EnglandxReader: I'm so Hot I Could Kiss MyselfEnglandxReader: I'm so Hot I Could Kiss Myself by HaloStormHybrids
“Iggy, give it up, it’s no use. We’re stuck here, and we’re gonna be stuck here until America comes to save us, or until those Macaroni brothers decide to let us go, which we both know could take a very long time,” you pointed out, watching as England tried to dig his way out of the cell you were both being held in. His face was covered in sweat and dirt. You sat with your back against the wall, crossing your arms defiantly. You wanted out as much as he did, but how the heck was digging supposed to work?
“Oh bullocks. There is no way I’m waiting for that stupid America to come and rescue us. He’ll probably get his butt captured and thrown in here with us! Then where would we be!?” England protested. You were surprised he hadn’t told you not to call him ‘Iggy’. Then again, you called him that all the time, and he never seemed to mind.
“Still in this cell?”