Hiiiiii! I am FINALLY back with another chapter of this story! Holy christs it's been MONTHS! I am sooo sorry I'm such an unresposible author, but it was school and all that jazz going on so I just didn't have time to write this. I started at it weeks ago but got around to finish it this week. Ah, I can't believe tomorrows christmas! Wai~! Anyway, *cough*, This chapter is about America and England destroying cars and their silly excuses for it. Or rather... it's about America destroying Englands cars. Over and over again... heh, yeah, well,

Please enjoy the chapter and the fact that I'm back! (wooo! All hail the almighty Christmas Vecation!)

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When You've destroyed someones car you schould have a better excuse than...

"Hey Iggy Piggy!" America shouted and skipped down the corridor to walk by the grumpy, old Brit who shot him a dirty look.

"Nice nickname you got me there, fatty." England spat back and America beamed proudly.

"I know, rite?" England raised his breifcase to slap the American who yelped terrified and jumped out of the way just in time. Unlucky for him that there was a wall just there. England pointed and laughed at him after he so gracefully had jumped face first into the wall.

"Anyway," America said, rubbing his sore nose while pouting. England continued to snicker. "I wanted to ask you for a favour…"

"Hm, go on, lad." England said suspiciously eyeing him from the side.

"Can I borr-"

"No." America blinked slowly and then frowned lightly. England just crossed his arms.

"But I didn't-"

"I know."

"… So can I-"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

"Will you liste-"

"No."

"Ig-"

"No."

"Sto-"

"No."

"…"

"…"

"Can I talk no-"

"No."

"Stoooooooop!" America screamed frustrated and stomped his foot onto the ground. England simply scowled at him. "Stop interupting me! And listen!"

"I already know what you want to say, fatty, and I said no!" England shot back and America pouted.

"But why not? It's only a car, for christs sake!" England twitched irritably.

"Do you…" He started, walking closer to the blonde idiot who took a step back because of the look England was giving him. "Recall what happened last time I let you. Borrow. My. Car?" America gulped nervously, but smiled nontheless.

"Eeeeeerh-" He started but England interupted him.

"Let me remind you! You drove in on the driveway…"

England stood gaping as he watched the remains of his car… his car!... roll in to the driveway. Once the motor was shut off, a certain loud-mouthed American jumped out from the drivers seat and England watched him unamused, and perhaps he was a little shocked, too. He gaped like a goldfish, opening and closening his mouth rapidly, not comprehending that the squished veciele was his, well, used to be his lovely car. He quickly turned his burning glare toward the culprit of the whole mess. America chuckled nervously and rubbed his backhead.

"Uh… Well…" Both stared at each other in silence. "At least now your car doesn't look like everyone elses!" He beamed happilly and gave England the thumbs up. England fainted and later, when he woke up, he made the fae haunt Americas house at night.

"Oh, come on, Iggy!" America sighed and rolled his eyes, his arms now crossed over his chest. "That was just once!" England fumed.

"Oh yeah? OH YEAH?" He shrieked, his voice raising in scale. "What about that time…"

"America! You're driving on the wrong side of the road!" A quite stressed Englishman said to his American friend who only smiled stupidly at him.

"What are you talking about, this is how I drive back at my place." England tried to grab the steeringwheel, but America was skillfully driving with one hand and pushing him away with the other.

"You git! This is Wales!"

"What re you talking about? I don't see any whales!" America didn't see the honking car, but England did.

"Americ-"

"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" They both screamed in unison as they were hit and the car started spinning 'round and 'round and off the road. To finish it all off, it slammed against a tree. They sat silent for a while, huffing and staring wide eyed straight ahead. England composed himself first and grabbed at his hair.

"Oh my god! My car!" He shrieked horrified. Beside him America snorted.

"Yes, I am fine, thank you for caring, old man." He said sarcasticly.

"You destroyed my car!"

"It's not my fault you drive on the wrong side of the road!"

"I'm going to kill you!" England launged himself towards America who easily held him at distance.

"Whow! Whow! W-well, see it from the bright side!" He said nervously and gave a shaky smile.

"There is no bright side with this, you mother f-!"

"Language! Language! America screamed. "And yes, there totally is." Two large eyebrows rose. "Now you can fit both the car and the boat into the garage-" And then his used-to-be father figure promptly choked him.

"I said it back then, and I'll say it again! You just drive on the wrong side of the road!"

"We do not!" England shouted back and they stared at each other in a childishly stubborn way. After a while America gave in and rolled his eyes.

