Something
England was staring at America across the room. The nation wasn’t doing anything particularly interesting to garner England’s interest like he suddenly had. He was chatting with Canada about nothing in particular, acting like it was truly something and bothering those around him. But England wasn’t listening. He was trying to recall every detail their last conversation. No, not the political ones or the polite ones given to save face. The one they shared before getting out of bed, dressing, and preparing to greet the world that morning.
