I am very bored. And boredom let my imagination go wild. That's all my reason of writing.
WARNING: DON'T TAKE FRANCE'S WORDS SERIOUSLY! IT IS HIGHLY DANGEROUS AND FICTIONAL! And used of Google Translate. Oh and swearing.
Title: It's France's Fault
Chapter 2: The Brit's Plan
~MON AMI~
When America woke up he was smiling. He was happy and perky and cheery because he thought everything that happened a few hours ago was all just a dream - in his mind he keeps telling himself it was a nightmare. America was full of life and was ready to be like himself again, he was quite feeling good after that sleep - not fainting but sleeping, heroes like him does not faint not at all. So being America he tried, with not thinking straight, heading back to the conference hall. Really, he tried until he notices the heavy weight on top of him.
If he was just honest he would say it was kind of nice waking up every day with another nation on top of you, a British one preferably and specifically a nation with a name that starts with an E and ends with a D. Yes, he would shout it to the whole world. Unfortunately he wasn't and unfortunately England is still poisoned by France's potion, oh, let's not deny it that even though France wanted to help, he really can't help it if he harms England a little like a symptom of a change of personality that would make a fool out of himself and in this case, clingy, like an in love high school girl, and flirty, like waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy flirty.
America let out a shriek, a manly one at that, like a high pitched manly pitch which alerted everyone that he's now awake unfortunately. Everyone sighed the silence will be missed then, so much for their happy hour.
"What the hell, man?! Get off me, limey! I don't want to be invaded! Uwwwwaaaaaaaahhh!" America shrieked at the crawling Brit towards him as he throws pillows at England to shriek again as he sees England dodged it easily and seductively crawled towards him. "Go away!" America shivers like the hero he really is. "Go away! Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
"Oh my, Amerique! I know you are a horny young lad and I know how in love with Angleterre but I would never expect you to take advantage of him on his unknown state."
In his panic he must have pushed England on his bed to keep him from getting all too touchy with him pinning England by the wrist and giving his weight to stop the Brit's annoying wriggling and that is just how all the nation found them. America pinning a struggling England which made it look like he was taking advantage of the green eyed man.
America felt like crying because of his bad luck which of course he really did.
"Uwaahh! I.. I didn't mean to be bad. I.. I was just… what did I do to you God? D-did I manage to upset you? I… Uwahhh! Why did you made me have the unluckiest day today? I haven't done to you or anything! Why didn't you give that rotten bad luck on France? I mean… Uwaaahh! H-he's rotten from the inside out!" America sulked on top of England as fat tears fell down on England who stops wriggling.
"America?" A British lace accent stops America's ranting as dainty fingers caresses his face, England's hand being free from America's tight grip took advantage of this, he smiled sweetly.
"What?" All the nations' ears perked up at the conversation as the American hiccupped his reply. France's chuckles was heard loudly along with the others bubbling laughter as England sweetly told America something that he should be ashamed of.
"You know, if you want to do the deeds you could have just told me. No need of you forcing on me when I'm willing to do it with you."
America never knew that a face can be redder than red really until England uttered that and he made him blushed that redder than red blush.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Thud. And America once again fainted.
~MON AMI~
"You know, America-san have been fainting lately." Japan quietly said to the people who cared about America's well-being. And the others who cared nodded worriedly while some restrained England from going to America's room again to prevent any fainting as soon as America woke up again. England snickered at their distress and the nations glared at him while he whistles innocently.
"My dearest America needs me, you dolt. Why can't you see that? He needs me to give him the kiss of life! America~~" England purred like a maniac who had quite scared a few nations with his seductive purring. France purred with him which in turn made Italy purred too who convinced Germany to purr with him which leave no choice for Japan to purr along with them which made China purr too which made Russia imitate his purring (Key word: Growling) which he orders the Baltics to purr with them which made Belarus to purr too with Ukraine and Hong Kong purred too just for the heck of it.
Canada almost cried when he saw them started licking their 'paws'. "I wonder why I'm related to England and France. Think of good thoughts, Canada, yes good thoughts. Think of Russia dancing in tutu..." Canada's face paled at the thought "Ah, never mind, never mind. Think of good thoughts, yes good thoughts. Think of Germany wearing a… a… a bikini…" Canada almost fainted at the thought "Think of good thoughts, Canada, not traumatizing one! Like England strutting in nothing but toga dress…. Yeah, like that" Canada smiled happily until France enters his imagination with Prussia and Spain wearing spandex. "GOOD THOUGHTSDAMNIT! DARN IT, EH!"
Poor Canada left to fend for himself to push those annoying trio out of his darn mind, he needs a therapist like right now. "Darn it! My bills are getting high because of my therapy, eh! Darn those trio, eh! Maple!" And we all know how he added in his head while he strutted like a drama queen out a "Fuck it. Fuck you, bitches, I'm out of here, eh."
"Fuck it, people! Stop your fucking purring!" Romano cussed as Spain added the list of the purring nation "Stop it you fucking tomato bastard or else!"
"But, Romano!" Spain whined as he purred in circle of Romano. Romano twitched and fuck it, he purred as well. Yes, folks, they all purr like mad.
