Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)

CH.5

England's P.O.V.

"Bonjour!" I glanced up from the news paper, watching France walk into my house.

"Hey dude! Glade you came, we got to talk!" America lead France into the room I was sitting it. I kept my face hidden behind the paper, not wanted the frog to see me. He would laugh for sure, I bet he would even make a perverted comment.....

You see, some of the countries ended up staying in my country for a few days since the previous meeting was in my country.

"England? Is that you?" I pursed my lips and slowly lowered the news paper, revealing my face. In an instant, France had a smirk smacked onto his face.

"Honhonhonhon..."

"Shut up Frog!" I growled and yanked the paper back in front of my face, trying to cover up my beat red cheeks for embarrassment.

"You look so young, it suits you." That's when I dropped the paper to my lap. I kept a cold hard glare because he knew all to well why I wasn't enjoying being a teen. My rock and roll years were terrible...... So much trouble and death....

"Ha! Your right. England, you do look better as a teen."

"Are you saying I looked bad before!" They didn't answer, all they did was casually avoid my gaze, humming to themselves. "You bloody wankers!" I slammed the paper down onto the coffee stand and stormed out of the room. I heard their foot steps behind me, but I just ignored them. All I wanted was some tea right now...

"Dude Iggy, your also shorter." I could mentally see America smirking.

"I was never that short to begin with!" Reaching up to the cabinet i took out my favorite tea cup and gently set it onto the counter.

"Oui, America is right. You are much shorter..." I swatted at France as he tried to rest his arm on my head, symbolizing that I was indeed very short.

"Just shut up! No need to point out every odd thing about me.."

"Were not, other wise i would have said something about your imaginary friends-"

"They aren't imaginary! They are real!" I forcefully stirred the tea, adding sugar and cream.

"what ever you say.."

"Did you know that England didn't have imaginary friends  as a teen?" I stopped stirring, turning my full attention to France.

"Really? Oh that reminds me! Tell me all about England's days as a teenager!" America started to bounce up and down impatiently.

"Okay, but you may want to take a seat, this will take a while." America quickly took a seat at the kitchen table, France following after. He sent me a quick smirk, which caused me to imminently tense up. I really hope he wasn't going to say what i thought he was.

"Well, believe it or not, but England was a rocker. He was all punk and could play a six string guitar."

"Dude no way! Iggy, how come you never told me!" America whined. I rolled my eyes at him/

"Because it wasn't something i truly enjoyed remembering..."

"Also, he and Spain used to sing together at bars to earn money.....and Ladies Honhonhon."

"What!? Dude, why were you so cool when I wasn't around!"

"Excuse me?!" I narrowed my eyes. If looks could kill, America would be on his death bed.

"Your so boring now dude. Have fun like France is telling me you used too!"

"How do you know I had fun?"

"It just sounds fun, who wouldn't!?"

"Your an idiot..." I brought the cup up to my lips and took a sip.

"Oh I forgot to say something very important, and I think you may look at England differently." France's face said it all. I knew what he was going to say. My eyes went wide as I stiffened. "Your 'boring' England, has a tattoo."

As soon as he said tattoo, my cup slipped out of my hands and crashed onto the floor, spilling all it contents. I stayed frozen in my spot, one eye twitching. My tattoo....after all these years, I cant believe I forgot all about it.....but worst of all....I CANT BELIEVE FRANCE TOLD AMERICA ABOUT IT!

"England?" I snapped out of my trance and slowly walked over to France. As soon as I was about a foot away, I brought my fist back and punched him square in his precious little face and yelled.

"BASTARD!"