Unexpected

Home Invasion

England arrived home at about seven pm after a long day at work. As a country he had to have many long meetings with his boss (the prime minister of Britain), parliament, and his brothers (Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland) to ensure everything stayed on track. His constant irritability could be credited to these excessive meetings.

After the chaotic situation Northern Ireland had created at the meeting today, England just wanted to make some tea and put his feet up. As he walked through the door he placed his brief case and car keys down on the side table next to the door. He then wandered down the hall. He was about to round the corner and enter the kitchen when he stopped suddenly. He smelled cooking, French cooking...

He burst into the kitchen, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed.

"What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" The British man demanded

"Ah! Bonjour Angleterre! I just stopped by and noticed you weren't home, so I decided to wait. After a hour of waiting, I decided to start cooking since it was getting to be dinner time. I thought we could eat together. After all you must want a break from your horrid cooking! Perhaps that is the reason you are always so grumpy?" The frog said enthusiastically, a small smirk crept onto his face. England opened his mouth to protest but was cut off.

"Get out of my house you bloody frog, my cooking is wonderful! Do you know who you speaking to you wanker! I was a pirate, you should fear me! " The agitated look on England's face made the French man break out laughing. "That's what you were going to say, correct love?"

"Don't mock me you French twat!" England huffed. His day had been bad enough, he didn't need France to make it worse. The two of them usually teased each other, they fought, but it never became too cruel. England often snapped at France, but this time seemed different.

"Désolé" France said sincerely.

"W-what...?" England stuttered, utterly confused.

"I said sorry..." France said awkwardly staring at his feet.

"No, no, I knew what you said, just you've never apologized to me... I just am shocked." England said and shook his head slowly.

"I- uh. You..." France was finding it hard to form words. "I uh, thought you seem upset.... Can I ask what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine, my brothers are just obnoxious and I'm tired. I don't have time to deal with you breaking into my house and mocking me. Tonight bickering for no reason is just too overwhelming! In fact it's beginning to be overwhelming all the time now!" He could feel his face flush, England had said more than he intended. He meant to simply leave it at "I'm fine", but he just couldn't stop talking. France had noticed how red his face had become, at any other time he would've pointed it out and have cracked a joke or two, but he knew now would have been inappropriate to do so. France just said nothing and continued cooking.

The silence created made England feel uneasy, he thought he made France uncomfortable. Oh god, oh god, what is he thinking?! I know he hates me so why do I care so much about what he thinks of me...? England thought to himself

"I'll just finish cooking and go on my way." France said softly "I understand you don't want me to stay, you're tired and need time to yourself."

"Uh... No it's fine!" England said quickly, immediately feeling self conscious for sounding like he wanted France to stay. "You cooked for me, it wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to kick you out after you went to all that trouble."