"And with that, this world conference is concluded!" Germany's deep voice boomed about the meeting hall. America stretched in his chair, breathing a sigh of relief. Ever since Germany had started heading the meetings instead of him, he'd been losing almost all interest in them. Though when he saw that a small group of nations had remained, it piqued his interest. He knew the look of the circle as a gossip group. And he, being America, needed to be in on all the latest gossip. He scooted his wheeled chair over, earning him a look from France.
"Hey, guys! What're you discussing so seriously over here?" he asked, smiling slightly. France grinned back, and America could tell that the info was juicy.
"Ah! Amérique!" he replied, his smile not faltering, "Just the person I wanted to see!" America shot him a confused look, but he continued. "I'm sure you'll find this..interesting." America listened closely. "You see Angleterre over there?" he motioned over to England, who was gathering up his notes from the meeting in a nice stack. America was getting impatient with the French man.
"Yes, yes! I see England over there! What about him?" he asked, earning him a laugh from France.
"Calm down! I was getting to it!" he laughed, "Well, rumor has it that our dear Angleterre has himself a tatouage somewhere!" Alfred stared at him blankly.
"England has a tatooag-wha? What is that exactly? Some sort of animal?" America asked, causing France to double over in laughter.
"Um, what France means is that England supposedly has some sort of tattoo," Canada explained, "though I don't believe it.." And America was tempted to agree with his brother. He glanced over at him, still fixing his notes, and he just didn't seem like the type of guy who would get one.
"Pfft. France, that's a load of bull," America replied, scoffing at the older nation, "There's no way that he would have one! Not a stuffy old Brit like him!"
"But Amérique," France pointed out, "You can't forget about his punk rock era, or his old pirate days either." America took this into consideration, and realized that the idea might not seem so far-fetched after all. He watched England glance over at their small group before taking his leave of the meeting room. Their eyes caught for a moment and America could feel some weird emotion behind his eyes, but he shook it off as a hallucination. He turned back to their small group.
"Hey, uh, thanks for the info, but I should probably be headed home now," he pronounced rather suddenly. He had all sorts of thoughts racing about his head, all having to do with England and his possible tattoo. He got a look from France that there were more rumors to discuss, but he snatched his briefcase up off the meeting table and dashed from the meeting hall himself, almost running into England as he ran, earning him a "Watch where you're going you git!!".
France chuckled to himself as Japan cast a glance at him.
"France-san, don't you think you should have told him the other rumor first?" he questioned the other nation, "Such as the one regarding England-san's supposed feelings for-" France cut him off before he could finish, smiling again.
"Yes, I could have told him," he replied, glancing at the door where the other two had left, "But I have a feeling that our friend Amérique will find out for himself.."