'Bruder, are you sure this is a good idea?' Germany stood in Prussia's bedroom, arms crossed.
'And why would it be a bad idea then west?' Prussia raised an eyebrow.
'I just don't think you're suited to Max.'
'It's Matt, Bruder.'
'Same thing.' Germany waved his hand dismissively. 'I just don't want you getting hurt.'
'West, chill out! The awesome me won't get my heart broken or anything!'
'I wasn't talking about your heart! You realise that if you do anything stupid then America will rip you limb from limb!'
'Pfft, I'm not going to do anything stupid west!' Germany raised an eyebrow.
'What's that look for?' Prussia yelled.
'I don't believe you Bruder.'
'Oh get stuffed west! Give me a chance!'
'Ve~ what's wrong Doitsu?' Italy asked, appearing from nowhere and tugging on Germany's sleeve.
'West's trying to stop me from my awesome date with Mattie!' Prussia yelled.
'Ve? Why? I thought Doitsu loved Gilbert, so shouldn't Doitsu want Gilbert to be happy?' Italy questioned, looking up at Germany innocently. Germany took one look at the Italian and melted.
'I suppose so Feli... Sure, Bruder do whatever, just don't screw up. I've got enough on my plate right now without you accidentally starting world war 3 because England, France and America are pissed off at you.'
'Well, thank you West and Feli for that wonderful interruption, now the awesome me needs to get ready soooo... leave.' Prussia began to shoo Germany and Italy from his room. Germany got shoved out first and Prussia used this opportunity to talk to Italy.
'Thanks Feli, West can be such a stick in the mud.'
'Ve~ I don't mind. Besides, it'll be nice for you to find someone. Maybe we can meet him soon!'
'Woah, woah, Feli, It's only our first date! Don't get so far ahead of yourself.'
'Ve~ First dates can lead to many things you know.' Italy winked and skipped out the room.
'Fuck, when did he get intelligent?' Prussia muttered to Gilbird, who 'piyoed' in response.
At Canada's house the young nation was suffering from a similar grilling.
'But Mattie! He's German; we've fought loads of wars against them!' America whined, hands on his hips. They were both stood in Canada's bedroom, as America had decided to interrupt Canada getting dressed.
'Well, maybe it's time that we started getting along then.' Canada replied, pulling on his favourite hoody.
'That's not the point! He's a bad influence!'
'Al, we were both raised by Arthur and Francis, you can't exactly plead innocence.'
'He'll take you out drinking at dodgy pubs and rape you in a ditch!' America cried, becoming hysterical. Canada stared at him, slack jawed.
'Al, you hardly know him!'
'YOU DON'T KNOW HIM ANY BETTER!' America screamed.
'YOU'RE JUST GETTING ANNOYING NOW AL!' Canada yelled back, although it was only really as loud as America's normal voice.
'ALFRED F JONES AND MATTHEW WILLIAMS IF YOU TWO DO NOT STOP ARGUING SOON I AM GOING TO TIE YOU BOTH TO TREES-' England was heard yelling up the stairs, but was cut off by America.
'YEAH, I'M REALLY SCARED OF THAT.' He yelled back, with heavy sarcasm.
'BUTT NAKED AND BLINDFOLDED, THEN I'LL GIVE RUSSIA DIRECTIONS TO YOUR EXCACT LOCATIONS.' America was about to say something back, but when he remembered that England was an ex-Pirate he decided against it, not wanting to have to 'become one with mother Russia'.
'Sorry England.' America and Canada mumbled.
'GOOD. NOW BOTH OF YOU GET A MOVE ON OR WE'LL ALL BE LATE.'
'Good one Mattie, now England's pissed off with us.' America accused.
'Me? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DECIDED TO BARGE IN ON ME AND START LECTURING ME!'
'YEAH, WELL, YOU'RE THE ONE GOING ON A DATE WITH SOME CREEPY GUY!'
'TREES, ROPES, MAP, RUSSIA.' England reminded them. Groaning, the two brothers shut up and finished getting ready.
'So what are you watching with Gil then Matthew?' England asked. The three of them were all in Americas car, America was driving and England and Canada were both in the back.
'Erm, I-I'm not s-sure...' Canada mumbled.
'Bit nervous there Mattie? I would be too if I was going on a date with a lunatic.' America commented.
'Alfred. Shut up. Now. Gil's a friend of mine and your bullshits getting annoying.' England snapped.
'See Mattie, he's one of Iggy's dodgy mates!'
'What on earth do you mean 'Iggy's dodgy mates'?' England questioned.
'You do out drinking with him and he hangs out with Francis and Antonio.'
'And what, pray tell, is the problem with that?'
'Francis rapes tables and Antonio watches.' America said matter-of-factly.
'What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Smoking?' England asked, confused.
'I'm telling the truth! Francis was doing a table while Antonio seemed to be enjoying watching.'
'When the fuck was this?' England asked.
'Bout a week ago, during a break from a meeting.' England blushed red, Canada's mouth opened slightly in shock. America noticed their faces in the rear-view mirror and pieced things together.
'OH MY HOLY APPLE PIE! IGGY WHY WERE YOU DRESSED AS A TABLE?' America yelled slamming on the brakes.
'I was on the table dipshit.' England muttered.
'Wait, why was Antonio there?' America questioned.
'Francis's idea...' England blushed.
'Maples.' Canada muttered, his mind burning from the mental images.
'Seriously Francis, it was the weirdest thing! West and the Italy brothers notes all got screwed up and Feli found a used condom on his chair! Of course the awesome me got blamed again.' Prussia rambled.
'Oui, that is tres peculiar...' France smirked slightly.
'Anyway, you meeting Artie again today?'
'Oui, Angleterre's has to keep an eye on Amérique though...'
'Yeah, Mattie's brother is being so unawesome about this.'
'Don't worry Prusse; we'll tie Amérique to a tree or something.' France grinned.
Yeah, Chapter two already.
I was bored today, mainly as I couldn't go school.
*has sprained ankle*
The whole 'France rapes tables' was actually yelled at me by my America.
Yeah, I bit her... XD
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