Okay here we go eighth chapter, oh and to the knew comer to Fanficion that sent me a review, welcome I know you'll just love it here!
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England sat at the meeting table, bored as hell, he had made it a little to early, considering the meeting was being held in Ireland that day, lucky him. America still hadn't shown up, but everyone ells was present at the table. France slid in the seat next to him and be can doing the worst thing he could ever do.. he started talking.
"my my England don't you look healthy today."
England sighed in annoyance, he really didn't want to talk to him. " shut up you old frog."
"how cruel! I just barely complemented you!"
England glared, " you are just going to ask me how it went with America! Well he didn't do anything, all he did was sit there and smile, and very kindly invited me over to his house to play video games, that's it. Now leave me alone you stupid twit!" England turned away in a pout, not sure why he got so upset why America and him didn't do anything.
France sat there in a pout. Then Germany entered the room with Italy in his arms. For some reason Italy had his legs rapped around Germany's hips. Germany's hands were on his lower back to keep him up, and you could hear fain sniffles and ~ve's~ coming from the little Italian.
England couldn't help but imagine America carrying him like that... he would pin him again walls, while kissing down his neck and color bone, then back up to his neck. He would do that until they reached the room they were traveling to, then America would plop him on the bed remove his shirt, revealing those strong tan muscles, then he would crawl on England and leaned him into another passionate kiss.
England had his eye's closed while thinking of this and had not noticed America had entered the room, and the meeting had started.
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America couldn't help but look at England. He noticed his eye's were closed in a rather sweet way, he had a small blush on his face, and a small smile.
America couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
What was he thinking about, who was he thinking about... he pouted and nudged England with his foot.
England jumped slightly and looked at America. America smiled at him. England gave a curious look, then looked around the room, noticing Russia was talking about bombs... not sure why, he looked back at America...
England jumped when he felt something run up his leg... but he ignored it... then it happened again.
He began to feel a little annoyed with the thing, he looked at America. America was happily not paying attention to anything... he felt something poke the side of his thigh.. England gulped and look at the person who was sitting next to him...
France smirked at him then raised his eye brows, then he ran his hand up the rest of his thigh to his-
England jumped up from the table and squealed, almost like a girl, "don't touch me there!"
Everyone was now looking at him with a kind of funny face. England couldn't help but feel a small blush on his face.
America smiled and stood up, "dude what was that?"
England blushed even more at the fact America was there to witness what had just happened.
"But France was touching me inappropriately!"
Germany sighed, "America cents you are already standing up why don't you switch seats with England?"
"dude no way am I sittin next to that pervy piss." then he let out an annoying heroic laugh.
"pervy piss? Oh your so charming America." France said sarcastic written all over his face.
"alright then Russia trade England seats so we can get on with the meeting!" Germany yelled.
Russia stood up with a small ill kill you smile and walked around the table, England walked around the other end of the table, and sat where Russia was sitting... right next to America!...
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surprisingly the rest of the meeting went by very smoothly, no interruptions from America, Englnad or France.. mainly because he was scared of Russia.
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Alright guys there is going to be three chapters! Yay! I had to cut this one short because I have to go to school... ill post chapter ten after school today!