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June 10th, 1962

"Hm, hm-hm…" America hummed happily and slurped his coffee, filled to the brim with sweet whipped cream and the bitter caffeinated liquid he was so fond of. His bright blue eyes flew over his newspaper, skimming but not really looking at anything. These days it was probably about the 'Beatles' and other stuff like that, since England's band had roaring business in America. He himself liked the Beatles, but he would never, ever tell England about that. The old man would probably make fun of him mercilessly.

He flipped another page, and looked for key words. 'Roaring'…'British invasion'…

Wait. What?

America nearly spit out his coffee, and stared at the words, 'British invasion' incredulously. England wasn't that stupid to attack him…was he? Had the Brit finally lost it?

There was only one person to ask.

America folded his newspaper purposefully and tipped his chair back, where it landed with a ka-thunk! Then, he strode out of the room.

England sipped his tea happily, feeling quite pleased with himself. Somehow he had managed to get under America's nose into the country—just to surprise him! Oh, America would be in for it now! Now he would be the one shocked into screaming like a little girl!

He glanced at an article in the newspaper about the 'British invasion'. Personally England didn't like the name, but Americans always overreacted about everything, of course. He laughed slightly at one of the comments in the newspaper. Some of these Americans were rather clever, he did have to admit.

He nearly spit out his tea when he heard someone slamming fists against the door, and a familiar voice calling out. "Iggy! Iggy! England! ENGLAAAAAND!" How did he know I was here…? England wondered, staring at the door in shock. He'd made sure to keep his arrival a complete secret!

And that was when the door broke down.

"ENGLAAAAAAAND!" America shouted, his voice quavering between anger and sadness. "I thought we were frieeeends!"

England stared at the American. "What on earth are you talking about? We are friends! And how did you know I was here?"

"I put a tracker on you a few years ago." America said dismissively. England paled. "And it says right here in the newspaper! The British invasion!"

England's mouth dropped slightly, and he looked back down at the paper, 'The British Invasion' blazed in bold letters at the top, then back up at America. And repeated this several times. Then his hand found his head, and he rubbed his pale fingertips through his hair. Of course America would interpret it like that… England groaned. And he didn't even bother to look through the article…what a git!

"America…you know who the Beatles are, right?"

He tilted his head curiously. "Yeah, of course, but what does that have to do with anything…?"

England smiled behind his hand. Ah, he knew the Beatles. This would be so much simpler.

"You see, in your country a lot of people are getting into English bands, music, and the sort. They are calling it the 'British invasion' precisely for the reason that British culture is becoming so popular in your country. Do you understand now?"

America suddenly looked doubtful. "So…you're…not invading me?"

England restrained a sigh of agitation. "Yes America, I'm not invading you."

"The reason they're saying British invasion…is because you're so popular in my country?"

He could not help sounding exasperated. "I don't understand what is so difficult about this! No, I'm not invading you!"

America looked thoughtful (as though the subject really needed any thought) and began muttering to himself. Maybe being a country was beginning to eat away at his mind and he was finally going insane, and England toyed with the idea. It was possible, because almost every nation had a few problems; just look at Russia.

Finally America spoke up. "So…you're really that…popular in my country?" Now England was feeling a bit guarded.

"It's not called the bloody British invasion for nothing!"

America smiled, and to England's intense surprise he leapt forward and wrapped his arms around the older country's waist. "AMERICAN INVASION!" He shrieked.

England forced himself not to smile as he tried to fight America off of him. America was such a child sometimes.

But wait. What did that have to do with anything?

Um...sucky ending? Oh well. Anyway, I was on vacation for a bit, so that was why I wasn't updating. Sorry.

This is a request for...(Runs over to check) cross-over-lover232. I hope this is satisfying ^^.

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