England saw America running towards his house, panicking.
"I wonder what's wrong with him." England watched as America reached the pathway, and slowly walked over to greet him.
America flung open the door (with his abnormal strength he actually broke it away from the frame) and burst into tears.
"Anne's going to prefer Canada to me!"
England tipped his head to one side, not understanding. He held up a scone in one hand, and forced America to tell him what he meant.
So America had heard from Canada that Coats Island was coming over to England's house. America then fathomed that England got along well with Coats Island, and then decided that England liked Coats Island. He also thought that England and Coats Island might like each other…
Then of course this idiot had assumed they'd get married. He'd then named their children Henry and Anne, and worried that his niece and nephew, as it were, would like Canada better than him.
This moron…
England leant over and hit America over the head, and Coats Island appeared at the (doorless) entrance.
"Uh, should I come back another time?" she asked, a smirk creeping onto her face. England pushed her brother out and grabbed her hand, leading her out to the garden and locking the back door.
"IGGY!" The sound of her brother pounding his fists against the back door was a bit embarrassing but Coats Island picked up the teapot and poured tea for both of them, leaving England to sort out the rest.
"So what was that?" she asked.
"H-he thinks… that me asking you… that I… that you…" England went red and drank his tea while Coats Island figured it out.
"Well, that's wrong for a start…" she muttered, flushing, when she finally figured out what England meant, looking into the teacup and drinking her tea, red up to the roots of her blonde hair. She looked away for a second.
"But it's not like it's you that I like that way… you're more like a big brother…"
England looked up to see the red-as-a-traffic-light island, and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you like somebody?"
She went even redder, spluttering. "I never said that!"
He chuckled. "Very well. A gentleman never pries into affairs of the heart when told not to. More tea?"
She nodded, and smiled again. Now she would truly be able to enjoy this tea party.
…
America was waiting outside for them when they had finished. "Why didn't you let me in? I wanted to join you!"
"Git. You'd have just drunk that horrible beverage you insist on slipping into the tea."
"Kool Aid tastes awesome!" America whined, as England gagged and Coats Island made a face.
"And you wonder why I never invite you to my place…" they both deadpanned.
…
England was bored during the meeting, and had started playing about with his phone while America outlined his plan for a sea diving hero to save the world.
From: Coats Island at 14.13
Hey England!
He smiled slightly. Maybe he could survive America's nonsense after all.
From: England at 14.14
Hello, Coats Island.
From: Coats Island at 14.15
I'm under the table... how long is my brother going to reference comic books for?
He mentally yelped when he read the first part of the text. Frowning, he tapped out a message and prayed Germany wouldn't see what he was doing.
From: England at 14.17
I don't know. Don't let Germany catch you or you're for it.
From: Coats Island at 14.18
Please. I've got Norway to hide me. I think I'm safe.
He looked up sharply at Norway and Norway caught his eye just as Germany announced that it was hopeless, and that there was going to be a coffee break.
Coats Island crawled out from under the table and Norway helped her up. She grinned at England. "Do you want to go get cake? Me and Norge were planning to but someone…" she glared at Iceland's retreating back, "Said it was pointless for me to come along."
The Icelandic boy turned and glared. "Because someone who is covered in dust and is too loud isn't at their best in a delicate cake shop."
She made a face at him while Norway raised his eyebrows at England, before going off with Iceland.
Coats Island looked down at her hands. Today she was wearing a military jacket over a formal blue dress. She was pretty quiet for some time.
"Are you okay?" England asked her. She didn't reply for a while and then looked up at him.
"I'm not too loud, am I, England?" She looked kind of upset and England grinned to himself. Aha.
"No. But you are covered in dust." He decided to test this discovery and said rather offhandedly, "Are you that concerned about what Iceland thinks?"
She gaped, flushing and turned her head. "Like I care what Iceland thinks!"
England chuckled at her red face, and offered an elbow to her. "Let's go get some tea and cake, then."
So this has changed…
I hope that this is an alright story. Coats Island is Canadian, so I thought I might as well make it into a story.
Rapunzel Out!