Chapter 14
The week couldn't go by fast enough for America. Luckily, no more awkward incidents occurred during that time. Still, he could feel wary eyes on him from everywhere. The ones that he noticed the most, though, were England's. America found himself desperately finding excuses so as not to be around those careful green orbs. America was enthusiastic that the week of meetings had finally ended, meaning everybody, especially England, had to go home. America had awoken from the couch and, after grabbing the mail, had prepared a small breakfast for the two of them, making sure to make some tea for England. God only knows how grumpy the Brit gets when he doesn't have his morning cup of tea. Although America could compare, remembering one of his and Canada's fights from a morning where he hadn't had any coffee to wake him up and was extremely grumpy. Just as the kettle was whistling, a groggy England stumbled his way into a chair, rubbing his bleary eyes.
"Morning, sleepyhead," America greeted, placing one of the two plates on the table in front of the sleepy nation. America quickly poured some tea for the elder and chose coffee for himself, before joining the elder at the table. Most the meal was eaten in silence, it was the first time the two had been in the same room together for more than a couple of minutes, outside of meetings of course, in a week. England was the first to speak up, while America was doing the dishes.
"Hmm, I didn't think you were much of a cook," England commented.
"Wha- oh, right. Sorry, my mind's kind of all over the place. Um, yeah, well, I got to eat somehow don't I?" America said, England's comment surprising him some, causing him to almost drop the plate he was holding. "Hey, uh, do you need any help packing?" he quickly blurted out.
"What? Why would I be packing?" England asked, confused.
"Well, the World Meeting is over, and you have a flight to catch and all…" America trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.
"Oh, I must have forgotten to tell you. Silly me," England said, chuckling lightly as he said it.
"Tell me what?" America replied, extremely confused. Why would England still want to be here? Usually he left early in the morning, sometimes even catching his flight back on the day the meeting ended.
"I have a meeting with your boss in two days. It's about… national matters," England inwardly sighed; he had had quite some difficulty trying to find a way to phrase it so he wasn't technically lying. And he wasn't! England was having a discussion with America's boss about national matters, just… not the actually nation, but the personification. More specifically, the personification of America.
"Dude, what it is, you and France fight and ruin each other's economies or something?" America joked. He was actually pretty curious to what was so important that England a have a meeting with the president. Yes, it was true; America hadn't referred to the president as his boss since that meeting long ago.
"Hah ha," England laughed dryly. "I'll have you know that actually most countries in the EU are having-"
"Economical issues," America finished flatly. "Jesus, I know, I know. You don't need to bring it up."
"I didn't think you would know about that," England replied coolly.
"Why, because I'm too stupid to? I'm one of the freaking world superpowers, I know, okay?" America spat bitterly. He gently shook his head, clearing it of the anger threatening to take over. The last time he had really let it get to him, he had bombed Japan twice with nukes, and the time before that he and Canada had gained a temporary little sister called Confederacy, or South as she liked to be called. America still had the jacket she had worn, tucked away in his storage closet with all of the other things he preferred not to see. "C'mon, let's go. If we hurry, we might be able to make it to DC before dinner."
"Alright, then. I presume I'm driving?" England questioned, thankful for the change in subject. He also was slightly scared at the way the American had changed emotions so quickly.
"If you want. Your car, your call," America answered, shrugging lightly. Not another word was passed between the two as they packed. England, like always, took longer to finish, so America had a couple free minutes on his hands. With nothing better to do, he opened the one letter that had been in his mailbox.
Alfred F. Jones,
Due to budget cuts, you are no longer a working member of McDonalds. Enclosed is your final paycheck.
McDonalds
America stood, staring blankly at the piece of paper in front of him. He couldn't be fired, how was he supposed to make a living? This had to be some big, practical joke, right? He desperately searched through the envelope. The only other thing in it was a check. America gulped slightly.
"England?" he squeaked.
"Yes, what is it?" England asked him, concerned at the way his use to be little brother's face had paled as he read the letter.
"Change of plan. Pack everything. We're going to Virginia." England only had a single word to describe how he was feeling as he followed America's instructions for once. It was shock.
Done! Huzzah! I'm sorry that took so long, I've been having a hard time staying focused on Hetalia recently. America lost his job, uh oh. Give him hugs to make him feel better! Okay, who knows about the two references from real life, single from Hetalia? If you can guess what they are, you get a big hug. Speaking of hugs, StrawberryAvalanche and DanelleSephton, come here (Gives hugs). You two both guessed correctly. Romano was swearing in Spanish, Italian, and English. Although, if your confused about what was under America's sleeve, reread the prologue. Central Dakota, come here now (hugs). I'm glad that you can relate to this story and you don't have to worry about long reviews. If anybody does it's Marzy. I HAD TO GO ONLINE TO READ THE ENTIRE THING IT WAS SO LONG! Don't worry, I'm not mad, just surprised. Hope you have a great summer too. Starfire, don't send Mother Russia after me! Is there anything else... no, I don't think so. Ciao! Happy Summer!