Chapter 15, Asleep With Chaos

There was a mild set back in the meeting when Spain had "accidentally" thrown a tomato at France. Well, in reality it was because France was getting way too close with England; who was writing notes down occasionally. So, Germany had demanded a lunch break. Half an hour later, most of the nations were still out side. London wondered, where they went; then he heard a yawn.

"Albion, take a nap; I highly doubt everyone will be back soon".

"Don't need to Camelot," said England, quite stubbornly. London sighed and nudged himself in between England the chair, softly placing his hands on the other's temple; and slowly messaging the tense muscle.

England's posture relaxed as the slight pressure continued, sometimes adding just a bit more in the right places. He simply sighed, giving in to his, technically, older brother; by give or take a few months. He took of his tie and loosened his shirt, the two buttons of his black long sleeve shirt undone; showing a bit of his chest, as the long black suit was already stowed away at the arm of his chair.

"Well, I believe I am stuck," London whispered as England softly snoozed on his chest; his arms hanging uselessly to the side.

The door opened, which caused London's head to turn; seeing Spain in the door way, he waved idly.

"¡Hola! ¿Cómo estás?" He asked, "Ha sido mucho tiempo Imperio España(1)".

Spain frowned a bit at him, as days went by, London became even more and more familiar; however, he couldn't remember where.

"¿Por qué pareces familiar...Nunca había visto antes.(2)" he muttered back. London chuckled a bit as he heard the frustrated under-tone at the apparently happy-go-lucky Spaniard.

"Think about it Captain Carriedo, or do I need to jog your memory?" London smirked as Spain let out a uncharacteristic frown and glare. Pft, happy-go-lucky Spain could bite him in the ass; this was the true Spain, the one who wouldn't waste time to drive that axe through his skull.

"One day~ Out in the open seas of the Atlantic, sailing through what is now called the Bermuda Triangle~" he drawled, adding quotes in the air for more effect.

Spain had a flashback soon after.

He was on deck with the wind fluttering about, the open sea spraying his face occasionally. Rumors say of a haunted ghost ship roaming around the Atlantic, but he paid no mind. Most likely simply a drunken man's words out in a pub somewhere. All that mattered now was the gold.

All of a sudden mist surrounded the ship, the men coming up to see what happened to the rest of the sea.

"El capitán! ¿Qué es la niebla?(3)" asked one of the crew members. Spain shook his head,

"No tengas miedo, es sólo una niebla(4)".

All of a sudden, the ship jolted forward; sending the crew and it's captain sprawling forward to the ocean filled floor. Spain had barley hung on to the railing of the ship to avoid crashing down to his ass. Laughter filled around the ship as it completely stopped. Having the men turning back and forth to find the source.

"¿Qué fue eso?(5)"

"¡Debemos haber golpeado un filón!(6)"

"¡Esto no era ningún filón! ¡Un filón no se ríe tan malvadamente como este demonio!(7)" Responded Spain as he brought himself back up again. A thunk resonated behind him as he slowly turned, facing a dark forest green man, clad with a black privateer cloak and hat, with boots that laced up to his ankles. He was blond, but the rest of his hair seemed to be dyed with black ink; the sapphire studs bringing out his eyes and white shirt underneath. A sword hung from the man's belt as he smirked at the Spanish captain, who was holding his axe tightly.

"England, is that you?" he questioned. The other smirked in response,

"Nay, this isn't Captain Kirkland. Ow' ever, ye are passing in British territory; leave now, or I sink this ship and leave ye te the sharks".

"Where did you come from?"

The pirate smirked and sighed lazily, "Trick, show 'im we an't kiddin".

All of a sudden a cannon dropped out of no where, creating a giant crater in the middle of the ship.

"W-What was that?" said Spain, pointing his axe readily at London; who smirked at the sign of fear.

"That be me first mate, Trick is; pardon the pun, quite a trickster. Now captain, if ye don't mind," he said tipping the feathered hat to piss the spaniard more than he was to begin with, "I'll be taking me leave".

He left, waving the back of his hand before he and the first mate disappeared into the mist. Leaving the crew and it's Captain to abandon the ship onto the longboats. As the crew paddled it's way to what is now Mexico, Spain looked out to the ocean.

"I will hunt you demon, and you will bow to my knees so help me god," he muttered.

Spain blinked out of the brief flash back as he saw that the nations had come back into the meeting for the sake of concluding it. London sat there smugly as he felt the glares of envy on his back, mostly because of the sleeping England, more or less on his lap. Of course, he was taking notes of the meeting, fully aware of the glaring Italy brothers across the room, the french frog who was staring in envy, the american who's glare was filled with jealousy, China who stared as if he had crossed something of his territory, Prussia was indifferent as this was usually just another show of how comfortable England was with London. Out of the corner of his eye, he found Hungary typing furiously on a keyboard, as well as her and Japan taking rapid pictures of England.

London slowly leaned back, making sure England was still asleep, using his fist to support his head as the other twirled a pen. Letting the world see England's unbuttoned shirt, was the goal in this as many nations had to excuse themselves to the bathroom. Germany being the first to ask, concluded the meeting and said to proceed the day after tomorrow.

London inwardly smirked as he carried England out bridal style, feeling the heated gazes grow hotter. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a laughing shadow, and while securing England's seat belt at the back of his car he sat in the drivers seat.

"How was that Aki? Trick?" He asked. Aki was the first to react,

"Nice going there William, you managed to piss off almost everyone there. Switzerland, surprisingly was glaring really hard". Trick nodded as she continued,

"Careful going home though, you pissed of both Italy brothers into mafia mode".

London laughed in response, "Don't worry, I just happen to be head of Scotland Yard; and head of London's mafia family. Let's just see how far this lust goes..."

A/n: There you go, as promised. Many thanks to Trick (ye know who ye are) for the plot idea. I don't own anything except London and the story. Trick belongs to herself (sorry for not having that many lines ^^'), Aki is me if you don't know, and that's it. Now, how are the other nations going to react to London's little test?! Oh I also used a translator (spanish not google) so apologies if some are incorrect. Good night!

1: hello! How are you? It's been a long time Empire Spain

2:Why do you seem familiar...I have never seen you before.

3: Captain! What is this fog?!

4: Do not be afraid, it is only a fog

5: What was that?!

6: We must have hit a reef!

7: That was no reef! A reef does not laugh as evilly as this demon!