Hey hey Mummy, hey hey mummy
It doesn't matter what I do, I never forget
The taste of pudding we had long ago in my head!
Draw a circle, that's the earth.
Draw a circle, that's the earth
Draw a circle, that's the...♪ Hey!" I whined, annoyed someone had pulled out my earphones.
"W-what are you listening to?!" demanded a familiar British voice. I smirked.
"Why, I'm listening to you, Artie." I responded coyly.
His face turned bright red. He's so easy to rile up! I thought.
"W-well knock it off!" he told me, clearly getting more flustered.
"Awww, but why?" I pouted.
"Because it's embarrassing! You of all people should know what it's like to have embarrassing stuff of you on YouTube."
Heheh... Why haven't I taken that stuff down? I shook my head.
"T-that's different! You're actually really good!"
Cue England's face reaching tomato red coloring.
"Y-you really think so?"
"Yeah man! You could be on like, X-factor or Britain's got talent and noise! I don't know if you'd win, but it's worth a shot!"
England deadpanned, sitting next to me. "Gee thanks..."
"No problem!" I chirped, making a face like this
After that lighthearted banter was exchanged, I scanned England all over. He looked at me uncomfortably.
"Umm... What are you doing?"
I ignored his question in favor of asking my own.
"Where's your tattoo?"
"Huh?!"
"You mention in the song you have a tattoo; some kind of guitar, I think. Where is it?"
England's face turned red once again.
"I've seen you with short sleeves on, so it's not your arms. Is it on your back? Your chest? Did you shave your head and get on your head like in that episode of King of The Hill?"
"D-don't be stupid!"
"... Is it a tramp stamp?"
With that, England rather abruptly stood up and stormed off. I'm not sure if that means I was right or wrong; though I have a hard time imagining him with a tattoo there.
In the end I decided "Fuck it" and just put my earphones back in.













England: Git....
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