"Okay, so I have destroyed your car twice, but that doesn't mean I will do it again!"

"Oh, hahaha, America." England gave him a sharp glare. "Only two times? I did teach you to count, did I not?"

"What are you talking about?" America said, blushing a little uneasely.

"You have destroyed my car more times than two, you bloody git!" England shouted and pointed an accusing finger towards his old charge. America slapped his hand away.

"I have not!"

"Oh yeah? What about that time…"

England stared at his squished veceile. It was… how could it be…? How was it…? How could that…? How the fuck did that happen? It looked as if it had run straight into a brickwall and at the same time another car had run into the back of it. It was totally squished!

"Well… Oups." America said sheepishly, rubbing his golden hair. "Well… It just got easier to park between two cars!" he beamed hapilly. "Isn't that right, Iggy-IEEEEAAAAAAAAAH!" He screamed terrified as said veciele was flung towards him.

"Hey!" America frowned. "I remember that. I had to lie in a hospital for one whole week because of you throwing that thing on me!"

"That thing used to be my car before I lent it to you!" England fumed and America sighed.

"Still…" He mumbled. "Okay, so that was three times-"

"I'm not done!" England interupted him and America looked thrown off. "Then there was that time…"

"Why, America, WHY?"

"I said I'm sorry! But it's not my fault that that guy thought he could fight me over that parking space! I totally shoudn't be blamed for this! Besides, it's just a scratch."

"Scratch my arse! (no, thank you, America said.) It's a fucking hole right there!"

"Pff, you're exegerating-"

"I so am not! Fuck! I can't believe I keep lending you my car whenever you visit! Never again, you hear me? Never again!"

"Oh, come on Iggy! At least you don't have to worry someone would want to steal it now!"

"Oh… In that case, thank you for your considiration my dear friend."

"…Really…?"

"Yes, I am forever gratefull to you."

"Heh… Well, whatever you say Iggy! Hahaha!"

"…"

"You sure you forgive me…?"

"No! I am going to kill you!"

"AAAAAH! NOOOOO! Bad Iggy, bad! Get off, get off!"

"I am going to shave you bald!"

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

"… I'm glad you didn't." America said and patted his hair fondly.

"Don't be so sure. I am just waiting for the opportunity." Americas' eyes grew big as plates and he backed away suspiciously, shielding his head.

"Don't come closer, you!" He shouted and England proceded to roll his eyes before resuming to glare at the American. "Besides, that was only four times. Come on, I bet you've destroyed more cars on your own during your life time."

"That is besides the point." America stared doumbly at him.

"And the point is…?"

"You can't borrow my car." England said, leaving no room for argument.

"But Iggy!"

"I said no, already!" America frowned childishly.

"Come on, dude! It's just a car. And you know me, I don't repeat my mistakes over and over."

"Yet you have destroyed my car, what? 4-5 times? Don't repeat mistakes, right." England scoffed.

"Uh… But every time I accidentily destroyed your car it wasn't as if I destroyed it by doing the same mistaked over and over, right? See? There's my point."

"Oh, wait. Please leave a space for me to laugh here. Haha. America, do you seriously think I will lend you my car?"

"I was… hoping?" America tried to smile sweetly at England who didn't buy his act.

"No."

"I'm not getting anywhere with you."

"That's because you're stupid."

"You're old." America shot back.

"Fuck you."

"Eat my socks."

"Denied."

"AAAAARGH!" America shouted frustrated and threw the breifcase he was holding through the corridor. China screamed when it hit him in the head. America and England stared at the blood that oozed out from the Chinese mans head where he lay. Korea stuck his head out from behind the corner.

"Murder originated in Korea…" He whispered before slowly sliding back away from view. America and England stood in silence.

"Where was I…" America said pondering. "Oh! Right! As I was saying, AAAAAAARGH!" He stomped his foot angrily on the floor pretending as if Chinas death hadn't happened in the first place. "Just let me borrow you car damn it!"

"No! Why won't you get it? I will never borrow you my car ever again! EVER!" England shouted right back, also ignoring the corpse on the other side of the corridor.

"If you don't let me borrow it, how will you know I'm going to destroy it again, huh?"

"Oh, I know alright. I know because you have destroyed it more than only 4 times."

"I have not!"

"No? Let me remind you of all those times then!"

America and England stood analyzing the car in front of them in silence. It was old, but charming, and England had succeded in keeping it intact for couple of years now. And then America had borrowed it, and BAM! No longer he had a car.

