Call me England Dixon

Chapter 1: Shortie

(Edited)

3 months earlier...

England's POV:

"English!" I hear a faint voice say from the darkness that engulfs me. How can someone interrupt me when I'm having such a nice dream... "English wake up!"

I wake up to the feeling of my little brother Carl bouncing up and down on my bed. "Come on! Get up, mom is making pancakes." His voice practically high pitched screaming into my face. I roll away from him, allowing my back to be in his view.

"Englandddd" He complains, pushing his foot against my arm. "I need you to make sure she doesn't burn them. Now, let's goo!" He gets down and grabs me by my arm pulling me off the bed. With a thud, I land harshly on my arse. Carl gasps.

"Ow! Bloody hell, that hurts!" I get up and rub my bum. Carl starts laughing and pointing his finger at me. "Oh you think this is funny, do you? Huh?" I grab him, throw him on the bed and start tickling him. "Say you're sorry!" I say.

"N-N-NO! Ahh!" Carl manages to get out with his fit of laughter.

"No? Well, then I'll just keep going!" I say as he tries to break through.

"OKAY! OKAY! I-I'm sorry" He says out of breath. I smile.

"See that wasn't so bad now was it?" He rolls his eyes and gets off my bed.

"Now, come on. Mom really is making pancakes and I really want a good breakfast before I go to school. Hurry up, please!" and with that he walks out of my room.

I sigh looking down on my covers debating if I should lay back down or not. But as usual... Reluctantly, I got out of bed and put on some clean clothes and make my way downstairs only to be met with muffled shouting coming from the kitchen.

Oh come on not again... I think to myself.

"Wh-what do you mean you don't understand how I feel? I'm telling you right now. Just like I've been telling you for the past month!" I hear my mother shout at my father. I slowly walk towards the entrance to the kitchen trying not to get seen, while I just listen in on their conversation.

"What do you want me to do Lori?" My father sighs in defeat. "I'm doing the absolute best that I can." I feel a presence behind me and I put my arm out, stopping Carl from moving any forward. I lay my head against the wall.

"I want you to listen. I want you to make time for us. For your family." My mother says starting to sound irritated.

"What? I do make time for you! For all of you!" My father shouts. I hear my mother scoff.

"Really? Coming home late, going straight to bed. Taking up more hours at work just to avoid me, is making time for us?" She scoffs again. "You know sometimes I wonder if you even care about us at all." I gasp and step back, into their view.

"Mum!" I shout at her. They both turn to me and Carl. The look of guilt and sadness is expressed on both their faces and I shake my head at her. "I'm taking Carl out for breakfast. Glenn wants to meet up with me anyways. We'll drive him to school. Come on, Carl." I turn, grabbing his hand and his backpack from the stool and walk out the front door. I see my best friend Glenn's car parked in my driveway.

"Are mom and dad going to break up?" I stop walking and look at my brother. I shake my head.

"No, they're not. They're just in a disagreement, but they'll get over it. They always do."

"They've been in a disagreement for weeks now...are you sure they're okay?"

I sigh, bending down into a squat position.