100 Theme Challenge (21)

Not a Perfect Relationship

England had sighed as he sat back on his office chair and stretch, he leaned forward putting his hand on his aching neck trying to sooth it. He looked at the pile of papers stacked that he still had to do. He stood deciding to take a quick tea break, he walked into his kitchen and filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove to boil, he grabbed a teapot and put two tea bags, two cubes of sugar, in the teapot and put the teapot by the stove and went to the his fruit basket, then the he heard his doorbell. He sighed and went to across the living room and to the front door.

England opened the door and came first with France with tired expression. England looked that Frenchmen with a mild disgust, but of course he was worried for the way he looked since they were kind of close consider him frenemies that and the Frenchman never leaves his home looking like a mess it wasn't in his nature.

"What do you want?" he asked.

France had walked in without England's permission, "I just have a question,"

England sighed as he closed the door, "what is that exactly?" he asked again, as he closed the door and saw France going to the love seat and made himself comfortable.

"Why weren't you at the meeting today?" France asked.

England sighed, he was about to speak, he was cut off by the kettle whistling, he sighed again. Today wasn't his day; he walked to the kitchen and got the kettle and poured the hot water in the teapot, then set the kettle back on the stove for it to cool down.

"France do you want tea?!" England spoke and he hears a small, 'sure.' He grabbed the tray and put the teapot on the tray along with two teacups and walked into the living room. He placed the tray on the coffee table and poured the tea into the cups and put the teapot down and grabbed his cup and sat down on the single chair and leaned back and took a small sip out of his cup.

"Why weren't you at the meeting?" France asked.

England glanced away, but he had looked back at France, he sighed, "I had some work to do and I had been busy…" England had said. France looked at England, and he knew that the Frenchman didn't buy it.

The real reason was that England was avoiding America, because they had a rather silly fight, but it didn't end in good terms as it usually does, and it ended with England slamming the front door with his suitcase packed and the fastest plane back to his country.

France sighed he knew his friend was having trouble, with his relationship, since the meeting with America not looking as good as he usually does with his large smile instead was a large frown graced on his lips, with bags under his eyes that his glasses had covered up a little to not make anyone to worry with the super power's health, also England wasn't at the meeting either, instead there was his oldest brother Scotland taking his place for the United Kingdom. France sighed at the disaster of the meeting had went with Scotland causing havoc and America not even bothering about anything. After the meeting he decided to confront England about what was going on in that blondes head, anyone with common sense wouldn't send Scotland into a meeting, only a sane one would at least send in Wales or Northern Ireland.

France sat back as he took the tea cup and stared at the rich brown liquid, and then he looked at England. "It must've been something more than busy with work Angleterre," he sighed, "America didn't look all so good,"

England looked up with a surprised look, "he didn't?" he asked feeling a large piece of guilt landing at the pit of his stomach. His grip on his tea cup has tightened.

France nodded and looked at England, "yes I'm afraid… he looked depressed," France then gave a suspicious look to England, "would you know the reason why he's acting like this?"

England softened his grip on his tea cup and sat it down on the coffee table, England looked down at this hands. Then he felt France's gaze on him he looked up and sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"We had a fight…" England mumbled, but France understood each word, "and it didn't as nice as I had thought it would end…"

"How did this fight start?" France asked.

England was visiting America for 2 weeks and they had been nothing, but busy. Now they had free time for the next 2 weeks so it was a perfect time for the two lovebirds to sit down on the couch and have time to themselves. As the few days had passed they were in such a content peace with each other. Then something had ruined it America's phone had gone off with his national Anthem. He sighed and looked at the phone, he stood.

"Sorry I have to take this," he mumbled and he went in his kitchen.

England sat there on the couch looking at America in the kitchen, he couldn't help, but be a little pissed, someone had just ruined their quiet time. He saw America gave him an apologetic smile at England. He bended down and gave England a small kiss.

"I'm sorry," America apologized, "I have to go; they need me for an opinion on something."

"Fine go," England snapped he wished he didn't, but he can't go back now.

America flinched at the harsh tone, "I said I'm sorry, but I have to do this, it's for the tallies on voting of the new president."

"Why couldn't that wait until our break time was up," England asked harshly.

