Flip and Stack

England sighed and grumbled to himself as he made his way to America's hotel room. "Stupid bloody git forgetting his notes again!" Of course, England was unsure how said notes could be of any use to the man since they were entirely covered in doodles of aliens and superheroes and…was that him as the princess from that Zelda game?! Oh America was going to get a piece of his mind! England raised his fist to knock furiously on the door, but paused when he heard shouting coming from within.
"Yes! Yes! YES!" …Was that America screaming in such delight? Oh well, England just needed to deliver the papers.
"You will be shouting something else very soon, America." Russia? In America's room? England slowly lowered his arm to listen, his curiosity peaked.
"What?" America asked as if being pulled out of a daze. "Russia, what do you…Hah! Not likely!"
"You will scream my name like in that Star Trek movie of yours." What on earth could those two be doing in there? Were they…? Surely not! In a hotel where any of the other countries could pass by at any moment?! England blanched at the thought. He would certainly never do anything so scandalous. …And since when had Russia seen Wrath of Kahn?
"Dude, not gonna happen! It'll be just like the Cold War, I'll wind up on top!" Wait, had they done this before? During the Cold War!? Really!? Oh god, England did not want to hear this about his former colony, the boy he had raised, and yet he couldn't tear himself away.
"We shall see," Russia said teasingly.
England had a hard time making out what he heard next, it was mostly grunts and cut off cries from America and the occasional mumble or curse in Russian from Russia. England had never imagined that America would be so vocal doing something like this.  Suddenly America started shouting again.
"Oh no don't put that there! No! NO!"
"Relax comrade, it will be over soon."
"No! If I just-AH! Go to the left! Go to the left! Yes, just a little to the left! YES!" England blushed furiously, he really should leave and give America his notes later…if he could still face the younger man.
"Not so fast America, I am not done yet."
"No, god, no!" America screamed. "Christ! Russia you're freaking raping me!"
England couldn't just stand outside and listen to that! He tried the handle and found the room to be unlocked. He flung the door open and it slammed into the wall. "America," he cried out, "are you alright? I heard…" England paused as he took in the sight before him. Both occupants of the room turned to look at him innocently from the chairs they were sitting on, stacks of colored blocks shining on the screens of the computers in each of their laps.  "…What are you doing?" England finally managed to ask.
"Playing Tetris!" America shouted as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it was…if you saw the inside of the room and weren't just eavesdropping outside.
"T-tetris?" England stuttered out.
"Da," Russia replied, "It's a game from my country, but America is very much addicted to it. So we play a few rounds after meetings sometimes."
England just stared mutely at the two.
"America," Russia said, turning his attention to the youngest nation in the room, "Why do you always insist we turn the sound off. I think the music is the best part."
America glared at Russia. "Because the stupid commie music reminds me that I'm playing a stupid commie game!"
England turned to leave, remembered why he was here, dropped the notes into America's lap and left, pausing just outside the door to level a parting shot at America. "Tetris is for girls." And with that England rushed back to his room. Once there England locked and bolted the door behind him before rushing to his laptop and turning it on. England clicked a certain desktop icon and put his headphones on. After all, it wouldn't do for a gentleman's addictions to become common knowledge and just thinking about the theme song had made England anxious for his Tetris fix.