Chapter 9
"Look, bro, if you're still mad about that whole 'catch' thing, I'm sorry. Honestly, how many times do I have to say it?" America apologized. England was rather shocked to say the least.
"Umm… What 'catch' thing?" England questioned. America rubbed the back of his neck, at trait he did when he felt nervous about something.
"Well, you see, me and Canadia-" America started.
"Canada and I," England corrected. It's bad enough that the fool butchered his language, but at least he could try to speak proper!
"Whatever. Anyway, we were playing a game of catch," America finished.
"And?" England interrogated, arms crossed and bushy eyebrow raised.
"And America hit me with the ball, in a very sensitive area," Canada finished. A loud slapping noise was heard accompanied by several curses courtesy of both nations on the other side. After the new fight had died down, Canada decided to speak. "And… that didn't even have anything to do with what I wanted to talk about."
"What is it then?" America asked.
"What exactly have you been doing these past years?" Canada indirectly answered. America stayed silent.
"Answer the question, lad," England ordered. America studied the floor. Canada spoke up instead.
"Hold on," the sound of footsteps, "I'll be," slight panting, "right," noise outside the door, "there." The door opened to reveal a Canadian who was holding a plate of pancakes with chocolate chips in them in one hand, and a jug of maple syrup in the other.
"What the bloody hell Canada! When did you get here?" England yelled at the figure.
"Yesterday," the maple syrup lover replied. He glanced at his brother to see a look of pure shock on his face.
"W-what?" America stuttered out. Canada smiled a little and handed him the pancakes. When he didn't immediately immerse himself in them, Canada started to worry.
"There my special recipe," Canada whispered into his ear. When America still didn't devour them, Canada's heart clenched with worry. America always ate his pancakes and more often than not asked for seconds afterwards.
"Thanks, but… I'm not hungry. You want some Iggy?" America offered. Canada couldn't believe what he was hearing. America does not want his pancakes? Something must really be wrong.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that name! And I don't not want your pancakes, thank you very much, I already ate," England snapped. The 'I already ate' was a lie, but two people could play that game. Besides, he had managed to see the hurt look on Canada's face, and if he had to force feed the pancakes to America, God knows he will.
"Why… why don't you like them?" Canada whispered. America looked up and saw the look on his brother's face. Reluctantly, America ate the pancakes. He pretended that they made him feel better, although honestly, America hadn't felt that way about pretty much anything in ages. But maybe it made him feel a bit more… contented to see Canada's face light up as he ate.
"Thank you," America mumbled after finishing the plate.
"So?" England asked. Now that the pancake issue was over, he wanted to get back to Canada's question. Well the one before the pancake issue, not the one he just asked.
"So what?" America asked, confused. He sat for a moment in thought before realizing what England meant. "Nothing has really happened. Well, nothing good anyway…" America grumbled the last part out, so quiet that the other two nations almost didn't hear it.
"Then tell us about the bad part," Canada said, simple smile on his face again.
"Tomorrow," America promised.
"Well, I can stay…" Canada suggested.
"Canada, bro, this place is meant for only one person, and it was a real pain to fit Iggy in last night. Trust me; I ended up sleeping on the couch…" America argued. He wanted Canada to stay, don't get him wrong, but this place was just too small!
"Oh. Bye!" Canada said as he left. He walked back to his room in the hotel where the other nations were staying. Canada wanted to tell the others, but the thought of how America would react stopped him. Although it was hard to convince himself not to, even with that thought in mind.
"I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight," England declared back the apartment. When he saw his former colony's confused face, he explained. "It's your own bloody bed, so go to it." Not the best explanation in history, but America understood it well enough. America managed to fall asleep with a tiny smile on his face.
Raise your hand if you remember the 'catch' incedent from ep. 1 of Axis Powers. Okay, I'm so sorry that it took so long to update! There isn't anything else I have to say besides, I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO UPDATE ON SATURDAY. It's just a one-time thing (Hopefully), and I wanted to let you all know so you don't get upset at me. Thank you and See You Soon!