Hello! I'm gonna tell it as it is, FrUS isn't my OTP. But, if SpaMano wasn't around, God forbid, it would be, so I decided to do the 30 Day Challenge FrUS style to draw attention to it. Come, look at my babies. They are my ship whores but still fucking precious.

01 - Holding hands

America rested his chin on the table, grumbling. This World Meeting had to be the worst yet. Sure he said that about all of them, but still! The AC was too high, the problems were too hard to work a superhero into, and Canada, his meeting buddy, was sitting with the Italy brothers today. The seat next to Italy was open, because America was invited to sit with them, but he refused.

Why? Because of /him/.

France always sat next to Veneziano. As much as America liked the Italian, he could not sit next to the blond nation.

He wish he could write it off as some old disagreement but the truth was, he was scared he'd say something stupid. Or have a boner. France was so handsome it was unfair. How could America not have a crush on that perfect man! He had perfect hair, beautiful eyes and a wonderful voice.

"America, it's your turn to talk about LGBT rights."

"Right!" He walked to the front of the room and began his presentation. "So as you may know, my country has a lot of different opinions about this topic..." He rambled on until break.

"Al!" Canada grabbed America's arm as he went to the lunch room.

"Hey Mattie! Sup?" He grinned at his brother, dragging him along to the buffet table.

"Can you sit with us for the rest of the meeting, please? Italy wanted to talk to you during a lot of it, and we are meeting buddies."

"Ok, fine." The dirty blond caved in after a few pleading looks.

"Thanks Alfred! Now come on, they're serving pancakes today!"

After a loud time, the four nations sat down in their seats. America was a bundle of nerves, continually glancing at the Frenchman next to him.

"Are you ok, mon cher?" Freezing up, the American adopted a grin and turned to the older nation.

"Of course bro, I'm always great!" The young country reassured him, then turned back to the front, fiddling with his thumbs under the table.

He jumped when a warm hand grabbed his own, stopping the motion. America turned to France again.

"Excuse my Fre- language, but why the hell are you rubbing my hand?"

"To calm you down, Amerique. Just relax, I can't see why you're so stressed!" The dirty blond turned away, blushing a bit, but still melting under the elder's touch.

'I could get used to this.'