Title: Waterpark Fun!

Pairing: There was supposed to be none so yeah. :D

Rating: T I guess because swears

"Why did we decide to go to a waterpark?" England groaned, mostly to himself. He was currently sitting on a beach chair with an umbrella propped over him, fanning himself. It was too bloody hot!

"I didn't even fucking want to go!" said Romano, who was sitting near him. The both of them were moping in the corner as they watched everyone else play around.

"Why did you come then?" England asked slowly. He was so tired from the heat that he didn't have the will to do anything, but he also wanted something to do. He figured listening to Romano complain about everything was good enough.

Romano shot him a surprised look. "Why the fuck do you want to know?"

"No reason," England said tiredly, letting his head loll onto the chair. "Just talk."

"I don't want to!" Romano said grouchily. "Talk to yourself."

England rolled his eyes and sighed. There was no winning with Romano unless you were Spain. Speaking of Spain, where was that bloody piece of shit? If England knew one thing that would wake him up again, it was attacking Spain.

England glanced around, looking for the deeply tanned skin of his worst enemy. And see him he did, but a lot more of him than he had originally wanted to.

"Bloody hell!"

"Romano!" Spain said, looking around worriedly. "Romano, I need your help!"

"With what." Romano didn't bother looking up from his book.

"I lost my swimsuit and I need you to help me find it!"

At that, Romano put his book down. "Agh!" he shouted, jumping to his feet. "What did you do?!" He raced over to his boyfriend and wrapped a towel around his waist, not quite to save his decency but more to stop all the little kids in the park from seeing... stuff.

"Well, one minute I was with France and Prussia, going down a water slide, and the next," Spain took a deep, dramatic breath. "my swimsuit was gone!"

Romano growled out a sigh. "Those assholes! They stole your fucking swimsuit!"

Spain frowned. "They wouldn't do that, they're my friends!"

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT THEY'RE ASSHOLES?!" Romano yelled.

England sighed and laid back down in his chair. He closed his eyes and rubbed at his temples. Well, that was something he would never be able to unsee. For once, England could see why Romano liked Spain so much...

(Dat ass.)

England figured it was now about time for him to look around for his own boyfriend. Where had that bloody America gone off to, anyhow? Shouldn't he be lurking around here somewhere, trying to impress England enough to get him to make out with him in the hot tub?

As if he knew what England was thinking about, America suddenly spoke. "HAH! YA'LL BETTER LISTEN UP! I JUST CLIMBED TO THE TOP OF THIS WATER SLIDE, AND NOW I CAN'T GET DOWN!"

England closed his eyes for a moment, then turned in the direction of America's voice. He found that his idiot boyfriend was perched proudly on the top of the highest water slide in the park. People were at the entrance to the slide, trying to help him get down, but he just ignored them. His blond hair was blowing in the breeze, and his glasses were perched cockily upon his nose, England could tell even from this far away.

England closed his eyes once more, took a deeeeeep breath, then opened them and got to his feet. "AMERICA. GET YOUR BLOODY ARSE DOWN FROM THERE THIS INSTANT OR YOUR COMIC BOOK COLLECTION IS GOING DOWN. THE. DRAIN."

As if England had him by a string, America was suddenly off the slide and at the entrance to it. He swung himself inside the slide and came down, splashing into the water. Then he ran toward England.

"You... wouldn't..." he gasped as soon as he reached him.

England planted his hands on his hips. "Do I look like I'm kidding to you?"

America looked guiltily down at his feet. "I'm... I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

England sighed. "Okay, as long as you promise."

"I PROMISE!"

England turned and sat back down in his chair, then watched as Sealand skipped over. He narrowed his eyes and he supposed brother. "Oi, Sealand what the bloody hell are you doing here-"

"Hey America," said Sealand with a misleadingly cute smile. "Can you tell me about Davie?"

A/N SO HAHAHA NICE ENDING, EH?! :D

Also, you might be wondering about all the updates. *shrugs* I figured, what the hell, I might as well post a ton of short chapters instead of toil on and never post a bunch of long ones. SO HAH! SUCKIT WRITER'S BLOCK!

Requested by AliceLaw