Hey guys! I don't own Hetalia or anything, but if I did I'd make it all about yaoi. But that's never going to happen. Sigh, anywho, enjoy!
"Hello?" a young boy said into the phone.
"Hey! Is this Artie?" an excited voice came through.
A deep sigh was heard. "Hello Alfred. I thought I told you to stop calling me Artie."
"So I did type in the right number! Wait, how did you know it was me?"
"You're the only person who actually calls me Artie, git."
"Hehe, anyways, it's nice finally gettin' to talk to ya!" Alfred said happily as his mom watched him.
"Likewise, but you need to work on pronouncing your words fully," Arthur said and stopped paying attention to the certain French boy beside him.
"Aw, c'mon Arthur! It's just the way I talk. It's my.... What's the word?.." Alfred said trying to think of it.
"Do you mean accent?"
"Yeah! That's it! It's just my accent."
"I suppose that's an excuse for now. Anyways, shouldn't you be in school by now?" Arthur wondered.
"Nope! We just had a snow storm, and the roads in the county haven't been cleared so, we're having a snowcation. Mama calls snow days that." Alfred said and waved to his mother. Of course, she waved back.
"That's actually pretty clever. Snowcation. We don't get much snow here in London, but it rains a lot."
"That sounds awesome! I love playing in the rain!"
"You don't have to shout, Alfred. I'm sure Arthur can hear you just fine," Alfred's mother said and ruffled his hair.
"Yes, I can hear you clearly, and so can the rest of England." Arthur said sarcastically.
"No way! The rest of England can hear me?"
"I was just kidding, Alfred."
"Who is this Alfred?" A certain French said into the phone.
"He's none of your business, Frog!" Arthur said trying get away.
"Who's that, Artie?" Alfred wondered.
"Oh no one, Alfred," Arthur said the same time the French boy said: "Francis Bonnefoy!" The English boy groaned.
"Are you still on the phone, Alfie?" A boy said standing a little away from Alfred.
"Who's that?" Arthur and Francis said together.
"Oh that's just my little brother, Mattie." Alfred said.
"Only by a year!" Matthew said into the phone.
"Oh, so are you two close?" Arthur asked.
"Well, we're technically cousins, but we act like brothers. We could pass for twins, too." Alfred said proudly.
"That's nice. So, Mattie is short for Matthew I'm guessing," Arthur inferred.
"Yup! Oh and Mattie was born in Canada!" Alfred told Arthur and Francis.
"Really? Does he speak French?" Francis butted in again.
"Some," Matthew answered.
"Why won't you go away, Frog?" Arthur asked/whined.
"So rude, Arthur! But sadly I do have to go. Au revoir~" Francis said. Everyone heard a door close and a relieved sigh.
"Finally, he left. Sorry about that abomination, but he's gone now."
"It's all good! I think I'll just call him French Fry," Alfred said. Then, both laughed.
"Anywho, I think I'd better go now, Alfred," Arthur said.
"Because, it's almost 10:00 P.M. here."
"Oh yeah, I forgot to add five hours. Well, I guess goodnight, Artie!" Alfred said.
"Goodnight Alfred, don't call me Artie," Arthur said and was about to hang up.
"Oh wait!" Alfred said.
"Yes? What is it?"
"Can we talk tomorrow?" Alfred asked a little embarrassed.
Arthur smiled, "Of course we can, but I do need sleep."
"Ok! Goodnight again, Arthur!"
"Goodnight again, poppet," Arthur said and they both hung up.
Yay! I finished! Anywho, I hoped you liked it and review please~!