A/N: Hey everyone! Look whos back with another fic! That's right, me! Now before I begin I just want to get something straight. This is bases off a mini comic one of my friends from anime club made and let me turn it into a fic! I own nothing! I just laughed my ass off when I read it! Well here you guys go!
Disclaimer: Did we not just go through this?
I Have This Feeling…
The G8 Summit meeting ended as same as always with nothing getting accomplished and Italy randomly shouting "Pasta!" throughout the entirety of the meeting.
I sighed and gathered my belongings, and was just about to head out of the meeting room when I heard someone calling me from behind.
"Hey Iggy! Can I talk to you for a moment?" The voice and dreaded nick name could only come out of one particularly loud mouth.
"America, What do you want?" I asked, turning around to face my former charge.
"England, I get this- this feeling in my stomach."
"Huh?" What the bloody hell is wrong with this git? Is He pregnant again! Because I'm pretty sure I'm not the father this time!
"Whenever I see you-" America continued, a faint blush painted on his generally handsome face.
Oh my God! Is he finally confessing his love to me! After so many years!
"I feel the same way, Lad!" I said, opening my arms up, waiting for the embrace that was sure to come just like in dreams! Not that I dream about this all the time or any thing…
"-r eyebrows, I feel like I'm gonna puke!
…wait,…What!
"Drop dead, Wanker…" I said, as I stormed out of the room.
"My eyebrows aren't that big…" I said, self consciously stroking one of my eyebrows.
A/N: Awwww, Don't worry Iggy! Your eyebrows aren't that big! There just more 3D than usual! : D Well hope you enjoyed and please R and R!