"Ummmm, Am I disturbing something?" Finland asked as the other Nordics stares at them, Iceland twitched and we all know why he twitched. If you don't then here's the secret, he wants to purr too, yes, it's just that contagious.
All nations stops and stares at the newly arrived nations and stares at each other and England happily smiles and purrs again causing the others to purr too and they fucking enjoys it. Don't ask why even Germany enjoys too.
"Oh. If you're wondering, America is now awake." England stop, stare and smile then he bolts out of the room with a new spring in his every step. That's when Germany stops, froze and faints from embarrassment and everybody realizes that this was awkward. It was then that this is not to be spoken of. If only they knows how Korea is already having a merry time of finding that this particular event is a hit to everyone in Youtube already getting a million views and still counting, what a nice video.
While everybody runs after the love struck Brit, Iceland looks around, sits down on the floor and purrs.
"This is fun~~" Iceland purred and meowed like the cute cat Norway imagined him to be. Norway coughed.
"Am I interrupting something?" Iceland freezes, stares, and stops. "Oh." The other Nordics looks around and sits down on the floor and purrs.
"Yes, this is fun~~"
~MON AMI~
England smiles sweetly as America, trapped in the corner, shivers in fear with nations attempting to open the room as he shouted for help. He was definitely not crying nor squealing like a little girl or is he shivering in fear because of England. No, of course not. Heroes don't shiver in fear because of someone who is obviously possessed and crazy that you're in lo- allied with, right?
"America~~~" England giggled nearing him in such a manner that would make the even the most lewd person blushed. America shrieked.
On second thought, there could be an exception for heroes like him because he's just awesome like that.
"HEEEEEELLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEE!" England pouted at America's rejection of him. Really, the lad should just bloody cooperate with him or else, the bloody twat.
"Oh, now, now, America, don't be like that! I love you, America and you should understand that. It's really easy here let me say it again. I. Love. You. Isn't that easy for even a dolt like you to understand?" Wait, did England, love struck and crazy England, just called him a dolt? He don't know what that means but certainly coming from England couldn't be really good or flattering. Really, confessing your love to the one you love shouldn't be insulting. Scratch that, he shouldn't even insult him nor should he confess to him.
"Iggy! You don't understand! I don't feel the same way like ya do, ya know what I mean?" England twitched and frowned at America's idiotic reply. He sighs then walks to the door and open it causing the other nation to tumble in surprise and proceeded to walk away shaking his head at America's rejection.
"Alreet(*) then." America should jump in joy and smile and party all night long to easily shake the Brit off his back instead of having that quirk in his heart of disappointment of losing the stubborn man and feeling sad and angry of how easy to make England lose hope. Really, he should be happy and making the whole world know that England has lost interest in him and not running after the Brit who keeps walking even as he shouted after him.
"Wait! Iggy!" England stops but never turns around to face the panting American. Boy, England sure knows how to speed walk.
"Yes, lad? What is it?" England's voice is neutral and emotionless, void of any hint of feelings that should be there. America frowns.
"That's it? You're not going to fight for me until you get me, Iggy?" America asked as he neared the man. England didn't missa beat of answering his question.
"My feelings are all to cock(*) if you were just going to reject me again and again. Look America I love you but I know when to give up if you said that you don't feel the same way." America frowns.
"It doesn't mean that I won't love you. I can love you, Iggy. It's just that it's all sudden and… you know… it's awkward for me…" England shook his head in disappointment again.
"Ballocks! You can't America! You can't love me! I… I'm tired of your constant rejection…" England faces America with a trembling smile and America almost hugged him for the sake of it.
"I can! I can prove it to you!" England looks down.
"How?" America smiles at the Brit's question and really hugged England this time.
"We'll go on date today and I'll prove you that I'm worth your time chasing after, Iggy."
"Alrighty then if that's what you wanted~~" England shook with laughter as he looks up at America with the brightest and sweetest of smile he ever had. Even though he should be angry, his heart skips a beat at England's smile. America froze in shock when his brain catches up. Oh, England sure do knows how to manipulate an idiot. He really plays it well.
"You know America if you just said earlier that you're arse over tip(*) about me then you could have avoided making an arse out of yourself." England is really nice when he's in love, he does not insult his object of affection whenever he wanted. Really, he does not at all. "See you in afto(*) then America. I'm quite busy this moment because of the meeting but I'll be free this afternoon when we are over. Good day then America. Don't miss me too much." And England then strutted out like a movie star with swag.
America the proceeded to turn to dust as his brain chanted to him that he had been tricked over and over again. A bird then proceeded to tweet to the world of how England can manipulate anyone he wanted and how America is an idiot.
"Ahoo~~ Ahoo~~" There goes the bird. Ah, l'amour.
~MON AMI~
So there goes the ending for now. I'm quite busy too so cheerio. :D review mon ami! Reviews keeps me alive~~~ tehee.
Afto-afternoon
Arse over tip-head over heels
Alreet- British slang of Alright.
Now, here's the question: Should they have their date in an amusement park or the beach?
Oh, if you like, you can suggest an event that would happen in their date too. Cheerio, my good man. :D Fail British Slang!