seemed oddly uncharacteristic, which is why we decided to follow her. She led us back to England, who was just sitting there on the ground. "Well, if you're all done 'avin' fun now" he said. "I'll get us in for real." He walked up to the guards, who apparently knew him because they all turned and saluted him. Most of them anyway. The very one who we had been trying to get a reaction out of, turned and fell flat on his face. Looking at his feet, we could see that his shoelaces had been tied together.
"OMIGOSH!" we all screamed and fell on our butts laughing. There were tears in my eyes, but something still worried me. "L-Listen," I said, crawling up to the guard, since I was laughing too hard to walk. "We're so sorry. We didn't mean to-" I wiped the tears out of my eyes and got a good look at the soldier. His shoulders were shaking. Was he crying? … No…. he was laughing!
"Th-tha' was right jolly, mate!" He cried with a Scottish accent. Lifting off his hat, I could now see a young man with green eyes, dark blond hair and a goofy smile on his face. "I 'aven't been got that good in a long time!"
Not exactly the reaction you'd have expected from a England royal guard.
"H-Howard?!" England yelled as he stumbled over to us. "Is tha' you?!"
'Howard' looked up. "England!" he said with a huge grin. "Good ta see ya mate!"
"You two know each other?" Mari asked as she and the rest of my friends came over.
"Oh yeah!" England staggered over. " 'Is grandfather helped me escape captivity during WWII! I needed a bit of 'elp being Italian in order to cross the border, and 'e just 'appened to be in the neighborhood!"
"Tha's right! and I'm named after 'im! Spittin' image they say I am, of when he as younger at least."Howard said happily as he began untying his shoelaces "Ta thank my grandad for 'elpin' 'im, England's taken care of my family! We see each other quite a bit." He looked up at England and smiled a bit bigger. " 'You're lookin' a bit wasted, eh mate?" he asked the country.
"Wha are you talking' about?" England asked. "I'm completely sober!"
Howard laughed good-naturedly. "Sure ya are mate," he said. "What're you doin' here anyways? A bit late to be at the queen's place and with these girls don't ya think?"
From there, we had to explain (cuz England was hardly in good condition to be explaining things) who we were and how England had insisted on bringing us here.
"Sounds like you ladies have been through quite the day!" he laughed. "Well, let me 'elp you out. My shift's almost over, and I can 'elp you get 'ome."
After a bit of protesting from England, Howard was eventually able to convince him to let him help. Soon he had England in a cab and on the way home and us on a private double decker bus to take us home. As soon as we'd said goodbye to Howard and the bus began moving, I immediately ran up to the second level, dragging my friends with me. I've always wanted to ride on the top of a double decker bus, and now was my chance! "This is so cool!" I squealed happily.
"Lees! Look at this!" Mari called.
I turned around to see what she was pointing at, and my mouth dropped open. "Oh. My. Gosh."
Across the top of the bus was one, long sky roof, stretching from the left side of the bus to the right. Through it, I could see the night sky.
"Do you think…?" Safi asked.
Alex and Zara looked at each other, smiled and began to climb up the seats of the bus, the rest of us right behind them. We crouched on top of the seats, and together we pushed the sky roof open. A sudden gust of air rushed through the window, cool but refreshing.
I instantly knew what I wanted to do. Standing strait up, I stuck the upper half of my body out of the sky roof and into the cool air. All around me were the lights of London at night. It was beautiful.
My friends joined me out the top, and once we were all up we joined hands and raised them high.
~~HOWARD! *SQUEE!*~~
The bus took us all the way home. While the drive didn't take as long as it would have if we'd actually driven from England to our house (if that would've been possible), the trip wasn't as quick as it would've been if England had been with us, so we got home late. Many things had happened on the bus on the ride home, stuff I'm not allowed to tell you about because we made a pact ;) but let's just say that we were all exhausted by the time we got home. So we dragged our sorry carcasses off the bus, thanked the driver, and staggered into our house. We bid each other goodnight, laughing briefly at the crazy day, and we all went straight to bed.
I know I KNOW it's a sucky chapter with an equally sucky ending, but it's been such a long time since I updated that I figured I should just get up what I can. Hopefully you bros can deal until I get into a better grove with these long chapters I've been spitting out lately. Well, anyhow, thanks for reading. I love you guys! Please don't kill me!
