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Seventeen: Invisible

What is God's name has happened to me? England thought, wanting to scream his head off as he looked down at himself and saw nothing. He was completely invisible!

Am I dreaming? He thought hesitantly before slapping himself in the face. Ow. No. Not asleep.

He suddenly heard commotion going on downstairs and remembered that he had Northern Ireland, France, America and Scotland over last night and they had stayed in his guest bedrooms, apart from America obviously.

Smirking, he creeped quietly down the stairs and rubbed his hands together gleefully. This could be fun…

Walking into the kitchen, he saw Northern Ireland and France sitting at the large table beside the window, both nursing a cup of coffee in their hands, looking pale and terribly hungover. Both were looking down at their mugs and so trying not to laugh, England tip-toed over to them and standing beside Northern Ireland, he brought his hand back and gave France a huge slap on the face.

"OWWW!" France cried, bringing his own hand to his face and rising from his chair, glaring down at the young nation beside him. "EMILY! THAT HURT!"

Northern Ireland looked at him like he was mad while England slumped against the window, in fits of silent laughter.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

France rubbed his cheek gingerly.

"Don't play dumb! That wasn't even funny! You hit me!"

Northern Ireland groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, like I wouldn't take credit for hitting you. Believe me, you would be on the ground if I hit you in the face. If I did hit you, I would have been happy to say it was me. But unfortunately I didn't so stop acting like a lunatic, okay?"

She hastily grabbed her mug and walked out of the room, France following her, shouting, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT MEANT TO MEAN? I CANNOT BELIEVE I PUT UP WITH YOU SOMETIMES, YOU CRAZY BITCH!"

England stood there, holding his stomach, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe. After a moment he stopped and looked over to the cooker where Scotland and America were deep in discussion. He walked over quietly and started to listen to what they were saying.

"…look, all I'm trying to say is that he's a dick. Why do you put up with all of his bullshit? I usually just punch him and run away. Northern Ireland even ignores him when he's being a tool and Wales likes to throw sheep at him. It's hilarious." Scotland grinned and laughed. England narrowed his eyes on Scotland. Oh I see. The topic of discussion is me.

America shrugged slightly.

"Hey maybe you don't get to see a different side to him, but I do. And that's why I care about him so much." He smiled and England's glare faltered as he wanted to jump into America's arms and kiss the life out of him.

"And he's not so bad. So, he can't cook and every time he gets into trouble, he comes running to me but why shouldn't he? I want to look after him. I think he'd kill me though if he knew our roles have kind of been reversed from when we first met."

Scotland nodded thoughtfully and England's glare resumed. How dare he treat me like some lost child?! I can handle my own affairs by myself thank you very much!

"If you're referring to the world wars, I should be kind of pissed at you. I mean, I'm part of the UK too and you're acting like you won the damn things single-handily. We were doing fine on our own."

England grinned, wanting to give Scotland a proud slap on the back.

"Like hell you were," America said laughing, "If it weren't for us, you'd be speaking German." Both Scotland and England scowled at the fair-haired nation who looked smugly at Scotland.

"Like it matters anyway, what's done is done and the past is where it belongs- in the past! I mean we all get on great with Germany and Italy now don't we?" America said, resting against the one of the counters.

"Yeah, I guess." Scotland agreed and then frowned. "Hey, speaking of the devil, where is England? He's been asleep for ages. Usually he's the first one up." America nodded.

"I know, when I woke up, he wasn't there. I thought he got up and went for a walk so maybe he'll be back any minute."

Suddenly the sound of crashing and angry voices could be heard from the living room and all three nations turned their heads to the noise.

"LOOK WHAT YOU DID NOW IDIOT! ENGLAND'S GOING TO RING YOUR NECK!"

"MOI?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO JUMPED ACROSS THE TABLE TO GET ON TOP OF ME AND BROKE THE DAMN MUGS!"

"YOU TOLD ME TO! GOD, THAT'S IT FRANCE, BOYFRIEND, OR NOT, I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS FROM HERE TO BLOODY PARIS!"

A loud screech was heard and England was half-laughing, half-fuming because Northern Ireland could easily do what she threatened but she did break his precious tea set and he would give her hell for it.

Scotland turned to America and said quickly, "I better go and break those two up before Northern Ireland ends up beating Francis to death!" He smiled at America and then ran into the living room.

Suddenly the clock chimed and it was exactly 12 o'clock in the afternoon. With a loud 'puff', England was surrounded by smoke and when he cleared again, he looked down and screamed.

He wasn't invisible anymore.

But was as naked as the day he was born.

America stared at him incredulously.

"What the fuc-?"

England grabbed a towel sitting on the counter. Oh God, why me? America will NEVER let me live this down!

"Don't look, don't look!" He cried, trying to cover himself as best he could.

America raised an eyebrow.

"It's not like I haven't seen any of it before England.'

England scowled at him.

"That's beside the point! I'm naked!" He stressed the last two words and America laughed.

"I noticed." He grinned as England growled at him. Please, someone, anyone, let the ground open and swallow me up!

America suddenly grabbed England's hand.

"Come on. Let's get you upstairs and into some clothes and you can explain to me how the hell you made yourself invisible."

England sighed and a small smile tugged at his lips.

"Thank-you America. I really do love you."

America grinned as he began pulling his boyfriend up the stairs.

"Yeah I know. Love you too."

Awwwww! Funny and cute! My favourite kind of story! Oh Northern Ireland and France- those two will never change- I won't let them! Hope you liked! Review if you can! Cheers LucyMoon1992 x