A/N: Grrr... My hands should really stop right now or mom will catch me writing 'nonsense'... for her though..but... I gotta write UsUk... Oh well.. I'll tell her it's my assignment in literature ;D. Here we go~

"Hmph!.." The Briton complained at the vending machine. That America! Insulting my eyebrows like that! Followed by that stupid frog, France!... I did try plucking my brows a LOT of imes but... They just keep growing back! ugh..

"N-not that I'm concerned of what people think of my appearance or anything.." He whispered.

He sipped his tea smoothly.

"Hey, Anglettere~"

(Tea shower, oh yeah~)
 The Englishman coughed. "Don't surprise me like that, frog! Look what you just did! Ugh.. My tea.."

"You should worry who will wipe your mess too, you know?" The Frenchman said, truthfully.

"Of course, the janitors will."

"Geez~ You're so cold~" He wiggled.

The Briton looked him with disgust. "Stop it. It's disturbing.." He crossed his arms.

Francis just smiled. "aah~ I need to get through this long break because of you."

Arthur is now really irritated. "Don't blame me! Blame that stupid friend of yours! Entering a meeting uninvited!"

Francis pouted. "Geez, what's wrong with you today? You're so touchy."

"Hmph!" The Briton closed his eyes and turned his head away from the 'frog'.

Francis blinked and suddenly an idea came into his mind.

He neared Arthur and cupped his face to turn his face back to him. "What's wrong, Mon Amour?.. You can tell anything to me, my darling~"

Arthur's eye twitched and Francis earned a punch from the Brit.

"Owie..." The French complained to his aching jaw.

"It's your fault, you git." Arthur said as he walked away.

He wanted to hide it. But his face was really red. "T-That frog! He deserve the punch!" He walked faster.

He turned to a corner and bumped to a certain American who's currently eating his french fries.

The impact was so hard that he fell on the floor on his back. All the french fries fell all over him.

Oh karma was harsh, isn't it?

"M-my fries! Iggy, what have you done?" Alfred panicked, crouching down to pick all his fries on the floor so quickly.

"What have I done? You're the one who's carrying tons of these garbage while walking, you git!" The Briton pointed out, still lying on the floor.

"Well, I'm not the one who's walking at turbo speed, dude." He pointed back.

Arthur scoffed. Today is really not his lucky day.

Then he suddenly felt the American's hands touching his chest.

"H-hey! What do you think you're doing, you bloody git!" His face turning red.

"Don't struggle! The fries!" Alfred cried out.

The Brit really want to push him off but he didn't.

They stayed like that until Alfred got all of the fries.

"Phew! That was close!" He stood up and noticed one last piece located... near.. Arthur's... Oh shi-...

Arthur was going to stand but Alfred stopped him.

"What?" The Brit asked him.

"Th-there's one last piece... b-between your thighs."

"Huh?"

"I'll get it.."

Alfred crouched down again to pick it up... slowly...

Arthur face was really red and angry. "W-what did you just do? You should have at least tell me to pick it up myself!" He immediately stood up.

Alfred stood too. "W-well, a hero should do things like these himself!"

The Brit raised a brow. "What kind of crap is that, you stupid git?"

Alfred was going to say that it was not crap until Francis showed up. "Angeleterre~ There you are~ I've been looking for you! That was so rude! Leaving me after punching me in the face!" He pouted.

Arthur crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "That was your fault. Anyone would punch you in the face when you cup their faces.. Especially when they're a guy!"

"But still~!" Francis moaned.

"..He did what?" Alfred asked the two.

"Oh nothing~ I just did something to Angleterre that he would really hate." Francis smirked at him.

Alfred blinked. "...oh.."

"Enough of this. Le's get back to the meeting room. Maybe Germany has calmed down a little." Arthur started to walk.

"Okay~!" Francis followed him.

Alfred just stood there, still holding the piece of fries a while ago. He squeezed it. And followed the two. "Hey, dudes! Wait up!"

A/N: … Alfred, what are you doing? Get your Arthur back! Oh well... That's enough for one day.. Please review..