Okay, so I'm finally getting around to uploading this! Sorry for the long haitus, my readers. Life's been rather... difficult, as of lately, and there just hasn't been and motivation (execpt for those of you who still reviewed, read, and/or faved during my abcense. I really love you guys and that, no matter how small. Espically the reviews- that actually shows that you're reading my fic.
Well, so long for now! Expect more updates soon! (I promise this time...)
"Aww, c'mon [Name]! Are you still mad about what happened in P.E.?"
You turned your glare back to America, resisting the urge to slap him there in front of the Biology class. "Yes, America, I am still very pissed at what you did, you insufferable idiot!" You were whispering because you didn't want to get caught by the teacher and get a detention (mostly because America had already gotten a detention from said teacher for coming in late and, let's face it, you really didn't want to spend an hour with the moron after school)
America pouted and leaned back in his seat, looking off toward the side, getting the attention of a certain group of friends that made you want to do nothing more than shoot yourself.
"Oh, ho ho! So the lovers strife continues still, I see~!" France laughed quietly as you turned your glare to him.
Prussia nudged Americas shoulder. "I'm surprised you and [Name] didn't just skip class and get right down to it." He laughed loudly when America blushed. "What? You know that's what everyone thought! You practically stripped the girl in front of the whole class, after all. What an awesome move!"
You laid your head down on your desk and covered it with your hands. The embarrassment wouldn't end, would it?
"France, Prussia," Spain scolded, but from his tone, you knew he was smirking. "Please be polite to Miss [Name]. It's obvious she's embarrassed enough." You felt him pat your head.
Looking up at the tan man, you smiled slightly, the burning blush from the others words still on your cheeks. "Thanks, Spain..."
"No problem, Chica." He looked over at the other three boys and smiled. "Besides, it's not Miss [Name]'s fault that she has no boobs~!"
"HEY!" You and America shouted together while France, Spain, and Prussia cracked up.
Your eye twitched in annoyance. You wanted to kill them. VERY badly. Maybe getting a detention would be worth it if you could see them six-feet under...
"[Name] does too have boobs! See?" And suddenly, you found America groping at your chest, squeezing gently.
Squealing loudly, you lurched yourself out of your seat and, with one hand covering your chest, slapped the shit out of America.
"[NAME]! Just what do you five think you are doing?" All five of you froze and turned slowly toward your teacher. There had never been a scarier sight.
She pointed toward France, Spain, and Prussia. "Detention! No being loud in my classroom!" She then pointed toward you and America. "Same for you two! And no PDA! You can wait till you get home to do anything!" Everyone in the class broke out into snickers.
You felt all the blood drain from your face. Detention... Detention with these four morons...
How the Hell were you suppose to survive...?