America now met England's glare, "sorry England, this is my country and that comes first,"

"So I don't come first?" England asked.

America started wide eyed, "YES I mean NO, shit…" America had harshly combed his hands through his hair and looked at England, "I mean no, you know you come first at a death situation,"

England glared hard, "is that what I am to you, some damsel in distress?" he asked, "no don't answer that!" he yelled, "I'm going home," he mumbled.

America looked at England, "You can't it's at night and the airport probably doesn't have a plane for England," America said desperately, trying to stall the Brit so he would calm down and not leave, but that was not happening, England was far gone with anger and America couldn't stop unless he wanted a slap on his cheek, which was incredibly painful receiving it from the Brit.

As England finished packing his clothing, then he turned noticed that America had the door blocked.

"America move," England said, "go and tend to your country, and I'll get out of your way and go to my country," he pushed through America and walked to the front door and slammed it.

England sighed and looked away he knew it was a stupid fight, but he couldn't help it, he can't control his anger that well. He heard France sighed; England looked up and eyed the Frenchmen.

"Well you are certainly stupid for doing that action, your relationship could be in the danger zone now," France sighed and put his hand over his heart dramatically, "it pains me to see you in such a state," then an idea had popped up in his head, "I'll help you my dear friend!"

England groaned knowing that this won't turn out that well. He had been listening to France's idea. The only thing that was in the idea was to apologize, but he doesn't think he can't do it. Not because he's scared of America, he's scared of what will the outcome be. He stared at his hands, he heard France got up from the chair and walked to England's seat and sat next to the Brit. He laid a comforting hand on his shoulder, England glanced to France.

"Relationships are hard mon ami, you have to fix it though, or it'll end up bad… again" he mumbled the last part knowing the Brit still sensitive to that subject.

"I don't want him to leave me again…" England whispered.

"Then apologize," France pressed and stood and sighed and ran his fingers through his long hair, "I'm sorry I have to meet up with Prussia and Spain," he looked at England feeling bad for the Brit, but this was his fight and he has to do it. "Good luck mon ami…"

England nodded, and he heard his front door open and closed, he stood and went to his office to make a few phone calls.

America wasn't doing as hot as he thought he would, he couldn't sleep knowing that England was mad at him. It doesn't set right for the American. He couldn't handle being alone right now, he needed someone with him, and just on cue someone rang the doorbell, America had gone and opened the door. He sighed seeing Canada standing there with his polar bear in his arms. America. Canada looked at America with a surprised expression.

"America!" Canada gasped, "maple! What happened?" he asked concerned, he had looked America up and down. The American had completely the opposite he was messy looking, like he hasn't taking a shower. America had huge bags under his eyes and his skin once tan now a sickly pale.

America had tears up and launched forward to the smaller body. "Can-Canada I'm so lost!" America had sobbed. Canada had rubbed the Americans back soothingly.

"It's okay, let's get inside…" Canada said softly. America nodded, as he slowly walked inside and closed the door as Canada had walked inside.

Canada and scrunched up his nose, it was too dark for his liking he had looked at America who was sitting on his couch hugging his knees. Now something was really wrong, this wasn't the happy America he knew and loved. Canada went to the window and opened the curtain to at least let in some natural light. Then he went to the next window, soon the whole room had a bright happy lighting and that is what American need, he looked around the house and thanked God that the house was not messy, many people believe he's a slob, but he's not the only room that's the messiest is his storage room and that won't probably ever be clean.

America had looked as he noticed that there was lighter in the room he smiled a little, and then he felt Canada drag him up to his feet.

"You really need to get a bath or shower heck even both, you really stink," Canada explained.

America nodded, "yeah, I feel gross too," he laughed a little.

Canada smiled knowing his brother is feeling a little better, "then go get clean and I'll make your favorite pancakes," he bribed and it worked as he saw America walk a little faster to the bathroom. When America came out he had a fresh pair of pajamas and wet hair. He sat at the kitchen table and had a nice stack of pancakes placed in front of him. America hummed as the delicious smell hit him.

"Thanks Canada!" he said happily.

Canada nodded and gave American a small smile in reply, "what happened?" Canada asked.

