The bushy-eye browed Englishman picked up the phone. "Hello, Alfred. May I help you?"
"YEAH DUDE!" The obnoxious personification of the country of America shouted in his usual loud tone. "I WANT YOU TO COME OVER! ME AND CANADANADANADANA ARE GOING TO GO OUT INTO THE WOODS TONIGHT AND SEARCH FOR SLENDY! I WANNA HAVE YOU AND FRANCY PANTS TO COME WITH US."
"I don't really want to
"ARTIE! DUDE! YOU LIKE, TOTALLY NEED TO GO! IT WILL SUCK BALLS WITHOUT YOU!" Alfred exclaimed to the personification of England, Arthur Kirkland.
He sighed. "Fine. I'll come."
America shouted into the phone again. "OH YEAH. I FORGOT! WE ARE INVITING (Country Name) TOO!" England waited for him to continue, but he already heard the dial tone, which meant he had hung up.
"(F/N)?" He thought, and then sighed. Arthur Kirkland, the blonde haired, bushy eye browed, English gentleman had a huge crush on said girl. She had beautiful (h/l) (h/c) hair, and (e/c) eyes that appeared to glow to such a degree, he thinks he could stare into them all day.
Unfortunately, Arthur is hiding his love. He is unsure of whether or not she likes him. It seems like she likes (Favorite Country besides Iggy), but he doesn't like her. It' complicated.
England never technically agreed to go, but America knocked on his door about a half an hour later and dragged the clearly annoyed man into Alfred's car. There were two seats in the front and three seats in the back. There was exactly enough room, which meant someone would have to sit next to France, assuming Canada was seated next to America in the front.
"Allo Angelterre. I plan on sitting next to (Country Name)." England shook his head rapidly, but France had stopped looking. America stopped by (Country Names) house and knocked on the door. She opened it with a cute (f/c) tee-shirt and (matching color) pants. America grabbed her hand before she could object. She sat in the middle, next to France and England. France began flirting with her, of course.
"Hey (f/n). I think you look beautiful today. That shirt is
" he was staring at her boobs.
"Not interested, Francey-Pants. Back off." She giggled which to England sounded like a million little chimes ringing in perfect harmony.
France, being the pervert that he was, he continued to flirt. She ignored him the best she could, and succeeded by talking to "Iggy."
"Hey, Iggy?" she asked curiously.
"Yes?" he replied.
"What book are you reading?" she asked cutely. He sweetly answered Sherlock Holmes. She explained that those books were her favorites. He smiled and agreed, and they talked about it until they arrived at the place that they were to "Hunt for Slendy."
America hopped out of the car excitedly. "DUDES! WE'RE HERE!" While America was very excited, everyone else was slightly uneasy. England opened the door and helped (Country Name) out of the car. "LET'S GO FIND SLENDY!"