Let the World Sing; Hetalia Oneshot Book

World Tour; England x Reader

"And then I said something totally truthful about his totally petrified couch stuffing biscuits!" America laughed, before the plane landed in the rainy, dreary country of England. I looked out the window and looked out to the scenery around me. The airport was massive and most the exterior was made of glass. I put a hand on the small window, as a small smile painted its way to my features. From my peripheral vision, I saw America scoot closure to me and look out the window as well, "Pretty, huh? The first time I saw that airport, I had the same expression you have right now. But you will not like it in there. It is a mess, unlike the airports in America." Once off the plane, America walked into pre-security, before we exited the airport entirely; However, America was squirming around on a bench we were sitting on together. After a couple of moments, I knew he at least forgot to git us a ride.

"Why do we not just take a taxi America? We can sight see before you meet with Mr. England." I suggested, trying my hardest to lighten the mood. America's expression lightened again as he grabbed my unsuspecting wrist and pulled me to the taxi station. We made our way into the deep heart of London, but not too far mind you. Near Big Ben, America let out a sudden gasp toward the iconic, red, double-decker bus.

"Look, dude!! A totally awesome double-decker bus! It has been absolutely forever since I have ridden one of those!! We got to ride it please?!" America pleaded loudly. A small giggle escaped my lips as I nodded at the flamboyant country's conduct. As we got on the bus, America dragged me to the second story where he stopped dead in his tracts, "Yo Britain! How is your life of tea and biscuits?!"

'Britain?' I thought, 'Is the personified version of the UK really on this bus?' I looked over America shoulder to see a glimpse of blond and huge eyebrows.

"Shut up, you absolute fat-ass and quiet down. You are making a scene." Britain retorted, as you heard a book slam shut, "By the way, what is behind your back America?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you." America smiled at me from behind, before picking me up and putting me in front of him. Supposedly Britain was defiantly more different looking than America. Unlike America, Britain was shorter and over all smaller. He had light blond hair, peridot eyes, and overly large eyebrows. Like America, however, he was quite handsome. Britain looked at me confused, "Britain, this is (Y/N). She is my best friend, so I thought it would be a good idea to bring her along on this trip. She is a little shy, but she is the best friend I could ever have, dude!"

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Y/N). I hope you have a wonderful time in London." England welcomed kindly, bowing his head a little. Something in me, like every other girl had a thing for a British guy with an accent. England's voice just appealed to me. But that was not all! Before I met England, I thought the countries were just people and America was just a more handsome one. Honestly, you thought England was going to be a fatter man with tea stained teeth. But since England looks like a gentleman, I wondered what the other countries would look like. Were they all going to be handsome men and beautiful women? A little blush formed on my features.

"I-I hope so too." I stuttered, curtsying a little. England sent a smile my way, as America looked at me and England, like a confused puppy. After a moment, America decided to break the silence.

"By the way, why did you not send a car like you usually do? These are supposed to be important meetings, dude." America asked, in a serious tone. Surprisingly, America was not always goofing around. Most of the time, he had a big smile draw on his face. But other times, he could hold a serious, sometimes cold expression.

"Sorry America. I thought you were coming next week." England stated, as he rubbed the back of his neck. America laughed for a little while, but then looked to England with the same smile.