A/N: Heeeheee.... 2p!England much? I don't know, I just wanted to change the mood between him and Falkland a little more. ;)
I AM IVAN - PART TWENTY-SEVEN
'Another day, indeed...' Falkland muttered to herself, crossing her arms across her bare chest. She felt Britain's lips brush over her shoulder, making her shiver slightly. She was angry at herself for giving into Britain, but there was something about him that she just couldn't refuse. 'I love you...' She heard him whisper over and over into her ear, until she finally pushed his head away. 'Get off,' she said, irritated, 'I need to get up.' She tried to get out of the bed, but Britain stopped her by wrapping an arm round her waist. 'Get off!' She said again, 'I need to find Germany later and explain to hi- STOP THAT!' Falkland blushed bright red as she felt Britain's other hand run up and down her left leg. Britain simply smirked and laughed, taking his hand away from her leg. 'Fine, fine, you can leave now.' Nipping her ear quickly, Britain let go of Falkland, letting her get out of bed. As she searched the room for her clothes, Britain also stood up and began getting dressed, mumbling something about France the entire time. 'Hey,' Falkland turned to say to Britain before leaving the room, 'want me to make you breakfast?'
Britain shook his head. 'No thank you, only tea. Two sugars, you know the drill.'
Falkland nodded and wandered downstairs, a little confused at Britain's sudden changes of attitude towards her. Was he being deliberately cold now? Or did he just feel bad now? Who knows what went through the man's head anyway?
'America?' She called out to see if her American friend would be waiting downstairs. 'FALKLAND, DUDE!'
Unsurprisingly, he was. 'Dude, dude, dude, did you and Britain-'
'Say another word and I'll shoot you on the spot you stand.' Falkland growled. America gulped and stepped away from her, nervously laughing.
That afternoon, Germany, Italy and Japan arrived in Britain to discuss the topic of the attack on Russia.
Germany, in an attempt to be polite, knocked on the door twice, a little too loudly. 'I'm coming! I'm coming!' Falkland yelled impatiently, running to open the door. 'Oh! Ludwig!' She smiled at the trio in front of her. 'Feliciano, Kiku.' She nodded at each of them in turn. 'Are they here?' Britain called out from the living room, making his way to the front door. 'Yes, ' Falkland called back, seeing Britain walk up to her, 'the others will be here in a-' She was cut off by him kissing her gently. 'Sure.' He then turned to the trio standing in the hall. 'Please, come into the living room and make yourself comfortable~ Falkland can bring you tea.'
Falkland opened her mouth to protest, but caught Britain throwing her a look of warning. She then politely nodded and went to go and make tea for their guests. 'Sugar?' She asked before leaving. 'Nein,' Germany said, 'None of us have sugar except Italy; und he has two.'
With a nod she walked passed them to go into the kitchen, only to have her arm grabbed by Britain. 'Huh?' She looked up at him with a bemused expression. 'Take your time,' he said, voice dripping with venom, 'we want to please our guests... Now, run along, like a good little girl.'
She turned away from him and bit her lip, wanting to yell profanity after profanity in his face. She didn't understand why he was acting like towards her, and why he has suddenly become so... She couldn't seem to find a word to describe his attitude, as she mumbled to herself, heading towards the kitchen. And why was it she had to make them all tea? Why couldn't someone else do it? She sighed loudly and began to go about making their tea; two sugars for Britain and Italy and none for Japan and Germany. Simple enough.
She came back into the living room, carrying the tea on a tray. She set the tray down on the coffee table and sat beside Britain, folding her hands neatly in her lap. 'Now,' Britain said in a serious tone, 'shall we get down to the business?'
Germany nodded and looked towards Falkland. 'It was your idea, after all,' he said, 'Why don't you start?'
'Well, as I said before-'
She was cut off my Britain standing up in front of her. 'I personally don't think she should be in charge of this entire operation!'
Now it was Falkland's turn to stand up, glaring at Britain fiercely. 'And why not?' She yelled back at him. Britain sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 'Look, Faye, I don't want you getting hur-'
'Forget it.' She snapped, storming out past Britain and the others. 'Wait a minute, bella~' Italy called after Falkland, following after her. 'What?' She asked rudely, sitting down on the neatly kept lawn in front of the house. 'Why'd you walk out, bella?'
'Don't call me that...' She grumbled. 'But Why'd you walk out?'
'It's not important.'
'Do you love Inghilterra?'
Italy smiled innocently at her. 'Do you love Inghilterra?' He repeated. Falkland chuckled to herself and nodded. ' Sí, yo lo quiero mucho.'