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 “Hola, England!” “Huh?” The British man dropped the cooking materials he was holding, baffled at hearing a familiar voice out of no where. Strange, his house was empty besides him last time he checked, and he was almost completely sure he had locked all the doors. “Ennnnglaaaaaand~!” Damn, it’s the cheery Spanish git again. Suppressing a sigh, England wandered out of the kitchen to see Spain in the living room, already approaching toward him. “Engla—“ “What the bloody hell are you doing in my house? How’d you even get in?!” the blonde demanded, narrowing