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Resistance
Part 11! :D
''Oh, for fucks sake. As if this day wasn't crappy enough...''
Lovino said, turning from the window.
Alfred looked up from England.
''What is it, homie?'' He questioned, placing his hand on the red head's shoulder, only for it to be removed quickly.
''Fuck off, I'm not your homie, retard.''
''What is it?''
England approached the two squabbling countries.
''Oh, just Germany, with some of his friends.'' Lovino commented, walking into the kitchen area.
The remaining men stuck their heads out the window in unison.
Germany was stood at the gates, AK-47 in hand, six more soldiers evenly spread out around the factory.
''What a neat freak... Is Ludwig like this aswell?'' England looked at Alfred.
''Like you wouldn't believe, bro. He's probably organised all his dirty books by height in millimetres or something.'' He replied, sitting down on England's chair.
He gestured to his lap, but the blonde only blushed and shook his head.
''So what are we going to do?'' Lovino said, re-appearing from the kitchen holding a range of pastry products and tea on a tray.
''I know what we could do.'' England said, grabbing a scone.
''Here, follow me...'' He said, opening the door leading to the stairs.
The two men didn't have much choice and obeyed, not far behind.
''But what about the tea? It'll get cold!'' Lovino complained.
''We could just microwave it, bro.''
The Italian paused in his steps, and gave Alfred the worst look ever.
''You can't fucking microwave tea, you fuck-tard.''
''Hey you two, no fighting! Tea is the least of our worries right now…''
To be continued! XD
Resistance
Next chapter shall be up promptly :)