HAHAHAHA- school is such a bitch am i right?
The two italian men were staring at America who smiled widely and waved.
"Uh, nothing dudes? What are you up too?" He asked, watching the brothers give England a very disgusted look.
"We were just in the area, having to go back home and all. What are you doing with England?" Romano asked, his voice as irritated as always.
"We were having a chat, not that it's any of your business." England snapped.
"Ah Mr. England don't be upset!" Italy exclaimed waving his arms, "We'll leave you and Alfred alone."
America reeled for a moment, not used to anyone but his brother using his human name. Though it wasn't uncommon for Italy to refer to him as Alfred. They just never spoke much, which is weird given how similar the two are.
"Don't use his human name dumbass!" Romano yelled grabbing his brothers shoulder.
"He doesn't mind, I've done it before." Italy cried as his brother shook him back and forth.
Romano stopped shaking him and stared at America expectantly.
America shrugged watching England who was hissing at the ground. Which is actually pretty normal for him but unsettling nonetheless.
"Yeah that's chill dude, just don't go throwing it around all the time. Gotta keep professional and shit." America replied smiling.
Italy visibly lit up while both Romano and England seemed pissed.
"Why does he get to call you that?" Both men yelled. America never really thought about it but they were super similar, both had major differences but they would do that same angry scream thing.
"Uh why not, we're buds. Right dude?" America said nudging Italy who grinned.
"Yes! We're best of friends, we go to races all the time. Alfred has very fast cars." He exclaimed clapping his hands together.
It was true, though he'd rather Italy stay away from any fast cars. Watching races was fine however the italian seemed to be possessed by some crazy need to drive at the speed of light. Getting in the car with Italy was basically a death sentence. Plus the dude never hit his signal which was just rude.
"Yeah well I'm at your house all the time, why can't I call you Alfred?" Romano asked his face doing that weird 'imma bout the flip the fuck out but not quite yet' look that he has somehow mastered.
"I never said you couldn't dude." America whined leaning away from the three men.
"What about me?" England hissed, his eyebrows furrowing. Being angry is really not a good look on him, whoever said thick eyebrows were in should've put some sort of limit on it.
"No not you."
"Why not?!"
"Because I said so. Besides, I'm going to be late for my flight." America exclaimed walking away from the fuming british man.
He didn't actually care if anyone called him Alfred. Unlike some of the older nations he didn't think it was some sort of sacred or personal thing, it was just a name. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't feel like learning everyone's human names he'd use them with everyone. He just liked fucking with England.
Unfortunately America's exit was not honored at all. All three of the other men trailed after, England was fuming while the italian brothers chatted about pasta and murder.
"Dudes you realize we're all on different flights right?" America asked.
Italy nodded quickly, "Yes but my flight doesn't leave for awhile so I thought I could keep you company!"
"Oh, I guess that's okay-" America started, stopping mid-sentence when England yelled.
"I was keeping him company!"
"Yeah well you're an old pervert. We're much better company." Romano teased, shrieking when England reached for him.
"I'm not a pervert you bugger! I was just taking him out for a meal, how is that malicious at all?"
"We were just concerned you were breaking the whole deal, which wouldn't really be fair since no one told us that it was off. I would have prepared some pasta and wine if I had known." Italy exclaimed pulling Romano away from England.
America frowned watching the three argue. What the hell was that deal they keep bringing up? Was it some sort of secret alliance? That was doubtful, his government would have picked up on it. Or maybe it was an alliance between the actual personifications? Everyone seems to be on it so either way he had to find out what it was all about.
"What are you guys talking about?" He asked stepping in between England and the brothers.
"Um, lots of things. Mostly how horrible England's fashion sense is." Romano replied sarcastically.
He was hiding behind his brother, obviously waiting for England to try and grab him again. Said englishman was turning an awful red color. If he kept this up they'd be taking him to a hospital for a heart attack.
"No not about that, you're totally right though. Sweater vests died like years ago dude." America said, high fiving Romano.
"They did not! I look perfectly fine thank you very much!" England screeched before inhaling deeply, "You are just all uncultured, the sweater vest is the clothing of a gentleman."
"Whatever man." America waved his hands trying to focus, "I want to know about that deal thing Italy was talking about. France said something about it before and I think I've heard some others talking about it."
"Oh it's a deal that no one is allowed to-" Romano slapped his hand over Italy's mouth preventing him from finishing the sentence.
"It's none of your business, has absolutely nothing to do with you so don't ask again." England replied smoothly.
America pouted, eyes narrowing. Despite how chill England sounded he looked nervous, plus there's no way Romano would have cared enough to stop Italy from saying something unless he thought it was going to get them in trouble.
"Fine don't tell me. I'll just find out later… hey Italy you want to visit my country for a little while?" America asked sweetly, grinning from ear to ear.
Both Romano and England look at Italy in horror. Italy's amazing ability to not read the atmosphere came in handy when he nodded in confirmation.
"I'd love too! We haven't had some alone time in awhile." Italy chirped grabbing America's hand.
"You can't!" Romano and England both exclaimed, Romano going as far as to grab his brothers arm.
"Why can't he." America hissed grabbing Italy's other arm pulling him towards the door.
"Uh we have a… meeting?" Romano lied sheepishly.
England slapped the back of his head which made Romano release Italy's arm in favor of nursing his now throbbing head.
"The fuck was that for bastard!"
"That was the lamest lie I have ever heard you dolt- where are you going!" England watched as America lead Italy away from the arguing men towards the door.
"Really gotta go man. I got to get Italy a ticket than we have to make it to the flight on time. Ya known business stuff, really sorry. Talk later okay!" America laughed running out the door holding Italy's hand tightly.
"Why are we running?" Italy chirped keeping up with America easily. Guess that italian speed comes in handy once again.
"I'm pretty sure England was about to explode and I do not want to be there for that. Besides those two are being rude I'd much rather hang out with you. We're gonna do so much fun stuff." America said grinning. Maybe he could get the italian to spill the beans about that deal thing too.
Italy smiled, "That's so sweet Alfred, I'm sure we're going to have a lot of fun."
Happy pride month my dudes. Sorry this is so short I just really wanted to post, plus this is more of a bridge to get to the next ship chapter (Italy/America if it wasn't obvious!)
I was thinking of making a tumblr since it takes me so long to post chapters I might post ship requests on that? (I know you guys are thirsty af)