America stopped eating for a second, "it was just a stupid fight that me and Iggy got into a week ago, it's nothing serious, we just need space," America explained.

Canada sighed as he looked at his brother, then nodded, "you're right it isn't my business to poke around and I shouldn't be prying into it also," he sighed and cleaned the dishes. When America had finished the pancakes, he had stood up picked his plate clean it and put it on the drying rack. America had walked to the couch and lay down. Canada had walked to the couch and ruffled America's still damp hair.

"I'm going okay," Canada said quietly, "I have a date night"

America had rubbed his eyes and looked up and Canada, "really who's the date?" America gave it some thought, "it's not France is it?" America gave a curious side glance.

Canada had blushed and shook his head fast, "America, he was my caretaker, practically my papa, why on Earth would I date him…" Canada said, "what about England?" he asked.

America rolled his eyes, "okay sorry… yes I know… England was also my caretaker and I shouldn't have said that, it was very hypocrite of me to say,"

Canada patted his head, then he answered America's earlier question, "oh, it's Prussia," Canada said.

America shot up and questioned, "What?" America sounded concern, "you realize that dude is the biggest playboy, and why him?"

Canada blushed, "I-I don't know… he seemed very committed on our first date…"

"First date, you sly dog and you didn't tell me?" America smiled, he'll have to talk to Prussia later, but he's happy for his brother. "Okay bro, you should go before you're late," he sighed.

Canada smiled and kissed America on the forehead, "try and take care of yourself better, okay?" Canada had gave a worry smile.

America had smiled and gave a thumbs up, "I will, I'm just gonna take a nap,"

"Okay have fun," with that Canada closed the door.

America sighed now being alone he realized how tired he really was, all the sleepless nights thinking about England had taken a toll on him. America had slowly closed his eyes and had fell into a dreamless sleep.

America jerked awake when he heard a knock on the front door, he looked at the clock and noticed it was 12:00 in the morning. He had got up slowly, 'who the hell comes to someone's house at 12:00?' he thought. He went to a draw, where he had a small gun just incase, he hold in behind his back and looked through the peephole and his eyes had widened at who was at the door. England was standing on top of the stoop, rubbing his arms and having to keep warm with the cold going against his thin sweater. America opened the front door to look at the shivering Brit.

"England?" America asked confused, "I thought… why are you here?" he asked.

"America…" England breathed with relief, "I'm sorry that I woke you… but I need to say something important," England said and waited for the American to let him in the house.

America took a long sigh and stepped out of the way and let England in the house, he closed the door and went to a small basket that hold a blanket and saw England sitting on the couch and put the blanket over England's shoulder.

"Thank you…" England said, "but you know I don't deserve this kindness, you could've shut the door in my face…" he looked into America's blue eyes.

America nodded, "yeah… I could've done that, huh," then he smiled warmly, "but I couldn't it wouldn't be right and I'm the hero of course so I wouldn't be much of a hero if I slam the door in your face," America laughed.

"Yeah…" he said quietly, then he had worked up the courage, "America about the fight… I'm sorry, I was out of line and I shouldn't of take it so far… but I did so again sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you and it was childish of me to yell at you for no reason," England said and he sighed waiting for the rejection and cruel words.

Then a arm came around his shoulders and pulled him into America's chest, "I forgive you… and if i didn't I would be lying and I can't stand with you being mad at me," America whispered.

England looked up and took of America's glasses, he frowned, "America… have you been sleeping well?" he asked, now feeling guilty.

America sighed and nuzzled into England's golden hair, "no to be honest, I couldn't sleep knowing you were mad at me and not seeing at the meeting was even worse for me," America had sighed.

"I'm sorry to make you feel that way," England whispered.

"Enough with the apologizing," America sighed and looked at England, "I forgive you and… I'm sorry for thinking you're a damsel in distress, you're more than that," America explained.

"You're forgiving," England laughed a little and America smiled and laid back till he was laying on the couch and England on top of him and fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

-Hey guys I'm not dead!

-Anyways finals are coming up and I'm struggling to balance all of the subjects I'm studying and the fanfiction writing is backing me up so bad that I have to wait until I'm done studying and when I'm done studying I'm just so tired and that's usually the case lately now because I'm barely getting any sleep….

-now I'm just blabbering xD

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