I just realised I've never done the disclaimer. Ever. So here. I don't own Hetalia. It's a fanfiction website, that much should be obvious.
England attempted to stifle his laughter as Ukraine showed him the tape of Russia playing Caterpillars with all the child nations. He wasn't stifling it very well however, and was laughing more than he had in years. Actually, days. Germany's house was rather hilarious too. He, Austria and Germany had dropped Prussia back home after he was knocked unconscious by a certain frying pan. While at Germany's house, England had learned not to tamper with German coffee tables.
England, Germany and Austria slammed the door to the basement shut, sighing in relief as Prussia shook the door. He had caused serious chaos at Ukraine's house and was going to be in there for a few days. Naturally he wasn't happy about it. England had a small cut on his cheek, and Germany had bruises on his arms. Prussia was admittedly stronger than he looked, and surprisingly cunning.
England flopped down onto Germany's couch, running his hand through his tousled blond hair. Prussia was now locked in the basement and Germany had taken away all his dirty books and beer. Austria was stood in the corner tuning Germany's guitar for him and Germany himself was in the kitchen getting some food and beer. Hey, dragging an almost- unconscious Prussian into a car and driving through a couple of countries was pretty hard work and worthy of a pint.
England looked around the room, examining the pictures on the walls. There was a rather adorable image of Germany and Italy in Venice, Italy clearly singing something. Both were grinning from ear to ear. Another photo showed Liechtenstein pointing a gun at Prussia wearing the most adorable angry expression ever. Hungary appeared to be sneaking up behind him, pan raised, and she looked evil. England chuckled and looked down at the coffee table in front of him. He saw the cover of one of the magazines and picked it up, silently translating the German. Cakes For Beginners, it read. The cover was slightly torn and had been roughly stapled together again, but he flipped it open anyway. Maybe he could find some recipes that worked. Honestly, all the recipes he knew just burned everything. Useless.
"Gah!" England yelped, dropping the "cooking magazine". The fake cover fell off and revealed it to be a very explicit German Playboy.
England turned bright red, dropping it and standing up. Austria snickered, placing down the guitar. Germany entered the room holding 3 bottles of beer and a plate of sauerkraut and some wurst. He saw the book open on the floor and England's flustered expression and turned even redder than the Brit was.
"That's not mine..." he stammered, a string of German curses pouring from his mouth.
"Er..." England said, laughing awkwardly. Austria was still snickering as Germany quietly took it outside and burned it.
But that was not even remotely comedic compared to the sight of big, scary Russia wiggling about on the floor in a sleeping bag. England's face turned red and he exploded into a legendary fit of giggles. His laughter was infectious, and soon Ukraine found herself falling about too, tears of mirth spilling from her eyes. It was lucky the nations were out with Hungary and Austria, because they would've gotten some very strange looks.
With a loud thump and a couple of swear words, England rolled off the sofa and faceplanted the floorboards. Ukraine immediately looked down to check if he was okay, but he simply grinned back up at her and began laughing harder than ever. Today was a good day.
Ukraine rolled off the sofa and joined him, absolutely roaring with laughter.
"Russia's going to absolutely bloody kill us!"
"I know! Hahaha!"
(A/N)
This chapter is so short it might as well be an omake even though I'm not six hundred percent sure what an omake actually is.
I just wanted to write something random xD have a short and bollocksy chapter