Fanfiction. Hahaha.
It was another World Conference, well, more like a conference for the allied countries; China, America, England, France, Russia and of course Canada who was still being ignored and treated as if he were invisible. "Who are you?" Mr Kumajiro, the white bear who belonged to Canada asked, as he did on a current basis, always forgetting the name of his master. "I'm Canada!" Canada replied with a soft voice, still not loud enough to be heard, "Your master."
Each of the other members of the allies had a small glass in each hand, each with a special alcoholic drink from their country, all except America who had naturally a burger in one hand and a bottle of Coca-Cola in the other. England had decided to not touch his drink, as his mind was occupied with other thoughts. Russia, with his small glass of Vodka, was smiling away, secretly plotting the end of the world.
France held a glass of wine in his hand, but it seemed it went down too easily for him. He'd suddenly made some realisations and some illusions within his mind. Looking at England, he suddenly pictured him as someone else, a female more like. In his eyes, an adorable and sexy female that he immediately lusted for. England on the other hand was now staring into space as America was talking about his time as a hero.
The conference ended and everyone left… everyone but France and England. France moved around the table to the chair England was sat on, "How about it sexy lady, how about… you become mine…" France wobbled around, obviously showing he wasn't sober.
England jumped back, "What are you doing you wanker!" He suddenly jerked his head away and stared at the door, "I have to go." England stood up and started to walk towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going ma cherie?" France skipped speedily to the door and slammed it shut, stopped England in his path. England took a few steps back, he grimaced.
France grinned, "What are you doing?" England asked, tripping up on a loose chair as he took another few steps back.
France twisted his hair around his finger, "You are becoming mine." He said. His blue eyes glistening in the light, France pushed England down onto the desk and moved his face closer to England's to get a kiss. His hand moved up his leg slowly and England tried to escape but couldn't.
"Get off!" he murmured, his voice not getting heard. France was winning.
Suddenly the door slammed open, "HAHA! LISTEN TO ME IN MY TOTAL HERO VOICE! STOP IN THE NAME OF AMERICA!..." America pointed at France who stopped suddenly to look at America; France smiled and moved away from England. He turned and glanced at America fully; England was just managing to get himself together until he saw what France was now doing.
"Wow… you're cute… especially in your… short skirt… and bra…" France dribbled slightly, England's eyes widened and America just smirked. England grabbed a chair from the table and lifted it quickly, slamming it on France's head, knocking him out cold.
America smiled carefully and moved slowly towards England, "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." His eyebrows moved to a regretful position and his mouth turned into a small frown. "I… love you."
"If it helps… I don't think you're a wanker, either." England smiled and moved towards America, both leaned in and their lips touched. America moved even closer, and both couldn't move from the kiss.
A small cough was heard in the corner, "Hello…" Canada said quietly, "I'm still here…"
America and England moved away from each other and settled it with a peaceful smile, "Anyway," England said, "I'm meeting with friends in 5 minutes so I will have to go." England left slowly, and America stood in the doorway.
"I guess it's just me now then…" he smiled; America scanned the room to assure he was alone.
"Hello!" Canada said, trying to speak loudly but he couldn't be heard.