"…I still don't see the problem here, Iggy." America broke the silence, pouting because he was cold and England had forced him outside to look at something.

"Look closer." England answered calmly, too calmly, and pointed at the car. America fidgeted nervously.

"Is something, erh… missing?" He tried smiling, but it looked like a grimace. Before them the car was missing both doors on the left side and the lack was scraped horribly.

"Half the car is missing Alfred." Suddenly Alfred felt very uncomfortable standing close to his old mentor.

"Well… at least the grate along the doorframes isn't visible anymore." England slowly turned to him.

"This is Victoria Royalmother with breaking news! We recently got a report from the local police station that they have captured an American rebell! Appearently it started with them getting a report from an English citicen that two people were disturbing her sleep with their screaming and fighting outside. When the police arrived to the scene they tried to calm the angried Brittish gentleman who was busy strangling an American youngster, but after getting the story from the older of the two, the police gave the Brittish man a helping hand and now, after about 3 hours, they have succesfully captured the American and put him behind locks! London is once again safe thanks to the police! That was all, I am your reporter, Victoria Royalmother, and I wish you a pleasant evening."

"The Brittish prison…" America said thoughtfully then shivered. "Worst time in my life ever."

"You're just mad you were totally bitched by the prisoners."

"S-s-shut up! I was not-!" America started shouting emberassed. He was totally too Heroic to become someones bitch.

"You shut up." England snapped back. "I was not done!"

"Yoooo! Iggy!" Englad heard the American shout from the outside, his yell fallowed by a car door slamming shut. "I'm hoooome!" England quickly got to his feet and dashed out the door where he was greeted by the sight of a grinning American and his car. America was smiling cheerfully at him, leaning on the car with his elbow gracefully drapped over the roof of the small yellow model. Heroicly handsome as ever, and England had never laid eyes upon such beauty and awesomeness…

"Stop cutting into my story you bastard!" England slapped America over the head.

"I'm just telling everyone the truth!" America pouted and crossed his arms. England growled but decided to continue.

America was smiling that awefull smile of his. The 'I-have-done-something-wrong-so-I'm-going-to-try-seduce-you-into-forgiving-me'- smile. Ah, yeah… And the car… The cars' front was squished, causing it to look like a pigs' nose. England felt his mood go from nevous to horrified to enraged in three seconds. America was oblivious to the change of mood.

"Hey you!" He made a mock salute. "Here to greet me with kisses and words that describe my awesomeness-"

"America, what happened to my car…?" England growled between teeth. America laughed.

"Ahaha! Oh, that? Well, you see, as a good friend I just wanted to make sure you were driving around in a safe car model." He shot him the famous thumbs up. Then after some thought he added, "Yeah… erh, you weren't. I think I broke a rib when I crashed." Att hose words England flew down the stairs and threw himself in Americas waiting arms. They spun 'round and 'round and laughed together, looking like a typicall scene out of one of Americas movies when the Hero returned to the Heroine.

"Stop. Changing. The. Story!" England shouted as he choked the American between his hands.

"Hack-! I can't –Ckh!- help I'm making it *cough* better!" Finally England let America go and studied him with a weird look.

"You keep turning it into some kind of love story! Why? Are you desperate or something?" Americas face lit on fire and he looked at anywhere but England.

"Pssh! As if!" He said stubbornly. England rolled his eyes.

"Anyway…"

At those words England flew down the stairs and threw himself into America, clinging onto him while the other shouted terrified and tried to pry the smaller man off of his back. England bit Americas ear and America screamed like a little girl and then all hell broke loose.

…Let's just say Englands neighbours didn't appriciate the noice and forced him to eventually move. Well, at least he had forced America to carry all his furniture to his new house. Served him right!

"I totally have a scar on my ear after that!" America said almost proudly, like he considered it one of his battle scars.

"Really now?" England lifted one of his eyebrows amusedly.

"Yeah, check it!" America removed his bangs and true to his words, a bite mark was still visible on his left ear. Suddenly Canada appeared out of nowhere.

"Letting England mark you… so gay, bro." He said as he strode past them and England and America were left frozen on their spots. Komimomija, or what's-his-name, came shuffling after his owner.

"Burned." It said and left the two staring at each other in the same poses they had been standing in before Canada had appeared.

"And then there was that time…" England continued, ignoring the crying American in the corner.

CRASH-BOOM-BANG! England fell out of his bed.

