Over the past few weeks, America has noticed that England has been acting rather, strange. He's become very antisocial, he never answers his phone, and he just doesn't communicate with anyone anymore. Trying his best not to pry, America decided to wait a little bit for his depression state to blow over. Though him and Arthur got into wars in the past, he still cared for him. I mean, he did take care of America for some odd years, right? So, there was still that *one* spot in his heart for Iggy.
'I just wonder what could bother him… I mean, he's always been a happy-go-lucky nation. So, what could possibly bother him..?' America questioned this to himself multiple times. He usually tried his best to seem like he didn't care for the poor Brit. Which was pretty difficult, considering that he's been feeling strange emotions lately. He couldn't quite describe them…. Was it… Fear? Anger? Sadness? Happiness? It's pretty hard for a nation to describe their feelings, since they aren't fully human. And considering the fact that they were monotone most of the time.
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A new world meeting, everyone being there. Almost everything was normal, with the exception of Britain, who literally took his chair in the corner. America glanced over at the Brit, who was looking down at the floor with his arms folded. France decided to be himself and walk over there and talk to him. "Bonjour, Angleterre~ 'ow are you? Still down in zhe dumps, oui?" He cheerfully asked and smiled down at him. "Go away, Frog. I want to be left alone," England mumbled and shuffled in his seat. "Aw, don't be like zhat!" France slightly shook his head and had a small frown on his face.
"What is wrong? I could help. And, zhat is what you want, non?" He nudged the Brit's arm and looked at him with those ocean blue eyes of his with a kicked puppy look. "Agh, bloody hell! If I tell you, will you leave me alone?!" England hissed and glared at the Frenchman. "... Oui, if zhat is what you want…" He sighed and followed him out the door. America, being the sneaky little guy he is, decided to follow. He waited until the door was almost closed and slipped out. Lucky for him, there was a little wall next to the door, so he could hide there and not be heard or seen. He peered around the corner to see if they were there. And sure enough, they were.
"So? What is the matter?" France eagerly asked. "Shut up and let me talk!" England snapped and sighed. "O-okay… S-so I kind of….Am attracted to this person…. B-but I'm afraid that they hate me, so…." He nervously explained as his face gained a pink color. "Ohh~! Iggy has a crush~!" France teased and acted like he was fangirling. "Zhat is adorable, oui?! Who do you like?" He squeaked like a teenage girl. "Sh-shut the bloody hell up! What if someone hears us…?!" He begged the eager Frenchman to calm down as his face got redder. "Sorry! It's just- S-so cute!" He kept rambling on. A few minutes later, France had calmed down. "So…? Who do you like..?" He asked. The Brit's face, oh God it was priceless.
"A-America…"