Tjuesjette april:
International:
A short, black-haired man with soulless dark eyes, was awkwardly hugging a taller, but not by much, sandy blond man with forest green eyes who wasn't acting less awkward. Then they sprang apart,
-Twenty seconds.
-That was two seconds longer than last year, Japan.
-Indeed, England-san. And now if you will do me the honor of excusing me, Japan bowed deeply and respectfully, I wish to continue my observation of this day in so hurried a fashion as possible.
-You know, England said, just because America insists on this Hug A Friend Day, doesn't mean that you've to indulge him.
-It's better for me if I participate with my rules, rather than be forced upon his rules regarding the hugging. Besides, England-san, it's only one day a year.
-Well, you're excused.
England watched Japan walk away and felt a twinge of sympathy. He observed as Japan went first to Greece, and before five seconds had passed Turkey had yanked him off Greece and was yelling at him while hugging Japan. The argument between Greece and Turkey quickly escalated to the degree where Japan was pushed away.
As Greece and Turkey went smoothly from arguing to making out, Japan went towards the next on his list, Italy, while he smoothed down his clothes which had gotten wrinkled by them.
His efforts were in vain, however, when Italy jumped up and down with Japan in his arms.
But the worst was yet to come, because here came America as an overeager puppy, completely forgetting his strength.
-Every single year, England muttered, the same.
Author's notes:
I don't own Hetalia