Hetalia: America's quest for love~ and all that jazz.
You decided to call England.
"Yo, Britain! What's up?"
America holds the phone away from his ear. Following routine, England begins yelling through the phone.
"Bloody hell, America! What is so goddamn important that you have to call at fucking four in the morning?"
America laughs. "Oh, dude! I totally forgot about the stupid time difference! But hey, listen! I need your help!"
"If it's about the bloody war right now then it can fucking wait."
"Nonononononono! It's actually about Well "
America's words begin to fade out, feeling somewhat embarrassed now that he's actually going to admit this to someone like England of all people.
"Spit it out, lad! I don't have all fucking day. I'd like to get some sleep, you know."
"W-well you see, I need your help! I want to ask someone out!"
There is silence on the other line.
"England? Are you still there? If you hung up on me I'm going to hack into your facebook account again and-"
"B-bloody hell, America I'm still here. Wh-who were you going to a-ask out, now?"
America chuckles nervously. "That's the problem! I'm not sure WHO I want to ask out. So I decided to ask you for help!"
There is silence once again.
" England?"
The dial tone greets his ear. That jerk hung up on him! Frick! After he worked up the courage to ask him and everthing!
He glares at the phone, willing England to feel it all the way across the ocean.
Sighing, He wonders what he should do now.
"Yo, Britain! What's up?"
America holds the phone away from his ear. Following routine, England begins yelling through the phone.
"Bloody hell, America! What is so goddamn important that you have to call at fucking four in the morning?"
America laughs. "Oh, dude! I totally forgot about the stupid time difference! But hey, listen! I need your help!"
"If it's about the bloody war right now then it can fucking wait."
"Nonononononono! It's actually about Well "
America's words begin to fade out, feeling somewhat embarrassed now that he's actually going to admit this to someone like England of all people.
"Spit it out, lad! I don't have all fucking day. I'd like to get some sleep, you know."
"W-well you see, I need your help! I want to ask someone out!"
There is silence on the other line.
"England? Are you still there? If you hung up on me I'm going to hack into your facebook account again and-"
"B-bloody hell, America I'm still here. Wh-who were you going to a-ask out, now?"
America chuckles nervously. "That's the problem! I'm not sure WHO I want to ask out. So I decided to ask you for help!"
There is silence once again.
" England?"
The dial tone greets his ear. That jerk hung up on him! Frick! After he worked up the courage to ask him and everthing!
He glares at the phone, willing England to feel it all the way across the ocean.
Sighing, He wonders what he should do now.