"Fucketi fuck-fuck-fuck!" He cursed and wrestled his sheets to get free. He stumbled down the stairs and run out into the night in only his Union-Jack boxers. The bricked wall that seperated his garden from his neighbour was smoking and crumbling a little. A car door, some struggling noises, a slam and coughing came from inside the smoke. Soon America stumbled out while coughing in his hand but all England could stare at was what used to be his car, erh, well the rest of it anyway. America noticed him and casually strolled over to his side. Joining him in staring at the rest of the car, America huffed and let a hand brush through his hair, smearing the blood in his forehead as he did.

"Tuff shit, man. Tuff shit." He said and patted Englands shoulder. Texas was shattered and dingling comicly from his nose and ear. "At least I didn't hit your wife, amirite?" He said and laughed before strolling inside Englands house while singing drunkenly to himself.

"I swear to God, America, your excuses are the worst!" England concluded angrily. Beside him America licked his lips absently.

"I don't think they're that bad…"

"No? Well, there were a few more alike occasions as the ones I've already mentioned and they went a little like this.

Out of the crashed car jumped America, looking ready to defend himself.

"At least I didn't crash the Jaguar you've dreamt of getting!" He shouted defencively.

America stumbled out of what was left of Englands' car.

"I drove without thinking of my own safety just so that I could hand the car back in time!"

"Yanno, there was a typo in the manual on page 49, so I don't think I alone should be blamed for this small accident." America said to the police dressed England, standing in front of the four cars that had crashed because of him.

"Okay so I've crashed your car…" America counted on his fingers. "Three ti-"

"Ten." England cut in with a cold tone.

"Fine, Mr. Exact. Ten times. Come on, that's nothing!" America gestured with his arms in the air.

"It doesn't matter what you say, you're not going to borrow my car today." England said with a final tone and crossed his arms. America glared at him.

"Well… Fine, be that way!" He said stubbronly. "You… jerk…" He mumbled. "You… stupid jerk… You stupid, Brittish, unable-to-cook-anything jerk… you stupid Brittish, unable-to-cook-anything, ignoarant, selfish-"

"I'm still not lending you my car." England deadpanned, looking unimpressed by Americas' way of insulting him. America laughed.

"Hahaha~... Go to hell, England." he said smiling sweetly. England repeated himself.

"I won't borrow you my car." America shrugged.

"Well, that's too bad then. I think I'm just gonna go on ahead to your car, since I already bothered to steal your keys and everything, and instead of lending it, I will steal it." England looked absolutely horrified.

"You wouldn't…" America smiled at him.

"I was going to anyway, I just asked to be nice, yanno?" He grinned and waved with his hand. "Bye England~!" He shouted as he ran down the corridor towards the garage. England laughed as he watched him go.

"Hahaha~… America you jerk!"

"Hahaha~!" America laughed and disappeared.

Much to Englands' dismay, when he reached the garage after chasing after America, he was greated by his crashed car and a few worried nations. He walked over to the drivers' seat of his car and glared at America who just stared straight ahead.

"…The way you drive it would've happened sooner or later." He said indiffirently and shrugged. Worst excuse ever to say to an angered Brittish man whoms car you has already destroyed ten times.

Englands' car had been crashed again, but to his surprice it wasn't America who jumped out of it, but Prussia.

"Yah, sorry 'bout that. I was just too awesome for your car to handle."

Yeah, I apolegize once again for my lateness with this y'all. And for any grammar fails, at the moment I'm just too lazy to look through this and righten them, so... erh, yah :D

I think I'm loosing my humour... I dunno, lol, I just can't seem to find any of this funny. Except for the Canada part. Canade rules. I've been on a HUGE writers block recently (still on it) and whenever I try to get around to write anything I just get stuck. The insperation has flown out the window with all of my stories and it scares me, to be honest D: Anything I force myself to write really feels forced and it just doesn't flow... Urgh, well let's hope I get out of it due to next year at least, huhu...

Oh! And I promise to submitt next chapter later today as well! Consider it a christmas gift :D tehe!

Anyway, I hope you ejoyed reading and I hope you haven't lost faith in this story or in me, because I have so much to give!

I hope you enjoyed and please leave a review on your thoughts about the chapter!

Owari...

PS.

I just counted the amouth of possible chapters, and I know I've told you there was going to be 19, but boy!
Did I count wrong! There's only going to be about 14 chapters, if not less, so erh... yeah, sorry to disapoint
you but that's the truth. I guess that is the reason I only have an OK grade in math and nothing fancy, hehe.