USxUK chapter 6

Chapter 6~

            His glowing emerald green eyes lazily opened, finding his companion dozing gently beneath him.
Gazing over to the window he realized it was the middle of the night. He checked his wristwatch and he gasped at the time, it was 1 am. Iggy frowned;
this was going to mess up his perfect schedule.  He attempted several times to go back to sleep, but he was bountiful with unwanted energy.  Slowly and
cautiously, he got up leaving Alfred snoring. Glancing between the phone and cleaning the house, he decided to call up a few "friends".  First he decided
he was going to call Russia, he was usually up late. Laying on his stomach and twisting the black, coiled cord between his fingers, he listened to the
rather annoying sound of the phone buzzing.

"….bbbbbbbbbzzzzz……"

"…..bbbbbbbbzzzzzz…."

"….bbbbbbbzz- Da?"

England smiled and asked if he had the spare time to talk.

            "well, that all depends if-" Russia was cut off by a whining China,

            "ARE YOU GOING TO SLEEP OR WHAT?? It's 1 am! This is crazy, I'm exhausted and I don't like to sleep alone!!"

            Iggy just rolled his eyes.

            "I have to go, sorry England. Maybe next time! Oh, and why are you up so late?"

            England quickly explained almost everything. Leaving out anything that contained America in it.

            "Oh, I see. Kolkolkolkolkolkol. The only thing is, you left out everything about America in it. Well I have to go!"

            Shocked Iggy attempted to ask Russia how he knew, "RUSSIA HO- bbbbzzzzz" He face-palmed and decided to give Italy a call. It did not take
long for Italy to answer. "Hello Italy!" he called out only to find a grumpy Germany on the other end.

            "Vat do you vant? And why do you call at such a late hour? Me and Italy were sleeping." He mumbled something under his breath and sighed. "Is it important?"

            Iggy hesitated before he replied, "Yes, I guess it's important. Can you wake up Italy for me though?" Germany thoughtfully said yes and
woke up-rather attempted- to wake up Italy, he was a very deep sleeper.

            "HAY! FRANCE IS COMING TO GET YOU ITALY!" …nothing…. "I GOT umm… Grandpa Rome is here? Ummm…. " Germany went to the kitchen and opened the
refrigerator door. It slammed shut and the microwave went off. You could hear him climb back into bed. "I GOT PASTA!"

            "PAAASSSSTTTAAAAA!!!" He woke up easily and started eating the pasta. Germany quickly told him that he had someone waiting for him on the
other line.  He rolled over and went back to sleep. An energized Italy answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Oh, uh Hi Italy." Italy then proceeded to ask if he was introuble, since the brit didn't favor the italian much. He smiled, "No, no your not in trouble-" a sigh escaped from Italy "-I need some... well advice... i guess." Iggy winced at that statement, the "advice" he was looking for was not excatly comfortable to talk about between two guys.
"Ohhhhhhh, I'm good at giving advice!" smiling and taking another bite of the pasta he asked, "What is it...?"
Taking his time to figure out how to word the sentence he quietly whispred what he needed, "ineedsomeadviceaboutdatingbecauseidontknowhowtodoanythingandithinkimtheuke!!!"
gasping for air, he facepalmmed. This wan't going to work.
"Ve.......?" Italy's curl bounced up and down questionaly while Iggy plotted... something.
Sighing loudly, the Brit confessed, -this time a little louder and actually proper grammer, "Hey, umm well. I need some advice about... erm. Dating... I guess. I know nothing about it."
"Ohhhh! Ok!! Well first you got to, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah"
Italy contuniued to blab on and give Iggy "Valuable" knowledge. They talked on to about 5am. England's head swelled with knowledge and he decided to go to sleep in his actuall bed. Only to find that America was hogging the whole bed with his arms and legs outstreched. Shocked, he found that America was wearing only his boxers. "Bloddy Hell, America!! God, wear some clothes next time!!! =____=" Sighing he got into his pajamas and decided to lay down in bed with him. Or as the brit was doing, nearly falling off the bed with pillows sorrounding him.
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England woke up to the warm sun blazing on his face. Stretching, he tried to turn, but was stopped. "Bloddy he-" he was cut off by a strong arm wrapping over his mouth. "mmhhmmmmm MHHMMMMMMMM!!! FFFFFFFFFFFFFF----" Squirming around and flaling his arms, his attempts were ignored. America took is arm off of his mouth and wrapped his arms strongly around his waist. He pulled him close and placed his head upon Iggy's head. England was forced up against America as if they were dancing, his hands were on his bare chest. Blushing madly he had a small caniption-like thing. Whispering as quiet as possible, "God, bloddy hell america.......*sigh*" The brit just accepted fait and hugged him, lying his head upon his chest and wrapping his petite arms around his broad chest. Blushing madly untill his face was tomato red, he smiled warmly and snuggled.
Alfred woke up and tensed a little bit, but then he snuggled too. Smelling England's hair he sighed quietly. This was the life. "Good morning sunshine" he cooed.
England immediatly got up without any word and ran into the shower, he yelled "Bloody Hell!" before slamming the door shut.
America laughed.