"America? Open this bloody door now!" England grumbled a bit to himself before attempting again to knock at the door. Why wasn't that wanker opening the door already? He hasn't been answering his phone calls, emails, or text messages either. Normally, the American ignoring him would have been a bliss, a gift sent from the heavens, but it has changed since they became Fan Fiction buddies as America called it.
"Are you trying to talk to Alfred?" he jumped and turned around to the sweet Canadian staring at him. Oh thank god, it was only Canada.
He nodded, "Yeah but he's not answering."
"Let me try." Canada smiled lightly at him and knocked on the door lightly. "Pizza is here!"
"OH BOY! PIZZA IS HERE! SHIT! YES!" a large booming voice echoed across the mansion and England could swear he could hear a pair of wine glasses that he have bought for him for Christmas break. Finally, the door whipped open and America popped out smiling with literally a bag of money in his hand.
"Oh..it's you England." the colour of his face drained. "Why are you here?"
"I want to know why you have been avoiding me!"
"Have I?" America began to sweat.
This is so much fun Canada thought to himself and smirked as he watched the two. Though England didn't seem to read the story the way he was acting. Oh well, this was way better.
"Yes and I'm worried America. Not to mention pissed."
"Well don't worry about it. It's nothing."
"You sure?"
"Of course." he smiled genuinely at him. "I'm the United States of America. Come in then."
He turned to Canada, "What are you here for?"
"It's nothing Alfred. I'll see you at the next World Meeting."
"Where is it taken place?"
"China's. Well Au Revoir." the Canadian quickly dashed off leaving the two confused. America dropped the bag of money on the floor and gestured for the British nation to come inside.
"I want to show you some fan fiction stories I found online. It's a DoctorXRose one." England giddily smiled. "I support those two so much. I'm glad they got together in the end."
"No thanks. How about a movie instead?" America showed him a pile of action films that sat next to his plasma screen. "I'm not in the mood really to read. C'mon, I even have some James Bond movies in there. I know you love Daniel Craig."
"Fan fiction is our thing!" England protested, his arms crossed. "Have something happened recently America?"
"It's nothing, honestly!" he smiled at him to prove his point which only worried him more. Maybe he hasn't been eating enough hamburgers lately he thought. Or perhaps McDonalds are closing down. I did hear alot of controversy about McDonalds these days. Perhaps that's why. I guess I'll go easy on him.
"Okay then. I don't mind. As long as it's a James Bond movie. I don't want to watch one of your Chuck Norris movie."
"Chuck Norris is awesome dude! He's so awesome that the doctor exclaimed that awesomeness was pouring out of her mom's vagaga when he was born."
"Please don't say things like that. Please."
"What did you want, an exploding pen?" they both stared blankly at the movie screen, popcorn the only thing between them. They have already watched this over thousand times themselves and re-watching it only was more tiresome. Not to mention it, not a word was said between the two after the vagaga joke. America, who was usually very loud and meddlesome, stayed quiet through the movie.
"America.."
"I'm going to sleep. You should leave." he stretched to reach the remote and quickly turned it off, the darkness of the room enveloping the two. Their only source of light was the moonlight that was streaming through the curtains.
"I suppose so then." England nodded and stood up. "Thanks for spending time with me though you didn't really want to."
"England-"
"It's fine. I'll keep my distance from you for now on. I don't know what's up with you but it has something to do with me. Good bye America." he walked up to the door and left the American nation alone in his mansion.
"Arthur.." he muttered.
Canada watched as the British nation disappeared, a smile upon his face. Of course it was sad to see them depart like that but it would be all worth it. He quickly flipped his phone and pressed it against his ear, giggling every few seconds. Finally, it answered:
"Who is zis?" France sipped at his wine as another one of his "ladies" brushed against his (awfully hairy) chest.
"Hello Francis."
"Matthew, why hello there dear old friend!" he laughed. "What is ze matter? Something to talk about?"
"Yes actually. It's about England and America."
"Amerique and Angleterre? Where are you?"
"At America's place."
"Want me to meet you there?"
"Just meet me at my place."
"Where is that exactly?" France pulled out a notebook and pencil from who knows where. Canada groaned. What was up with people not being able to find Canada? It's damn Canada people!
"Look, find out yourself. Au Revoir Francis." he clicked the phone. Time for some serious planning between the two brothers.
Sorry for the lack of crackiness and how late it took to post it online. I will post a Christmas special soon so please be patient. It'll be extra long just for you readers. Feel free to give me some requests for guest stars, jokes, situations, etc. I'll appreciate it.