Forevah: Hey everyone! Here I am again with a new chapter of 'The Doctor's Worldly Adventures'! Now, I'll be straight to the point about this: I don't own Hetalia or Doctor Who. They belong to their original owners. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!
America: Finally.
Forevah: Since when did you show up...?
~Alfred F. Jones/America's Flat, New York City~
All three men sat in America's living room in complete silence. It seemed like a life time before anyone talked. And surprisingly enough, Canada spoke up first.
"So, what are you doing here exactly, Doctor..?"
"Hm? Oh right. Can't I drop in on some old friends, Canada?" This made said nation smile. The Doctor was one of the few people who remembered his name. Sometimes he would call him 'Mattie' or just straight up 'Canada'. No 'Canadia' or that dreaded phrase 'Who are you?' would ever come from the Doctor's lips. It was nice to be remembered.
"Right bro! Loosen up, he just wants to visit the hero!" America exclaimed, making everyone in the room smile and laugh silently. Of course, the doctor's smile was a bit faked. While he did like America, it was tough for the Doctor to get the fact that Amy and Rory were sent away from him in Manhattan, New York. He was in the presence of the country he last saw his 2 latest companions die in. And it wasn't pleasant.
"Exactly. So, what's been going on? Are the World Meetings still chaotic?"
"Oh you have no idea." Canada smiled.
"How's England been?"
"Iggy? Oh, he's been good- OH YAH! CRAP!"
"What is it?" Startled by his brother's sudden outburst, Canada asked cautiously.
"I forgot that I was gonna call Iggy!"
"You were going to call him? Is it okay if I say 'Hello'?"
"Ya man, as long as you don't mind havin' your eardrums blasted."
~At the 'Princess Louise' London, England~
England and France, secret drinking buddies, were enjoying glasses of scotch when England got a phone call. He answered it, turning away from the drunk Frenchman he was next to.
"Hello? Is this Ame-"
"Hello England."
"DOCTOR!? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL! WHY DO YOU HAVE AMERICA'S PHONE!?"
"See dude. I told you he would flip." England could here America in the backtound, laughing his ass off. 'That bloody wanker- WHY THE HELL DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME!? WHY CAN'T IT BE FRANCE? JUST ONCE?' He thought to himself.
"Sorry to bug you England. I just wanted to say hello! We haven't talked in a while."
"That's because you were exiled a while ago."
"Well we haven't talked..?"
"Because I haven't wanted to talk to you."
"We haven't..."
"Okay, that's enough. You said hi, now please give the phone back to America now."
"Um, saying 'Hi' isn't the only thing I'm calling you about..."
"Oh? Well then what is it? Are you getting a head start on ruining my Christmas?" England took a sip of his drink, smiling at ehat he had said. He was about to hang up when he heard the Doctor reply.
"Amy and Rory are dead." That shut his mind down. He almost choked on his scotch.
"T-THERE WHAT!?"
"They died." The Doctor sounded sad, really sad.
"...Do I even dare ask the question..?"
"Angels."
'Shit.' Was the only thought England had in his head.
"I-I'm sorry, Doctor. I had no idea..." There was a pause, and then the Doctor replied.
"It's alright."
"So, why are you with America?"
"They died in Manhattan."
"You mean..!"
"New York, USA." This made more sense, America probably doesn't even know.
"Does he know?" He processed the information he had just recieved once more, making sure he was correct and wasn't thinking drunk thoughts.
"He hasn't shown any signs of it. So I'm guessing no." This made England feel at ease. That was when he was holding the side of his seat unreasonably tight. He released the bar stool and sighed.
"Alright. So what exactly do you want to do about it?"
"Um, talk? Face to face?" They both paused. The two ancients hadn't seen each other since christmas, and that was a disaster.
"Sounds good to me. Meet me outside the 'Princess Loiuse' in one hour. Exactly, so no exceptions. Also, if you want to, you can bring America and Canada." He winced when he said that last part. The Doctor had gone to America's house for a reason, so if he wanted America there, then England was fine with that.
"Okay. See you in an hour."
"Goodbye." And with that, England hung up. He then turned his attention to the blabbering French bastard that accompanied him to the bar. This was going to be a long night, England was sure of it.
Forevah: Hey! So just for you guys, I finished this chapter! This took me an hour exactly to finish O_Olll
Start Time-6:02 pm
Finish Time-7:02 pm
Forevah: So ya. We are going to have a drunk France in the next chapter...great... well, later!