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Nineteen: Phone Calls.

England bounded into his house, absolutely soaked and fuming. He was meant to meet up with his youngest sibling to discuss different trading routes for the coming year and she had stood him up. I'm going to ring her neck...

Throwing down his umbrella, he marched over to the phone to ring her when he noticed the little red light in the corner of the phone flashing, indicating that he had some voicemail. He pressed it impatiently.

You have five new messages.

England groaned. For God's sake…

First message, received this morning at 09.40am.

"Hey England! It's me! I hope you haven't left yet cos I can't make it today! I've got…a….appointment with my….dentist! Yeah, so, really sorry but I'll make it up to you. Phone me back when you get this. Love ya!"

England rolled his eyes. Dentist? Sure…

Second message, received this morning at 09.55am.

"Bonne matin, mon ami!" England sighed, waiting for the onslaught of French. "I have just rung to say that I apologise pour taking that small nation from your company this afternoon and I hope you won't be too lonely! Of course, you can ring up that handsome petit ami of yours and you can do something together non? Hon, hon, hon, hon! 'Ave fun! À bientôt!"

England growled and pressed the delete button, gritting his teeth in irritation. Filthy, wine-sucking, cheese-eating...if he even thinks of laying a hand on my little sister…England shook his head to ignore those terrible thoughts and promptly moved onto the next voicemail.

Third message, received this morning at 10.30am.

"Jesus, France, can't you do anything right? No, stop it! Hehehe!"

England smacked his hand to his head and frowned as the giggling and the 'hon, hon, hon' continued.

"Fuck, it's on! Stop it!...Well baiiii! It's me again. Your little sister. Your little INNOCENT sister."

At that England snorted and he could hear France laughing too.

"Anyway, it seems you may or may not get a message from that idiot France [England heard an indignant 'Quoi?!' which Northern Ireland decided to ignore] that I won't be meeting you because I have a date with him. Lies! It's all lies! He fancies me and is trying to make you jeal-France- france, stop it! I'm still on the phon-"

The message ended abruptly and England deleted it quickly, highly disturbed. Rubbing his temples slowly, he pressed the button again and perked up immediately upon hearing the voicemail's sender.

Fourth message, received this afternoon at 12.05pm.

"Hey England! I was just wondering if you wanted to go for lunch or something? Totally bored and want to get out of my house! I know you said you wanted to meet Northern Ireland and discuss important stuff with her but I'm outside Hyde Park right now and there's a girl here who looks extremely like her, kissing the life out of a guy who looks suspiciously like France. Anyway, ring me back when you get the chance!"

England rolled his eyes slightly because of Northern Ireland and France but didn't care at that moment because America had phoned him. Smiling, he glanced at his watch, and noticed it was only ten to two and there was plenty of time to ring America back and go for some lunch with him. England reached for the telephone when he realised the red light was still flashing; he still had one message left to listen to. He sighed impatiently and pressed it.

Fifth message, received this afternoon at 12.07pm.

"Hey England, I forgot to mention the tiniest thing…"

England could hear America pause before saying the sweetest thing in the whole world.

"I love you."

Awwwww! America is sooo cute! And Northern Ireland and France- what are they like?! Hahaha. Hope you liked and please review! LucyMoon1992 x

Author's Note:

Meaning of words:

Bonne matin mon ami: Good morning my friend.

Petit ami: Boyfriend.

À bientôt: Talk soon.