Hola amigos! I apologise for my tardiness, but I do have other Fanfics that I need to get along with and also that little thing called University. Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking, 'HA! All she does is drink!' If you think that then you are WRONG. Cos I don't just get drunk…I buy manga too. XD

I don't own Hetalia…oh hush up Himaruya…

Thirty-Three: England in a fix Part 1

It was lunch-time during one of the world summit meetings and once again England found himself sitting with the same people. The same obnoxious, annoying but all the same friendly people.

Not one to be seen without his family, a hung-over Scotland sat on his right, head in between his arms, draped of the table in a weak attempt to catch some zz's and Wales to his left, chatting amicably to New Zealand beside him.

Across from him sat his youngest sister, Northern Ireland who was laughing loudly at some joke Spain had told her, who, in turn was being glowered at by both France and Romano.

England found himself glaring at the handsome nation sitting beside Northern Ireland, staring back at him, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Come on England, don't take it personally or anything, I'm just saying, you're not the hottest nation in the world. But, props to you for being a sibling to the nation that is." His eyes flickered quickly to his left before gazing at England again.

"I don't understand why you would think I wouldn't take it personally but that's besides the point. I'll have you know, I'm pretty sure lots of countries fancy me."

America's eyes twinkled deviously as he began laughing.

"'Fancy you?' Dude, no one has used that term since the 50's! It's 'I'm pretty sure lots of countries want to date me."

The Briton gaped.

"How dare you correct me on the English language!" England snapped his mouth shut, 'I honestly do not know why I'm even having this conversation with you, boy. Regardless, I have a lot of admirers America."

America raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, like who?"

England hesitated, not knowing what to say. He sighed as he looked up to see his sister turning around in her seat to scowl at America.

"Hey! Stop embarrassing my brother, Fatass! He has tons of admirers! Like…me." She caught France's eye who was sitting beside Scotland and both began laughing, "I'd totally fuck you if you weren't my brother!" And then burst into peals of laughter.

England was practically shooting daggers at his sister while America sat there casually, one arm over the back of his chair, smiling smugly at England.

Hands curled into fists, England suddenly hoisted himself up and glared to the man opposite him.

"Just you wait America! I'll show you how desired I really am!"

And with that, he spun on his heel and walked out of the waited room, leaving everyone, especially America, to wonder what exactly he was planning to do next.

Weeeheyy! So this is a two-parter so not to worry! Please review. Thanks, LucyMoon1992 x