"No no. America scorned England, so he's got no choice! Plus, Russia's scarier! He'll win for sure."
A shape plopped down next to them, her ankles crossed and her expression calm and serious. "Well, at this point in the development, I'm waiting for someone to make their move. If we get really lucky, a third party might step in while Russia and America battle it out (possibly ending in a treat for me) and someone else will sweep England off his feet and away!"
S. Korea and China just stared at the European nation. "Hungary, you sure seem to have put a lot of thought into this." They exchanged looks as she laughed loudly.
"Not at all gentleman, I just happen to know these things! I mean, once you think about it, it does seem like the most obvious course, doesn't it?"
Poland slammed his hands down on the table, causing the other three to jump.
"What do you say we do this the old fashioned way!" he grinned a lazy grin that can only be described as Polish. The other occupants looked at each other. "What did you have in mind"
Feliks told them.
oOo America fumed. England hadn't taken off the scarf yet. Was it that cold? He had tried giving his coat to England a few times but the UK had just had just looked at him like he was an idiot and asked him what everyone was going on about.
"Damn." he muttered under his breath.
Someone sat down next to him. "Keep moving if you don't want a broken nose and a splitting head ache."
"Relax mate! I'm going to have a headache anyway! It's the beer see." He sloshed his mug in America's general direction. "And you couldn't break my nose if you tried!"
America turned to see Australia sitting next to him, grinning like an idiot.
"Australia!" America was delighted to see the nation. Finally! Someone he could sucker into helping him! (He couldn't steal Mattie away, Prussia being over protective and all.) Australia put a finger up to silence him. "Just let me say, I know what your thinking, and I totally agree! While I may not care for big brother that much, I will under no circumstances, allow him to be hurt. So, what did you have in mind exactly?"
They had quite a bet pool going. Everyone was into it now. Even Austria had put a bet down, much to Hungary's surprise. Nations where betting everything from money (not much surprisingly), to animals (including a few of New Zealand's sheep. Lord knows he had enough of them), to territory!
"Do I have to sit back here? I mean, can't bets get up and stretch their legs every once in a while? It only seems fair!"
"Shut up Sealand."
oOo England had finally made it to his corner. He was almost finished with his second pint and was wondering what the bloody hell was going on with everyone. It was obvious that Hungary was running something on the other side of the room, but he didn't care bartender had stopped trying to control anything a long time ago and the door had just been propped open after being forced open by nations beating each other up. There was a definite breeze going through the room and Arthur shivered, once again burrowing into the scarf. He was thinking about America's odd behavior that evening. Instead of ignoring the brit like he usually did, America had been strangely quiet and had kept shoving his coat at England when ever they crossed paths. Arthur would get no response when he tried to inquire about what was going on. Someone had even gone as far as to call him dense! The nerve. He wasn't dense! These people just made no sense! (Ah shit, did he just rhyme?)
Let's see, the meeting had been normal, he had stood around, ignored as usual afterwords, and then... Russia had given him his scarf. Then the entire world went ballistic! What was up with that? Well, it WAS Russia's scarf. And, he had seemed, bashful almost? He had said that 'It's really warm and soft and nice!' before whispering, England was SURE he wasn't meant to hear this part but, he could have sworn that Russia had said, 'Like you."
What had eluded him scant two minutes ago was now painfully clear.
He began banging his head against the table.
Two arms grabbed England from behind and pulled him away from the table mid-bang.
"Wot the bloody hell?" he whipped his head around and caught a glimpse of a band-aid and two very prominent hairs sticking off of a head. "Australia! Let me go!" He scowled his best England scowl and glared at Australia. He quickly turned his gaze away from the Aussie as America sat down in front of him. "Are you going to stop now?" he asked in a calm, collected voice. England blinked smartly.
"Stop what?"
America sighed and began grinding his palms against his eyes. "Banging your head on the table, wearing that scarf, lying to me, running from everyone, playing dumb. Shit, everything!"
He threw his hands up as he declared the later part.
England's brows knitted together. He was getting dangerous. Australia could tell from the way his eyes gleamed and the slight smile that played over his lips. England's head craned forward and cocked to look at America. It was beginning to make America uncomfortable quite honestly. He began to unconsciously lean back, further away.
"I see." it was a whisper really, but America could make out every word of what came next. "And, tell me, dear America. Who am I lying to, and what about? And playing dumb? About what! If you mean what I think you mean, then it would explain the head banging. Now, I have just had a VERY painful epiphany, and would like it if you got this thing off of me and left me the BLOODY HELL ALONE!"
He was an odd sight, red in the face, sucking in harsh breaths through gritted teeth as he sat there with Australia's arms wrapped around him, effectively pinning him. America was taken aback. "I just- just thought." He averted his gaze to the ground and shuffled his feet.
"I just thought that maybe you would like my jacket better? I-it's warmer you know." He glanced up to see England staring at him with a look of utter shock on his face.
England never got the chance to reply as America's chair was swiftly pulled out from the table and turned around. "I would like a word with you Alfred, da?"
