"Italy, I want to ask if…if maybe you'd like to go to the zoo with me." Germany stood rigidly his fingers drumming nervously on his hips.
"Ve~ the zoo? Sounds great, Germany!" Italy beamed as Germany failed to conceal a relieved sigh.
"You think so?"
"Absolutely! Let me call Romano too- I really gotta get him out of the house at times, he's all cooped up, it isn't healthy for him." Italy chirped and rushed to the next room. Germany sat down in an armchair and buried his face in his hands tiredly, listening to the rapid Italian streaming from the other room. Feliciano had misunderstood him completely.
"Hey, tomato bastard!"
"What is it, Lovi?" Spain smiled peeling himself off the sofa to look at Romano who had just got off the phone with his brother.
"I'm going to the zoo with my brother and macho-potato tomorrow, got it?" Romano approached the sofa only to be pulled down by Spain.
"I want to go too, Lovi! Por favor!" he wailed strangling the Italian.
"I was only going to be rid of you, goddamnit!" Romano snapped trying to wrestle Spain off.
"But it's obviously a couples event, si? You don't want to be the third-wheel, Lovi."
The Italian instantly froze in Spains arms.
"C-couples? Damn Feliciano! But why the hell would I go with you, bastard?" he squirmed weakly.
"Because I asked you too!" the Spaniard exclaimed and tightly cuddled him.
"Fine." He heard Romano mumble and broke out into a bout of chuckles.
"Si, Lovi said fine! Without adding bastard or anything! You know how significant that is?" Spain babbled excitedly setting down his empty beer mug.
"I still don't see why you chase after the boy, Espagne, he is just a little brat." France remarked flipping his hair back.
"Don't say that, Francis, I like Lovi!"
"Jaja, but you do know you're crashing Wests date, right?" Prussia put in.
"Huuh?"
"Oh my, honhonhon."
"He has been planning it for a while. He's going to throw such a hissy fit tonight." Gilbert shrugged pouring himself another beer.
"But Feliciano invited Romano- dios mio- I didn't know!" Spain gulped, "I got to cancel me and Lovi going!"
"Non, Espagne, you can't do that, if you cancel you will have to explain it all to your brat and he is already against Allemagne and from the looks of it Allemagne needs serious help so setting Romano against him is quite unwise." France stated casually patting the distraught Spaniard on the back.
"If it's already a party then how 'bout we come along and make it awesome, eh Francis?" Prussia asked, "I mean the zoo was a lame idea so y'know it's not like we're screwing up a date that would be good in the first place."
"Oh oui! And the more people come the more intimate it will be, honhon." The Frenchman smirked and emptied his beer mug.
"Angleterre! Where are you, my love?" France waltzed into England's house around tea time.
"Weren't you going out to a bar with Gilbert and Antonio tonight, frog?" Arthur cut off helping himself to another scone.
"Oui, I was there… keeping tabs on my personal life, m?" Francis purred and offered England a box of some French cakes.
"Like hell!" the Englishman snapped, " you invited me but I refused, remember?"
He hungrily eyed the treats offered but instead lifted his head high and wolfed down another scone.
"Maaybe… well, no matter," Francis sat himself on the opposite Arthur, " I left early parce-que I had to ask you something."
"Alright- go right ahead, frog."
"Would you like to go to the zoo with me tomorrow?"
"Huh? Really? That's the best date idea you have? You're losing your touch, Francis." Arthur smirked triumphantly.
"Well, you just assumed it was a date, little Angleterre, I said nothing about a date, and it's actually Allemange's idea." Francis chuckled as Arthur glared at him in horror.
"I-it's just that knowing you, you're a fucking pervert and I assumed-" England stuttered his face burning, then he processed the information said to him thoroughly, "Say what? What business does Ludwig have at the…zoo?"
"It doesn't matter, see you tomorrow." Francis stood up and lovingly shoved a profiterole into Arthur's mouth and swiped the smeared cream off his lips with his thumb.
"WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK, FRANCIS?!"
"Matthew? I'm sorry is it too late?" Arthur spoke quietly into his mobile, it took him a while to pull himself together after the frogs visit but now once he had thought about it he figured that inviting someone else would keep the pervert at bay- he didn't see how Germany tied into all of it so he had to make sure there was someone there for him and Canada was easily the nicest country he knew (which could also turn invisible if he changed his mind).
"Oh no-no it's alright! It's nice you called!" Canada's sleepy croaky voice was giving him away though.
'Shit," England thought, " I haven't spoken to him in months!"
"I wanted to invite you to go to the zoo with me and France, you know, like the old times."
"Oh great! I'll be there, solid." Matthew couldn't keep the excitement out of his words then in the background a grand crash sounded then Arthur could make out the words.
"Whaa-? Wassup, where are we going?"
The Brit swore to himself again, now the company was getting too big.
"A-Arthur, is it alright if Alfred comes along."
"Yo, England!"
"I suppose so. Alright, I'll see you tomorrow." And Arthur hung up.
'Let's see, the bloody frog and that idiot America. Terrific.' He thought and went to get himself another cup of tea.
"If we're having an old times kind of reunion I'm inviting Lithuania! That guy was so chill." America stated pulling on his pyjama pants.
"Well I guess that will sit alright with Arthur- I mean he let YOU come along." The Canadian chided.
"Heeey- he loves me, duh. I'm gonna go text Lithuania."
Hey man.
Been a while. We gonna hang out at the zoo 2moro w/ Canada and ppl so you gotta come, bring whoever u like btw
"Lieeet- you got a message from Alfred-whatshisface," Poland looked up from Lithuania's phone screen where he was playing Tetris.
"Pass me the phone Pol." Lithuania said from behind his newspaper. Poland strutted over and placed himself onto the other man's lap throwing the newspaper aside.
"There. Like let's read!" Feliks leaned back and opened the message holding the mobile in front of himself and Lithuania.
"Do you mind, Pol? It's kind of my message. You know- meant for me?" Toris reached for his phone, Poland's lips formed into a massive pout.
"Is it like the rule where I can't read Russia's messages because he's your ex? Is America like your ex too?"
"First of all there's NO SUCH RULE, Feliks, YOU made it up so you had something to whine about. And it's just the fact that the message was addressed to me."
"Huuh, so there's like no good reason why I shouldn't read it?"
"You know what just read it,Pol." Lithuania sighed wrapping his arms around the blondes waist.
"America is like inviting you to the zoo…that's pretty weird, just saying, and that's like about it."
"Lemme see," Toris scanned the message himself, all the while Felicks was looking at hm expectantly, "America said to invite someone, will you go with me Pol?"
"Sure thing, Liet." A wide grin stretched across his lips and he nuzzled into the crook of the brunettes neck.
AN: mm there- that be the cast- I think the pairings are pretty obvious at this point but dunno I might play it up a bit :P enjoyy