Living with the Allies?!

Chapter 7: Baby fight with England

I held up a red shirt "Alfred what about this?" He stared at the shirt "Sure dude, that's fine."
Oh yeah I forgot to mention, right now we are shopping for clothes for these dorks, since they don't have any clothes right now. And they've been wearing the same clothes for two days now. So here we are Me, Courtney, and Rachel together at the mall where we met America, once again shopping with him.
I stared at England as he walked up to me, holding up a bag full of clothes. "God Iggy, British blood bath or what?" I stared at the bag, which was full of British clothing, his eye twitched and he walked away. France and Rachel walked up to us, carrying a bunch of bags. Shorty after, we saw Russia and China approaching with bags. I decided I should go get some clothes, it's not like I have no clothes.....oh wait, that's what it is.
I went through a shelf filled with shirts, then pants, then a few pairs of shoes. Shopping isn't really my thing, but I wanted to make time go quickly.....WHICH IT WASN'T AND IT SUCKED. I couldn't find anything I liked and it was getting on my nerve, all the outfits were dresses, skirts, and heels. Why wasn't there anything for me?!? "COME ON!" I said groaning and shoving a black dress with pink flowers out of my way. America and England walked over to me laughing, I quickly turned my head to them. "What's so funny?" I said raising an eyebrow, England shrugged "I don't know, it's just funny to watch you suffer." I raised my eyebrows, quickly thinking of a remark "Oh like how you suffered" I walked closer to England "when I do this?" England stared at me "Do wh- HEY WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!?" I stared at him "Hey....it's not my fault." I said, watching him clutch his shin. America laughed slightly. I played soccer for a few years now, since I was mine actually. So I decided, why not kick him in the shin.....with one of my strong and painful kicks. England huffed a breath, standing up straight he threw his leg back and kicked me in the shin. I winched in pain "YOU BUTTCROTCH!" I shouted, acting like a little kid......and Romano. I kicked him again, he kicked me back. After a few minutes of AMERICA JUST STANDING THERE AND WATCHING me and England finally stopped beating the crap out of each other. But of course, the rest of the Allies had to stop us, since America is a lazy butt.

{BACK AT MY HOUSE}

I placed my bag of clothes I bought (after me and England fighting like babies) by the door. I pulled out my phone "Hey mom! Is dinner almost done?!?" My mom peeked her head in slightly annoyed "You just walked in the door!!!!" I shrugged "I'm hungry. All I had was a pretzel!" America raised his index finger "And an Icy." France smiled "And candy." Russia laughed "And a sandwhich, and pop." China nodded "And free Chinese samples." England crossed his arms and smirked "And tea, you were only supposed to take a small cup, but you just kept getting refills." My mom stared at me "And you're still hungry?" I smacked my stomach "ME AMERICAN. NEED FOOD." Courtney and Rachel snickered, why they were still here, I had no clue. Well maybe I do, I'm pretty awesome I do say so myself. I shrugged and walked away, I put in my headphones and started to listen to my music.

{LATER}

I woke up, hearing England shouting. "F*CK!!! OH COME ON BLOODY HELL!!! GO OUT!!' COME ON!" I sniffed the air, smelling smoke. I guess England had been trying to help with dinner, and probably caught something on fir- WHAT AM I THINKING I NEED TO HELP! I jumped of the couch I had fallen asleep on and ran into the kitchen, the smoke now smelling strong. "OH MY GOD!!"

[DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN SUSPENSE. But seriously I'm terrible at suspenseful things, *sarcasm* I wonder what's gonna happen now? It's not like it's a fire, hmmm smoke, England cooking, shouting? What can that possibly mean?]