Chapter 5
"W-what? Are-are you sure about th-that?" America asked, stuttering from shock. If England stayed over, heck, if England even entered his house, America was screwed. America didn't know this, but England had already started to try to figure things out since he had first seen America that morning.
"Yes, America, I'm positive. Your boss was-" before England could finish the sentence, America cut him off with a loud growl and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'at least that jerk can do one thing'. "Excuse me?" England asked; that was not the response he was expecting. He must have misheard, right?
"Never mind," America said quietly. He also sounded a little grumpy, the island nation observed.
"Ah, but I DO mind," England retaliated. This was his chance to get some information. Finally! England had been waiting for a chance like that all day!
"Well you shouldn't! It's just-" America cut himself off. He gave an exasperated sigh when he realized what he was about to say. "It's nothing," he stated, shaking his head. Nothing was going right for him today, was it?
"Then why are you getting so worked up about it if it really is nothing?" England contradicted. America was sure to get upset now. Whenever someone, usually England, contradicted him at the meetings, he would practically get into a shouting match with them. He was expecting to see an America that was fuming with rage when he glanced over. What he got was an America who had his head down and was clutching a knee to his chest.
"Dude, I'm not mad or anything," America said. Silently he added I just don't want to talk about this. "Are we there yet?" he asked, changing the subject. England sighed, America's damn head was too bloody level!
"Yes, we are here," England answered in a calm, if slightly annoyed, voice. Why wouldn't the bloody git get annoyed like always? Although he had been suspiciously quiet since he had heard that England was staying with him…
"Give me a sec to open the door…" America said sullenly. He was upset at the fact that England was staying with him. He knew that the next time the Brit got drunk his secret would probably be out. And all because of that jerk of a president! America mentally got prepared for England's reaction to his small apartment. "Welcome to my house," he said half-heartedly.
"Thanks," the ever polite gentleman England replied. As he walked in, he glanced at America's face. A frown was etched onto it, which confused the island nation. Although he understood the instant he walked through the door.
(dodges book). Okay, sorry that I didn't bring Iggy into the house yet. I don't have much to say. America's freaking depressed and I might be slower on updates now (2 days max, probably). Again, sorry. But next time, Iggy will go in, I promise! Just don't throw any more books at me!(person who threw books complains) Shut up! Do you want Iggy or not? (person nods and walks away) Okay, I got annoying party pooper to leave. See you soon!