Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
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It was locked.
What???
England tried the doorknob again, but once again found it to be locked. “America!” he shouted again, but bit back a sigh of frustration when he realized that the study was probably too far from the kitchen for it to make much of a difference.
Sighing, and mentally reminding himself to pay America for the damage he was about to incur, England took a few steps back before charging at the study door.
Which was somehow already open by the time England reached it.
Crash!
It took England a few seconds to process what had happened, and then remembered that the house was on fire as the alarms pierced through the fog that was in England’s brain. Then he remembered that America was in the kitchen, possibly unconscious or even dead (as temporary as death was for them, it was still disorienting to wake up back in the heart of the capital city, and England still had a heart attack whenever he found America dead, always worried that America’s number was up), and then staggered to his knees while reaching for the dropped fire extinguisher.
The smoke had yet to reach this part of the house, but England was still careful as he made his way to the kitchen. He didn’t know where Tony was but at the moment he couldn’t care less. Britannia probably used the cat door either at the front or back door, so it was just America that needed recovery.
“America!”
“England!?”
Smack
“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry,” America chanted as he caught England before the island nation could fall. “Fire department’s on the way, stupid kitchen caught fire. You weren’t cooking or anything, were you?”
England smacked him across the side of the head. “Of course not you idiot! And my cooking does not start house fires!”
America couldn’t help it; he grinned broadly. “So you’re saying if I took a peek at the fire department’s records in your area, I wouldn’t see your address anywhere ?”
“Git!” England swiped at America again, who only started laughing hard.
“C’mon, Tony’s already outside with Britannia,” America said between laughs, trying his honest best to stifle his laughter.
The two nations (finally) made it out more or less intact; England’s pride had taken a couple more hits as America made a few more jabs at his cooking abilities. America was not as upset about this as England would have thought; apparently each room door was lined with a fireproof seal that put some effort in keeping the fire from spreading before the fire department arrived. Also the Richmond Fire Department was apparently used to answering calls from this particular address, having handled everything from firework mishaps to barbecue experiments in the last ten years.
“Aren’t fireworks illegal here anyway?” England asked when America finished talking.
America shrugged. “I should probably check. All the states have different rules about them, I just figure that I’m justified since I’m the United States of America anyway.”
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“C’mon, it’s not like they don’t smuggle fireworks across state borders anyway,” America grumbled.
Tony was perched delicately on the patio table, wearing white sneakers, blue shorts, a red-and-white striped shirt, and a black Florida Marlins cap. He was holding onto a very upset Britannia, whose body fur was still puffed up. England narrowed his eyes slightly at the alien; it was looking too innocently back.
That or England was just overreacting.
“Y’know, you took your time getting back with the fire extinguisher. Did you have a hard time finding it?” America asked; they could both hear the fire engine sirens approaching.
“No, I found it all right. It’s just that your study door first locked itself when I tried to leave, and then was miraculously opened when I was about to break the door down,” England said, watching Tony carefully out of his peripheral vision.
“Huh, that’s weird. I’ve never had that problem before,” America remarked, frowning slightly. He shrugged, and then grimaced when they heard the fire engines arrive. “My handler is going to freak when she hears about this…”
“Shouldn’t we head around to the front so that they don’t go in looking for us?” England asked, frowning. Tony was taking this fiery development very calmly, as was America.
“Nah, they know I’ll be out back. Besides, I can’t let them see Tony,” America said, shrugging. He sat down at one of the patio chairs and gestured for England to sit as well. “Like I said, we’ve got this routine down pat.”
“That’s what worries me,” England said. “You’re taking this too calmly.”
“Well, like you said. I can’t think straight if I panic. Simple.”
“Jones!”
The two nations looked up to see a firefighter approaching. America waved and shouted back, “Hey Chief! What’s the damage looking like?”
Chief Robin Mendez was from an old Virginian family that had one hell of a temper in the bloodline, a fact that America unfortunately discovered the hard way a couple years ago. She was a little over five feet, and her dark hair was pulled back in a severe bun that made her appear stricter than she probably was; England couldn’t tell, seeing as he had never met her before.
She eyed America for a moment before sighing. “Mr. Jones, we were able to determine that someone set this fire in the kitchen, and set it up so that the fire would be contained in the kitchen and living room. Thankfully, we were able to stop it before it got nasty. There was something unrecognizable in the oven that might have been food at one point in its life, but we think that the fire started there.”
Someone set the fire?
England’s eyes were drawn to Tony, who was humming to himself as he innocently petted the still-riled cat while America talked to the fire chief. The timing was either just a coincidence, or Tony was retaliating for breakfast that morning.
Considering Tony’s general attitude toward him, England was fully prepared to bet the latter.
England sighed. He had been hoping for a relaxing weekend with America. But the little alien seemed intent on making things difficult for him, so England was going to simply react with his customary response whenever threatened.
War.
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dun dun dunnn! Okay, I won't subject you to my cheesiness. ANYWAY, sorry about the delay on this, I was without Internet for a while and then I was working on a few other Hetalia projects (2 for here, a few elsewhere)
If anyone's curious, fireworks are illegal in Virginia.
I also realized I screwed up the link to the original prompt, so hopefully this works:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=5172695#t5172695
Until next time!
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England's 'customary response' is war. I like that. It's very fitting. I can't wait to see what he does now.
This randomFlorida!anon would like to thank you for the Marlins reference, even though the are playing abysmally right now.
I love this fill so much.
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I'm glad you love this fill. I've got big stuff planned for the end, where the trump cards come into play ;)
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