[PART 14] Love is Somewhere Between Sleep and Consciousness (4/??)
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December 7 2010, 03:44:52 UTC
But the phone was ringing. Who on earth was calling him at nine at night he had no idea and why he didn’t get rid of this old, blasted phone he had no idea. It had no caller ID which would really be quite nice. He picked it up, answering with a droll, “’Lo?”
“Ah, Angleterre, you are there!”
His luck. He had none. “What the bloody fuck do you want you frog?”
“Oh, non, non, non. I have not bothered you for two weeks! You should be grateful that Big Brother is calling!”
“Newsflash: I’m not. Now get on with it, man, or hang up before I do.” He took a hand to rub at his temple.
“I really have nothing of importance. I simply inquire as to your knowledge of America’s whereabouts.”
Green eyes rolled. “He’s out with some bint, ‘just fucking’.” Ugh, it hurt to speak those words allowed. “Some Anne woman. …Why would you want to know?”
“Auburn hair?”
“Yes, that’s her-Fra-”
“Mon dieu, Angleterre! I never believed any of your women so fetching!”
“Of course I have fetching women! What are you on about!”
“I can see them! They just got off of one of your silly looking buses.”
England was beginning to think that a new law should be enacted-one stating that America wasn’t allowed on any of his double-deckers. …After he figured out what France was up to.
“Are you stalking them?”
“Oui. I was on my way to see you and bother you in person but I caught sight of amber waves of grain-”
“Don’t.” England took a deep breath. “Describe him like that.”
“I saw our dear Amérique with this Anne and decided that they would be more entertaining than you for now.”
“I do so thank you for your flattery.”
“She looks familiar.”
“Boleyn.”
“Oui! Yes! The racoleuse.”
England snickered. “Yes. The racoleuse.”
France was silent for a moment. England could hear the busy streets of London and it … sounded also as if France was sneaking through foliage. “What are they doing now?”
“…Are you sure you wish to know, chérie?”
“Don’t you go calling me that! And yes!” England exclaimed. He felt his heart rate increase. “I want to know.”
“They have just entered a hotel.”
“How ritzy?”
“Indescribably.”
His heart fell deep into his belly. He forced a laugh out. “Well, then! Now we know why his economy is the way it is.”
“Angleterre, I am not an idiot.”
“Yes you are.”
“Sérieusement. Mon frère, I do notice many things about you. I must, if I am to torment every day of your life, after all.”
England let his forehead hit the table.
“Why have you not been more open with our dear petit charge?”
“Former charge. Former! And that would be because I’m not like you, France, who feels the need to roam in the nude when you spot a pretty face! Now tell me: Do you have anything important to say or may I hang up?”
“If you do not act soon he will be gone forever,” France answered quickly. “We may live amazingly longer lives than we desire but we do not have saintly patience, especially one so young as America. He is waiting.”
“America takes what he wants. If he still-” England stumbled. “If it was I he desired he would have made it clear.”
“We all seem to have assumptions about him but he still surprises us every day. He may be shy-”
“If he wanted me then he would have stayed here and not gone out to have a fuck with some random twit of a woman!”
“I am the country of l’amour. I know how these things work.”
“And the cheese in your brain is moulding. Go home before I pull out the stakes again and burn your arse as you’re forced to look at a portrait of your precious Joan! Goodbye, France.”
England slammed his phone down with far more force than necessary.
“Ah, Angleterre, you are there!”
His luck. He had none. “What the bloody fuck do you want you frog?”
“Oh, non, non, non. I have not bothered you for two weeks! You should be grateful that Big Brother is calling!”
“Newsflash: I’m not. Now get on with it, man, or hang up before I do.” He took a hand to rub at his temple.
“I really have nothing of importance. I simply inquire as to your knowledge of America’s whereabouts.”
Green eyes rolled. “He’s out with some bint, ‘just fucking’.” Ugh, it hurt to speak those words allowed. “Some Anne woman. …Why would you want to know?”
“Auburn hair?”
“Yes, that’s her-Fra-”
“Mon dieu, Angleterre! I never believed any of your women so fetching!”
“Of course I have fetching women! What are you on about!”
“I can see them! They just got off of one of your silly looking buses.”
England was beginning to think that a new law should be enacted-one stating that America wasn’t allowed on any of his double-deckers. …After he figured out what France was up to.
“Are you stalking them?”
“Oui. I was on my way to see you and bother you in person but I caught sight of amber waves of grain-”
“Don’t.” England took a deep breath. “Describe him like that.”
“I saw our dear Amérique with this Anne and decided that they would be more entertaining than you for now.”
“I do so thank you for your flattery.”
“She looks familiar.”
“Boleyn.”
“Oui! Yes! The racoleuse.”
England snickered. “Yes. The racoleuse.”
France was silent for a moment. England could hear the busy streets of London and it … sounded also as if France was sneaking through foliage. “What are they doing now?”
“…Are you sure you wish to know, chérie?”
“Don’t you go calling me that! And yes!” England exclaimed. He felt his heart rate increase. “I want to know.”
“They have just entered a hotel.”
“How ritzy?”
“Indescribably.”
His heart fell deep into his belly. He forced a laugh out. “Well, then! Now we know why his economy is the way it is.”
“Angleterre, I am not an idiot.”
“Yes you are.”
“Sérieusement. Mon frère, I do notice many things about you. I must, if I am to torment every day of your life, after all.”
England let his forehead hit the table.
“Why have you not been more open with our dear petit charge?”
“Former charge. Former! And that would be because I’m not like you, France, who feels the need to roam in the nude when you spot a pretty face! Now tell me: Do you have anything important to say or may I hang up?”
“If you do not act soon he will be gone forever,” France answered quickly. “We may live amazingly longer lives than we desire but we do not have saintly patience, especially one so young as America. He is waiting.”
“America takes what he wants. If he still-” England stumbled. “If it was I he desired he would have made it clear.”
“We all seem to have assumptions about him but he still surprises us every day. He may be shy-”
“If he wanted me then he would have stayed here and not gone out to have a fuck with some random twit of a woman!”
“I am the country of l’amour. I know how these things work.”
“And the cheese in your brain is moulding. Go home before I pull out the stakes again and burn your arse as you’re forced to look at a portrait of your precious Joan! Goodbye, France.”
England slammed his phone down with far more force than necessary.
Definitely getting caller ID.
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