Chapter 18, Birthday and Crack

It has been 7 hours, 45 minutes, and 45 seconds since the incident, you know that one where London was all cheeky and saying that he has already been 'fucked' by England? Trust me, he knew almost all the nations were outside the door.

A few minutes ago, England had forced nearly everyone to get out so that he could get a description of, and I quote, "The bloody fucking stupid bastard to hurt my brother". Hungary and Japan would have squealed at the over-protectiveness; that is, if they weren't threatened by a pirate England. To be honest this caused a lot of boners...well not their problem apparently.

London laughed as England viciously attacked France with a garlic grinder, threatening his; um his crotch that is to say. He shook his head as he kicked him out, with Germany dragging him out surprisingly. He humbly apologized for the disturbance as he dragged the rest of the countries with him. In which London waved him off, saying,

"It's alright lad, I've been through worse".

Spain had snuck in after the other countries left, and England was grabbing a scone for a snack. Spain leaned on the wall as London quietly read a book, London finally sighed after a while looking up at him with rimless glasses,

"Alright, what do you want Antonio?"

Spain fidgeted uncomfortably as London stared at him with his dark forest green eyes unblinking as he crossed over his hands in his lap, London sighed again; as he shook his head with a light smile.

"You know I'm not Arthur, I won't snap at you for asking a question that makes me uncomfortable. 984 years of hearing out my royal family and other leaders kind of makes you a more understanding person. Now, what is it you want to ask?"

"What you, eh, said about Arturo; um 'loving' me, was that true?" He finally asked, pulling a chair near the bed. London brought his bandaged hands to his face, pulling out his glasses and placing it at the near by table,

"Yeah, he did actually. You were the one constant in his Pirate life, well; in reality, it depends on what kind of love you're asking. He loved America, because he was the one little brother he never had, i'm his twin; but bloody hell I loved him too. He loved Francis, as a brother. Prussia was like his best friend. Japan is like his very first friend that is another country; do you see where i'm going here?"

Spain looked at him blankly, and London laughed in amusement.

"To be honest, I put that there because I wasn't sure about you. I knew he was fond of you sure, but I don't know. Romano is starting to get close to England too, I can feel it; literally".

"Eh?"

London let out a full blown laugh, "Wow, haven't changed, at all. Romano is with England right now; from what I can hear, they have a lot in common. Short tempers, dear lord. Those two..."

"Wait a minute, I know about countries si, but what about you? You're the mystery in this case..." asked Spain. London nodded in understanding, as he motioned Spain to try and remember everything he said, which was nearly impossible so he just made Spain pull out his phone and turn the recorder on.

"Alright, so where do I start? I think, I'll start with when we were both empires. To be honest, i'm not sure how it works exactly. England in all technicality is my twin brother, mostly; he is supposed to protect my physical state. Literally. So, my job is to protect his mental state; since he is the lone island nation. Mum, knew that he would be alone; so she helped make me. That's pretty much it really," he said shrugging.

"So, as that is over. Can you make some churros? Seriously, i'm craving them".

England came in with Romano and a bag of scones, in which London made grabbing motions,

"Gimme Albion, gimme!"

England shook his head at his brother, then he saw that he was on morphine...oh. So that's why he was all wise ass and laid back, usually when he was in a hospital; he was cranky as fuck.

"Sorry Antonio, he's on morphine; to be honest he's usually cranky when he's in a hospital..." he said, voicing his thoughts.

"Che, I would be cranky as fuck to if I got fucking shot and fucking stabbed," muttered Romano; carrying a box. Aki and Trick following behind him humming. London snorted,

"Oh? Says the mafia lord that said, 'THIS WEATHERMAN IS PREDICTING A NINETY-NINE PER CENT CHANCE OF A SHIT STORM AND IT'S COMMIN RIGHT AT YA!' Pft, mafia lord my ass bitch face".

"What the fuck? When the fuck did you hear that?" asked Romano. Aki laughed as she leaned back on the other chair,

"Believe it, morphine makes this ass really loopy. Happy fuckin birthday motha fucker".

"Eh? Everyone seems to be cursing today..."said Spain.

England sighed, "We're always like this when he's like this. Fuck, where's the fucking oreo cake?"

"I got it," said Trick; getting the cake on the near by table.

"Haha, 'We can't Google stuff in 1942, you ass hat!' pfffttt," damn, London looked really crazy. 'What's wrong with this (fucking) picture?' thought Spain and Romano at loss.

" 'I do what I want BEYOTCH!' " laughed Aki as she high-fived the allowed to be considered, high London.

" Wow, I look exactly like you, a big douche-bag," added Trick randomly.

"Why don't you stay with things you're good at, like falling and drunk driving," added England passing around the slices of oreo cake.

"Suck my balls, you damn potato eater," said London eating his cake.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU FUCKING PEOPLE?!"

A/n: haha, yeah; go ahead and consider this as crack because I have a fever and a bloody fucking ear infection...yeah; i'm also not sure whether i'm in the right state of mind right now, so yeah. I don't own anything but London, me self (Aki), Trick owns herself. -waves- on that note, "Santo Rita Meata Mater Ringo Jonah Tito Marlin Jack Latoya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explorer! Santo Rita Meata Mater Ringo Jonah Tito Marlin Jack Latoya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explorer! I've summoned you from the depths of Hell. Show yourself!" -summons Sebastian from Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler instead of Russia- "Shit, do I have to make a contract? I was planning on setting Belarus on Russia; fuck". Good bye anyway, enjoy my brief state of true insanity.