America is really ooc just saying :3

"Goodbye my love." I said kissing America softly. "I'm off to see France."

"Bye England." He smiled.

I was going to see France, and like usual it wouldn't be a boring meeting. France was my secret lover. Like the Pictonian's map said, we did bicker just for bickering sakes, but we also did love each other, sexually. But that was it. I had never really loved France, I was in love with America. Every time I left, I felt a twinge of guilt for cheating on the man I really loved.

"Bonjour, England. Are you ready for a magnificent time?" France asked when I got to his house.

"Hello, old chap, I am ready. I even brought along some yummy English food in case we get hungry." I said holding up a basket.

"I vill not eat zat crap!" France cried swatting the basket away.

"It's not crap, it's yummy!" I yelled.

"Eet iz crap!"

"It's delicious!"

"Oh please, you vouldn't know good food if it bit you in the derrière!"

"I'll bite you in the derrière, you wanker!"

"I'd be pleased to have you bite me." France said winking at me. I glared at him, but knew I couldn't stay mad. He'd probably make lunch for us later, and even though I loved English food, I loved French food too.

"Now, I have a beautiful surprise for you." France smiled then took my hand and started leading me down a trail near his house. We walked hand in hand down the path until we got to a little trail going a different way. We followed that trail to a quaint little area that the creek ran by. I smiled and took in all of the beauty. I turned to France and he pushed me to the ground. He kissed me with a passion I've only known the French to have. I started to work at taking off his cape and he started to take off my jacket. After a couple of minutes, France and I were both laying shirtless. Him on top of me, and me on the ground. Just as I started working on his pants, America came.