Chapter 5, Bloody Hell

"Says, the nations outside the door- WAIT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

London fumed at the door, this was supposed to be a twin brother bonding time. How in the bloody hell will they be able to explain this? I hope they don't find out that secret, thought London. Truth be told, England has many secrets other nations, fairies, past rulers, and people don't know about. Being London, he knows what England is thinking at any given time. Depending if England would let him or not, they can even switch places if they wanted too. (This being the reason why England is able to survive most of the paper work) However, being the stubborn nation that he is, usually avoids this as much as possible.

"What the bloody hell are you wankers doing here?"

"We heard music so we just followed it to here aru" William groaned, "We forgot to lock the bloody door". England nodded, they did.

"Holy Lady Liberty Iggy, that was great singing though" Both England and London stared at America for a few minutes, then busted out in laughter.

"How do you think you could sleep during thunder storms?" asked England recovering from the laughter. London nodded in response, still trying to recover. Until he realized something and smirked. Can I tell them Albion?, he thought to England. What Camelot?, thought England back. Oh, the certain thing that wraps arround our back and abdomen, thought London back slyly. England mentally shrugged, Go ahead, with that voice I doubt I can convince you otherwise.

"Wellllllll, as you can see. You don't really no much about England, sooooo want to know another fun fact?" said London grinning a bit too common with the previous 2p England smile. Which, the nations would have shuddered about if they weren't so curious about what London was about to tell about England.

"Hehehehehe do you rrreeeeaaaaallllyyyy want to know?" said London again raising on of his eyebrows, giving him the impish elf look. Well to those who knew that certain magical creature, those who didn't know about them just thought he looked like France except it was more mischievous than perverted.

"Dude just tell us"

"Si, Londres"

"Oui, Londres" London let of a giggle and England rolled his eyes, after all it was only England who knew that London spent a lot of time with those Elves than with Faries like he did. Making him well, to a greek he would have looked like a green eyed son of Hermes. (A/n: Percy Jackson reference!)

"Most of you remember his, and ours might I add, punk side right?" Most of the nations nodded, while others (namely France, Spain, Prussia, America, and Germany. Germany I will share how he knew another time) shivered while nodding.

"Hehehe well, he got a tatoo while he was there, and so did I" he said with a clap. He looked so happy and nonchalant he could pass as Italy.

"WHAT?!" was the common word that came through the other nation's mouths. Not even the Celtic brothers knew of this, which gave them another thing to be jealous of London of, the "jealousy" group was joined with France, Spain, and America.

"Hehehe, bet you didn't know that. Well I'll show you proof" said London never loosing his impish grin. He took off his vest and unbuttoned his black dress shirt to show a fire red phoenix tatoo wrapping it's flamed wings around his back and abdomen, well that's what the assumed since they only say half the head. He fully took off the dress shirt and turned making his back face them. There a firey-orange phoenix glared at them with it's orange eyes, the mythical bird going in the order of Hot to Cold. In other words, blue to red. Wings opened to the sides in frozen mid-flight. It was, in Prussia's words a, awesome tatoo. Instead of being tattooed on, it looked like it had been painted on. Like someone took pens and markers, and then actually drew them on. Paired up with the English capital's completion, which was pretty pale. It looked like it had been drawn onto a slightly yellow paper.

"Pretty impressive hmmm?" said London. The nations nodded their heads, while thinking, This guy is so hot. Well most of them anyway, France and a couple of others were trying to think of ways to get London in bed. Un-known to them, England was reading their minds (which was currently unguarded due to their -ahem- fantasies) to be honest he was greatly disturbed. Mostly because, well let's just say he found that their fantises were currently about him and London.

"Oh fuck" he muttered. How was he supposed to defend himself and London from the whole world? During the mind link that London established with England (which caused him to see what England saw), London agreed and they mentally said the same thing at the same time.

"We are in deep shit"

There you go my friends! and to answer mangoshake24 yes I do speak filippino, but I'm not that good since it's technically my second language.

spiritualnekohime4 I hope this kind of pleases you, there's going to be more later on though so just wait for hopefully a few days and I'll try to put in the nations being really jelly. Random Toria thank you for your contiued support (even though I'm not much of a writer) and hopefully you saw the author's note on the bottom of chapter 4 so that you can see the tittleand artist of the song. Well that's all I have to say, so thank you all. Please review and fav, or follow whatever floats your boat. I don't own anything, but Will and the story line, so have a nice day, an d also please excuse my spelling/grammer mistakes *waves*