All the time in the world (UsUk)

Chapter 11 - Phonecall

POV America

It has been a couple of weeks of being constantly criticised, and you know what, I think England's expectations are far too high.

I've realised that what I am doing is perfectly acceptable, in nation years I am only a teenager. He's trying to force what he's learned in over a thousand years onto me when I'm only a century and a half old. He's probably just trying to prepare me for the world but things like his cooking standards for example, he can't even do that himself!

I feel so trapped, so confined in my own house, constantly being told this is wrong. And he's so controlling, taking over everything I do!

I can't handle it! I don't know how much longer I can do this before I break! No, a hero never breaks, I will survive this!

Everything single thing I do is a complete disaster to him. He brought me a suit the other day and said my usual attire was making him look bad. I brushed it off by pouting and saying that I would wear it on special occasions but inside I was really hurt.

Can't he see that I'm trying with my wardrobe, when he says I'm making him look bad it hurts, it really, really hurts because what I'm trying to do above all is make him proud and hearing him that I'm not, it just tears me apart.

His standards are too high, I'm under too much pressure. I need to get away, away from all the criticisms and pressure. Maybe if he just watched he'd see I was trying, trying hard and he wouldn't put all these expectations on me that no one can be expected to follow.

I'm trying, I'm really trying so hard to impress him, can't he see that I'm trying my very best! Even a little praise or a week's break from critising, that's all I want, if only it was toned down or he gave a bit of praise every once in a blue moon.

Being constantly told I'm not good enough, that this is wrong and you're not doing it right. I can feel it starting to break me, it's slowly driving me insane.

If only things to go back to how they used to be, I just want things to go back to the way they were. When he loved everything I did and he didn't criticise everything tiny thing I do!

Putting those thoughts aside I'm bored! I decide I'll phone up my favourite grumpy Italian because Iggy refuses to leave his Shakespeare, which is apparently great literature.

Great literature my ass if you ask me, the stuff is impossible to read, hardly even English, and it is so boring and the plot line for every book is the same. The plot being that everyone in the book dies.

Anyways Romano is super fun to wind up. I think glee as I dial his number. He picks up after the fourth tone.

"Yo Romano my man!"

"Don't be all pally with me and call me 'man' we're not friends hamburger bastard. And don't call me either, how the fuck did you even get my number anyway bastard!" Is what I hear being yelled down the phone. I can imagine his annoyed expression, I smile with glee at this thought.

"Spain." I say simply.

"Oh I'm going to kill tomato bastard next time I go to his fucking country!"

"Wait dude, why aren't you there right now? Don't you live with him?"

"You're meant to know your friends fucking lives you bastard!"

"Wait did you just call me a friend!?" I say dumb struck.

"No of course not hamburger bastard!"

"Woohoo! Romano is my friend, Romano is my friend!" I sing into the phone relishing the growling noise I can hear over the phone.

"Shut up! And you're on the death list too now, in fact I'll kill you and tomato bastard at the same time!"