England glared at the muddy ground as he sat on the little park bench. His phone lay on the ground in front of him, with the entirety of South West England bombarding him with questions about why it had been raining so much. They'd been doing it for days and he hadn't looked at even one of the messages.
Arthur groaned and picked up the phone, flicking through them. The South West cities were moaning at him, Scotland was annoyed with him, chainmails from Prussia, and he had a couple of messages from Prince Harry, and some from David Cameron.
Arthur scowled, he didn't really like the man. He was treated quite coldly by the Prime Minister, and no doubt Mr. Cameron wasn't happy about him being in Ukraine at the moment.

The Brit suppressed a sigh, thoughts turning to her. It would be extremely awkward for him to go back to the house right now. Plus Russia was still there, and no doubt Hungary was drawing an incredibly explicit doujinshi for Japan.
He ran a hand through his soaked blonde hair. It was raining here in Ukraine as well as in the UK, and he didn't have a coat. His shirt was sticking to his chest, and his hair was plastered to his head. Water dripped from the end of his pointed nose, and his hands were bone white and freezing cold. The wind whipped across his face like a blade.
England ignored the relentless pounding of water against his skull, and reached down to untie his shoelaces. He pulled off his shoes and socks and began emptying them of water, smiling a little as a cascade of water poured out. It was rather comical. Now he could-

"Oi! Artha!" a voice cried out from behind him. A black umbrella suddenly hit him in the back of the head, falling to the ground with a thump and a splash.
"Bloody hell! You sh-" England began to yell. Suddenly an apple hit him in the mouth, and he spun around.

"Alright my luvver?" Bristol grinned as his green eyes met hers.
"Oh god," Arthur moaned, yanking the apple out of his mouth. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" he said, grabbing the umbrella and putting it up. Bristol beamed wider, flicking her sharp diagonal fringe back from her face. Her black hair was glossy and was tied back in a long braid down her back. There was a small, slightly pointed floating hair at the side of the braid, and reminded England of Norway's curl. She appeared to have a small robin perched on her shoulder, and a short cutlass strapped to her wide hips.

"Artha!" she called again. "How come you a'nt been at 'ome? I was lookin' for ya!" she said, ruffling his soaked blonde hair.
"Get off, you git! And how the hell did you find me in Ukraine?" England yelled, trying to flatten his hair in case it dried like that - it would never go down again. Bristol's emerald eyes sparkled manically.
"Frogface." she said.
"Huh?"

"Frogface!" she repeated enthusiastically. England's face was still blank, and Bristol facepalmed. "Frogface tol' me you were at Ukraine's place. He also tol' me that you was there because Sealand turned a load'a nations into babbers, so I whacked him upside the head." Bristol explained. England waited a few seconds before replying, attempting to decipher her thick "farmer" accent.

"Um... He told you where I was and you hit Sealand?" England asked, beginning to walk back to Ukraine's. Bristol followed closely, skipping happily. She nodded, and he swore loudly.
"Did you tell the others I'm here?" he asked. Dover was pissed at him, and Isle of Wight was very clingy. And Brighton... was Brighton.

"Nope! I can't be ast." she answered.
"Oh thank God!" he sighed, relieved. "And stop butchering the language."
"Nah, my luvvar, I does wot I likes, don't I?" Bristol said grinning evilly.
"You're worse than America." Arthur said exasperatedly.
"I, worse than America? Pah!"
"You're going to slip on that puddle."
"Yeah righ- SON OF A FUCK!"
"I laugh at you."
"Shut it!"

(A/N)

EEEEEEE. IT'S 12.12.12 Dx Last repetitive date we'll ever see. Last one EVER if you actually believe the world is going to end in a few weeks.

Also I'm nearly at 100 reviews! YAY!

This chapter was longer, but it didn't really fit very well and so I chopped it in half. So this shall remain teeny.

And that's Bristol, my OC xD If she sucks total ass tell me. She's not going to be here forever, she's currently here to annoy the brains out of England. Just to solve a few things that might confuse people, her curl that floats at the side of her head represents the Clifton Suspension Bridge, and the robin is Banksy due to his name being Robin xD She's also got the physical appearance of a 17 year old, and she's about the same height as England.

What am I doing. Also I keep getting the creepy feeling that my sister has walked in, but she hasn't. Now my back is cold. I have those weird bumpy thingies all over my arm! (aru)

Byebye! I'll try and update Eyjafjallajokul tonight too but I can't promise it.

Also, "Babber" means a child, and "ast" is how we sometimes pronounce "asked" in Bristol.