A/N: I decided to put more into this. Shush peoples, I've been running mostly on coffee for the past few days but I like doing this stuff cause it keeps me busy. I like being distracted; it's why I like stories in the first place! Here you go. England's torture and the return of Mochi!'Merica. God I love anything to do with America or England… I need help… Ha! Two chapters completed and added on the same day! I feel so special (a.k.a. failtastic~)!
Disclaimer: not mine, and if it was, it wouldn't be called fan fiction then now would it?
~Cherry ~
England walked leisurely down the hall with a basket full of freshly cleaned and ironed clothes.
Whistling he walked into his room, and for the past few months, America's, room to put them away.
He was half way through the pile when he thought he heard a noise. Jerking to a stop he looked around wildly, fearful that America would tackle him again while spouting some bullshit about ghost and Mochi!England trying to curse him with its eyes.
It seemed recently that the American had become rather paranoid, and yet he still called the Englishman delusional?
The he heard it again. It sounded like a mix between a grunt and a whimper.
He pulled a face and looked around the room when he noticed the shirt on top of the clothes stack moving.
His eyebrow twitched with annoyance. He swore that if America had stuffed the mochi in the washer in hopes of drowning it again he was going to kill the twat himself.
Lifting up the cloth he stared into a familiar pair of spectacled blue eyes.
"FEED ME!" Mochi!'Merica shrieked happy to have found someone.
'Oh for the love of the…' England thought, rubbing his temples as a headache started to form.
Leave it to the American idiots to ruin his peace and quiet on a rare day off.
"Be quiet, git." The nation grumbled before grabbing up the mochi-creature and walking down to the kitchen.
"America, get your arse in here now!" He ordered from the fridge.
A loud crash was heard from somewhere inside the house before America appeared ion the doorway a few moments later.
"What do ya need, Iggy?" He asked sweetly, blue eyes too innocent and sweet even for the American.
"What the hell did you break?" The English nation asked suspiciously, his apple green eyes turning venomous.
The other nation's smile shook before breaking into a pout." Nothing, England! I swear! I just ran into the door and some stuff fell on the floor!"
'Uh-huh, and that's why you're calling me England and not Iggy' England thought, his continued to glare at his guest before pointing at mochi!'Merica. "Feed it now and where the bloody hell is mine?"
"Hey he came back too! Hiya little guy!" America cooed at the mochi-creature as he showered it with his affection.
"Feed me some foods!" It ordered eagerly, its round body jiggling with excitement.
The American laughed, while England continued to glare as his previous question was ignored.
"America."
"I'm sure we can find something here, buddy."
"America…"
"England usually has something to eat even if he can't cook to save his life."
"Damnit Alfred!" England snapped stomping his foot angrily.
America stiffened at his human name. After all, England only used it when he was especially pissed or feeling unusually sweet or nostalgic.
Turning his bluer than blue eyes, now filled with absolute terror, to the acidic green eyes to his fuming partner, he gulped. "Yes, Arthur?"
"Where the hell is it?" The green eyed nation asked seemingly calm. America would have believed it if it weren't for the obvious murder intent radiating from him.
Who said he couldn't read the atmosphere?
"Uh… heh heh. I buried him under a tree?" America confessed sheepishly, his eyes looking at everything but the person in front of him.
England's shoulder's slumped in defeat. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?"
"I told you Iggy! It's trying to get revenge!" He cried, very much believing his own words while the other did not.
"Lies." A small, but familiar, voice proclaimed in a monotone from the table.
Both nations looked over to find that not was mochi!'Merica sitting on the table, but next to him sat mochi!England.
" Save me Artie!" America shrieked tackling the older nation.
"England! You camed back!" Mochi!'Merica cried with poor grammar making both of the Englands twitched as he snuggled against the other mochi happy to have his partner back.
"'Merica." The other mochi-creature acknowledges.
"It's okay Alfred." Arthur soothed as he lead the hysterical nation to their room away from their small guests.
"Don't let him get me Artie…" Said nation sobbed.
Once England had him calmed down and finally managed to get him to sleep, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Time to put them back in the freezer I suppose." And that was exactly what England did.
~ Damn ~
A/N: Yeah…. That's not how this was suppose to go in the beginning I don't think. This ending has to be the worst yet. Review and tell me what you think?
~ I like my coffee delicious, thank you!