I am back at last! Yes, it has been a long time, but I am finnaly out of school.
This is my first aph fiction, so please enjoy.
WARNING!: This document contains boy on boy material, with hints of girl and girl material. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ, PEOPLE!
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America leaned back in his chair and sighed. Today's meeting had bored him half to death, but his boss had ordered him to start paying closer attention to what was being said at each meeting, and take organized, clear notes that weren't covered in doodles of him wringing Russia's neck or kicking England out of a window. For America, this was a fairly difficult task for his hyper-active, awsume hero self; but his boss didn't seem to relize that. Alfred ran a slightly tanned hand through his golden hair, frowning. His boss could be such a bore, sometimes; and Alfred just could not take anymore of it. Thank God he would be visiting Ukraine soon, he needed a break, or maybe a burger. He mulled this thought over in his head, which did he want more, a burger or Ukraine? Right as it donned on him how wrong that could possibly sound, a very loud something catapluted itself into his lap. Alfred let out a yelp as his vital regions we forcefully groopped by a very naked France. "AHHHH! France, what the hell?" He yelled jumping to his feet, sending the chair and France to the floor. "Ah, mon cher, I was simply trying to spread l'amour- HURK!" He gurgled as a red faced England grabbed his throat. "YOU FRENCH FROG, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO STRIP AT MEETINGS!" England bellowed, shaking France who tried to make up some exucse about love. Alfred watched for a few moments, before turning and walking towards the door. He had barely touched the knob when both westling nations slammed into him and as America felt his feet slip out from under him, he forlornly threw the notion of ever seeing Ukraine or a burger in the next few hours out the window.