Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia blah blah blah otherwise England and America would be going at eahc other like rabbits blah blah blah
England felt his blood begin to boil at the sound of France's trademark 'honhonhonhon'! "-and then Gilbert managed to get the po-poc-pokey-no, whatever it's called-stuck in Roderick's hair! N'est-ce pas drôle, angleterre?"
England was pretty sure he was going to develop an aneurism, "No. No I don't think that's funny! Now stop calling me! It's two in the bloody morning and I want to sleep, and don't you dare making any bloody jokes at that you bloody pervert! NOW STOP CALLING ME!"
The resounding clack of the phone being slammed onto the receiver echoed throughout the mansion. England huffed and ran a hand through his wheat-colored hair, that's the fourth bloody time he's called in the past hour, why can't he just get a cat already?
The slightly irate englishman padded over to his kitchen in search of a cup of tea. He smiled as he fished the familiar gray tin of Earl Gray from the top cabinet, America got this for my birthday last year. He ran his fingers over the red #18 scrawled on the bottom in sharpie. America had started giving him small tins of tea leaves for his birthday for the past eighteen years. England remembered the first time he received the precious gift from the American:
England sighed as he set aside yet another sex toy from France, silently praying for the day when he would stop sending him the atrocious gifts every year as a birthday present.
He looked at the small pile of presents sitting on the couch cushion beside him: a tomato plushy from Spain, peeps from Prussia, a sunflower from Russia, an issue of his favorite erotic magazine from Germany, sex toys from France, candy from China, a package of pocky from Japan, some pasta from Italy, maple syrup from whats-his face, and an unwrapped box from America.
Now, Arthur had never received a present for his birthday from America before, never. At least, he had never received a proper one. He usually was greeted in the morning at his door by an obnoxious man/woman with a giant card and some balloons or something.
Blinking in mild surprise he tentatively lifted the cylindrical present from the mountain of obnoxiously colored wrapping paper. Gingerly holding the present in his hands he silently admired the plain lime green wrapping paper. Suddenly he began to shred the paper violently, desperate to get to the gift inside.
Arthur froze in shock. The ticking of the old grandfather clock, situated on far side of the room, the only sound in an otherwise silent room. He held a box of tea and a note in his lap now-but not just any tea- his favorite tea. Silent teas trickled down his face as he read the note in silence.
' Dear Iggy, This is for the tea I dumped all those years ago-remember? Of course you do, you remind me all the time. Anyway, I thought that it was best to this start now, before you get to old to read -haha! I will give you one of these every year so that maybe you'll forgive me. I'm sorry Arthur. Happy Birthday! Love, Alfred Freedom Jones'
England sighed and plopped himself onto the couch. Maybe I'll read some Jane Austin before bedtime- however just when he was about to open his favorite book, Pride and Prejudice, the phone rang.