France came running in, "America!"
America looked up from his burger, "Yeah dude?"
"So, I was at the beach with Angleterre..."
"Yeah?"
"We went waist deep into the waves..."
"And?"
"This is the best part! Every time the waves hit Angleterre, he'd scream like a little girl and run back to the shore!"
"Oh my god! That is rich!"
"Oui! He made me promise not to tell anyone!"
America looked out his window, "So, are you two dating?"
"Oui! But he doesn't except it. He calls it a close relationship."
"Aww, that's cute! I mean-uh- good for you, man!"
England burst through the door, "LIES!"
America smirked, "Sure you little love-bird."
"Everything that wanker told you was a lie!"
"It's ok if you too are dating, I'll be nice about it."
"You! You won't be nice you self righteous dick!"
"I'll be nice! You guys are my friends!"
"No."
"Pleeeeease!"
"Fine."
"So, you two are dating?"
"..Yes…"
"I knew it, bro! Nobody would expect it, with the way you talk about him."
France moved in front of England, "He loves my French accent. I whisper French in his ear and he melts. For example, one night in the hotel room-" England turned a bright shade of red.
"Francis! Stop!" He smacked his hand over France's mouth
America turned to Britain, "Thanks, dude, I did NOT want to hear what came next.
England, still blushing, straightened his tie and turned to America. "… So, how's your love life?"
America looked at the floor. "I don't know…"
"Really? I thought you were in a relationship?"
"Well... I have to go!" America bolted out of the room. England and France glanced at each other with concerned looks.