"Ah, I never thought I'd see land again!" Alfred shouted happily as he ran off of the ship, landing face-first in the sand.
Arthur facepalmed. "We were only in that ship for two hours, you git."
"Well, yeah, but it seemed like forever!" Alfred pulled out a hamburger from his pocket and started munching on it. Arthur looked away in disgust. Not a moment later did he feel something grab his butt. Irritated, he turned around to see Francis smiling at him.
"What the bloody hell do you want, frog?" he growled.
"Lovely island, isn't it, mon cher?" he smiled. Arthur tried not to blush at that smile. Wait, why was he even blushing.. was he.. oh no.
"Er, excuse me for a bit.." Arthur turned and sprinted into the palm trees. Francis stared after him questioningly. A minute later he heard a yell.
"Eh? You guys, Arthur's in trouble!" Francis exclaimed, running into the trees. The rest of the Allied Forces followed after him, disturbed by the sudden outburst. They found Arthur on the floor, holding his head between his hands and rocking back and forth.
"Arthur!" Alfred yelled, "What's wrong?"
Arthur looked up to see all of the Allied Forces staring down at him with concerned expression, except for Ivan, who was smiling. He stood up. "er, I'm fine! No need to worry about me!"
Alfred stared at him in disbelief. "You sure…?"
"Of course I'm sure! So, where are we staying?"
"Oh! Right here, come on!" Alfred laughed and ran off. Ivan and Yao tried to catch up with him. Arthur sighed and trudged after them.
"You know, we never finished our conversation." Francis remarked thoughtfully.
"Huh? Oh, right." Arthur didn't look at him.
"You know, it's rude not to look at someone when they're talking to you, Angelterre." Arthur cursed under his breath. Why was Francis's voice so damn SEXY? He turned around to look at Francis.
"Yeah, the island is nice. Can we get a move on now, ya bloody frog..?"he stated irritably. Francis smiled at him. Arthur glared back and stomped off, trying to figure out which way Alfred, Ivan, and Yao walked off in.
"AGH, DAMMIT! WE LOST THEM!" he yelled in frustration.
"Relax, cher, I know the way back." Francis walked over to him and held out a hand. "Shall we?"
Arthur looked at him bluntly. "That's why you held me back, huh.." he took Francis's hand anyway. "It's not like I want to do this, but I have no choice. So don't get any ideas." Francis sighed happily and started to walk. Arthur blushed and kept his head down.