England And His Doctor.

Meeting

England And His Doctor.

Summary-England and The 9th Doctor's first meeting ,featuring the G8.

A/N - I am horrible at accents

Also Unbeta'd, feel free to point out mistakes.

Also Romano is also Italy. It really bothers me when people keep forgetting that. He is as Italian as his brother. He is also part of the Axis and the G8. Thank you for reading my rant.

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It was normal meeting, as normal as a G8 meeting could get. South Italy was yelling at his brother, while Germany massaged his temples and kept sighing. Prussia was glaring at Russia, while Canada and Japan were chatting away. England was busy yelling at France and America.

"You stupid gits" cursed England, red faced, running his hand through his unruly hair, messing it up more. He was already getting a migraine from all the yelling. He was about to continue when he heard a familiar whooshing sound.

"I have to go" announced England and without waiting for a reply rushed out of the meeting room. France and America, followed him, hot on his hill. The others finally noticed the trio missing and went after them.

The two had finally caught up to England, after he had stopped infront of a blue police box. It looked as if England were waiting for someone to come out of it.

"I didn't realize you still have 1960s-style London Police box. The thing's ancient dude" commented America. He was surprised to see it here, considering it wasn't there before.

"I am almost sure, zhis waz not here" said France, confused. America nodded in agreement. England sighed but said nothing.

By now, all the other countries had arrived at the scene. They were also confused. "What is going on here?" boomed Germany, in a loud voice

Before England could explained, the door of the Policebox opened and out came a man. The man had striking blue eyes, he was fairly tall, with buzzcut black hair and big ears. He was wearing a black leather jacket. He came out and gave all the the countries a glance. His jaw dropped when he saw England.

"Arthur?" said the man softly, snapping England out of his daze. "Doctor?" replied England in the same tone. The Doctor opened his arms out waiting for a hug. The hug he wanted never came instead a fist connected with his face sending him reeling back.

The other countries gasped. They had never seen England like this. While they had seen him throttle France sometimes during the meetings, he was annoyed never this angry. He was now shaking with anger.

"Oi, what was that for?" called out the man, known as Doctor. England just glared in response and took a step forward.

"16 years..." he started in a low, meanicing voice. "16 years. You were gone for 16 years without any message or anything. I was worried sick. We all thought that you were killed. Brigadier waited for you to come back. Everyday he sat with brandy hoping you would come back and drink with him." Hot tears were streaming through his eyes by the end of his rant.

"I am sorry" apologized the Doctor, "I had an very important war to fight" he explained. England sighed and before the Doctor could continue, he was tackled hugged by England.