"England, is there a reason you are sitting so close to me?" America asked as his eye twitched from irritation. It was the middle of a world meeting, and England had been scooting closer and closer to America for some reason.
"France won't stop flirting with me." England huffed. France merely blew a kiss to England, causing England to scowl.
"I don't care. You're in my space bubble." America said as he glared at England. "Plus, France flirts with everyone. It's no big deal."
"Maybe not to you." England said as he scooted even closer to America.
"Have you ever heard of personal space?" America growled as he tried to push England away from him. "It's rather important you know."
"I'm three feet away from you!" England snapped as he kicked France's leg under the table. "Get over it."
America gave England an irritated look, and tried to focus on what Italy was saying. (Something about using more eco-friendly pesticides in tomato fields.) However, he couldn't as the kicking match between England and France was getting rather distracting. Mostly due to the fact that England was practically three inches away from touching him.
"Hey Romano, can you help me?" America quietly asked the Italian who was sitting on the other side of him.
"What do you need, hamburger bastard?" Romano asked with a bored look.
"England won't stop getting into my space bubble. Any advice on how to get him away from me without punching him in the face?" America asked. Romano sighed, aware of how annoying it was to have people in his personal space. He smirked, and whispered something to America. America grinned mischievously, and nodded.
"England, why do you run?" France cooed as he leaned towards England, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"You bloody frog!" England yelled angrily as he leaned back. As a result, he touched America.
"ENGLAND, I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH YOU FLIRTING WITH FRANCE, BUT IF YOU KEEP PLAYING ROUGH LIKE THIS I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO GET A ROOM!" America yelled as loud as possible.
"Honhonhon." France laughed. "I knew you were flirting back."
"GO TO HELL, THE LOT OF YOU!" England shouted as he turned pink.
"England and France, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" America sang, causing France to grin like crazy, and England to turn red.
"I'M LEAVING! GOODBYE!" England yelled as he rushed out the door. France followed, and a string of cursing could be heard.
"Finally, no one is in my space bubble." America said happily. "Thanks Romano."
"No problem." Romano said.
A/N: Americans have a personal space issue. Not because we get too close to people, but because we have really large personal space bubbles. It's really no big deal until we go to other countries. Then we get really uncomfortable.