Where Thou Art, That Is Home (Hetalia Fanfic)

Chapter 41~!

"GHOSTS!" America shrieked the second everyone's phones went on in the meeting room. Shivering like a homeless person, the proud superpower ducked under the table and ignored the phone in his pocket, which was belting out "Canadian Idiot" by Weird Al Yankovic.

England, who was sitting across from his former colony, had the perfect opportunity and seized it. Bringing his foot up swiftly, his boot connected with America's chin and sent the nation's head into the table above, making it jump about three inches. The devious British country then proceeded to look innocent by flipping on his phone and reading the text message.

"OWW!" America cried out, scuttling backward until he could stand. A dusty boot print was on his neck and a comical bump was forming on top of his head. "Iggy, that was so mean! Why'd you do thaaat?"

England didn't reply. He was too entranced with the three simple words on his screen.

"This..." he breathed.

France grinned as he looked at his own mobile. "Tres magnifique! Zhis is wonderful news!"

"What, what happened?" America asked, pulling out his cell and scanning the screen. "Wait... What? Who sent this?"

"It was your brother," England answered, turning his phone off. "Matthew sent it. Obviously, because your phone was blaring "Canadian Idiot", idiot!"

"... Huh?" America asked stupidly.

Everyone groaned in irritation. America was really not the sharpest knife in the drawer today, that much was clear!

"Alfred, you are being annoying. Do you want me to call your wife?" England threatened, secretly enjoying the power he could wield over the superpower.

America froze completely; even his breathing took a short vacation. A look of absolute and pure horror adorned his handsome features for five seconds before he was back in his seat and shaking his head profusely.

"Don't do it don't do it don't do it don't do it! No no no no no no no!" he begged.

The other nations all laughed in their own ways, and Germany stood, his phone in hand.

"I zhink zhat vith zhis new, ah, development, ve should postpone zhe rest of zhe meeting until two veeks from now. Are ve in an agreement?" Everyone nodded or cried out, "Yes!" in a response.

"Zhis meeting is adjourned!" Nearly everyone stood up and hurriedly stowed their papers away into briefcases and files before zipping out the door right quick. The meeting room was nearly empty in mere minutes.

America, who finally understood what the message was telling him, was grinning and jumping up and down like a kid at Christmas. "Yay yay yay yay!"

Rayn was suddenly there, grabbing him by the ear. "I got a little text telling me you were being annoying~?"

Alfred paled and glared at the other nations in the hallway. Every single one of them held up their phone and grinned mischievously at him.

"You all suck!" he declared as Rayn started to drag him away, far off into the distance.

Okay, that last little bit was sarcasm.

"Babe, babe, babe, ow ow ow please let go!" America pleaded as he tried to break out of his wife's steel grip. "Hey guess what Alice is alive let me go!"

Rayn froze in place, her fingers uncurling and releasing him so he could straighten and baby his stretched earlobe. Then she whirled around and her hands were around his throat, thrashing him back and forth. "You'd better not be fucking around with me, mister!"