Chapter 2
"So you work here, America?" England hissed into the younger nation's ear. America's eyes went wide in surprise, but he quickly switched to his 'Hero' act.
"Y-yeah," America replied, stuttering just a little bit. "So… what brings you to my country?" he inquired happily. The answer surprised him.
"The World Meeting. In case you forgot, you're hosting it." England replied coolly, taking his hand off of the American. Oops. America had completely forgotten about that part. Notes from earlier in hand, he quickly started off towards the library, with more reason than before. "You do know that it is rude to leave a person when they are speaking to you! Now where the bloody hell are you going?" the Brit asked, starting to get a little annoyed.
"…Library…" America muttered under his breath, slight blush on his face. This caused England to double over with laughter. America, go to a library? Get real here.
"Hah, wow I really needed that! Honestly, where are you heading?" he said, wiping away a tear. He didn't see the hurt look on his former colony's face. America thrust his hands into his pockets and looked down as he continued to walk away; he hated it when someone laughed at him because he went to a certain place.
"I mean it," he said, raising his voice, trying to make it so that the person he was talking to wouldn't suspect anything. "I'm going to the library." It was England's turn to be surprised. He gave a quick call of 'Wait up' and rushed up to America.
"Where's your car then? You can't honestly say that-" he started.
"I'm walking," America interrupted, speeding up. He didn't tell his former caretaker that he didn't have a car. It's why he liked to ask England if he could borrow his.
"-you're walking." he finished. Then America's words sunk in. "Are you crazy! It is bloody freezing out and you're walking. If this is some new dieting idea, I swear-"
"My car's in the shop, okay!" America snapped back. England didn't notice the way his voice wavered slightly as he lied. He stopped his sentence, probably trying to take in the idea that, for once, America had a logical reason to do something crazy. He pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the forming headache.
"I'll drive you there," he sighed out. America put on a confused look.
"What? Dude, I'll totally be fine, seriously you don't need to go through all that trouble." America said. He got really nervous when he had to go on car rides with the other nations. Not only did he worry about them finding out something he didn't want them to find out, but it usually ended up in unnecessary fights.
"I said I'll drive, you bloody git! You're damn lucky I have to go there anyway!" England said. This was actually true. He needed to do some research to finish up his report for the Meeting, but he certainly wasn't about to tell that to the bloody idiot he was talking to. Before any more protests could be made, he grabbed the younger nation by the wrist and practically threw him into the old vehicle before getting in himself. As he turned on the car, England decided that it was going to be a long day.
Iggy doesn't know just how long, does he? Okay, fun facts: the three reasons I managed to stay awake while writing this: My cat, my Ipod, and Steve (see hetaoni). The one reason this makes sense: spell check. Hey, does know what type of car England drives, I can't find it anywhere. Happy Memorial Weekend!