'C'MON OLD MAN, GET A MOVE ON!'

'WHO'RE YOU CALLING OLD?'

'YOU, YOU'RE SO OLD YOU DON'T EVEN REMEMBER YOUR BIRTHDAY.'

'THAT WAS FROM STRESS, CAUSED BY YOU.'

'YOU JUST WON'T ADMIT THAT YOU'RE ALMOST AS OLD AS CHINA!'

'BUGGER OFF ALFRED.'

'I CAN'T, YOU'VE GOT ME ON A FREAKIN' BABY LEASH.'

'WELL, I DID SAY I WOULD.'

'YES, BUT, I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD. I MEAN, WHAT NEXT? PUT ME IN A STROLLER?'

'DON'T TEMPT ME FUCKWAD.'

'Oh Maples...'

'Sounds like our dates.' France said to Prussia and then quickly intervened in England and Americas fight. The two had just started getting physical and France didn't want to be banned from another cinema.

'Bonjour mon petit Lapin!' France cried, hugging England from behind.

'O-oh, Afternoon Frog.' England muttered, embarrassed by France's blatant show of affection.

'Ah, petit lapin, why must you still call me that?' France asked nuzzling England's hair.

'Force of habit.' England smiled and blushed even deeper as France captured his lips.

'OH GOD MY EYES.' America yelled. France stepped away from England.

'Bonjour Amérique.'

'Yo Francis. Wazzup?' England facepalmed as France looked confused, American slang made little sense to him.

'Come on, let's just go and get some fucking popcorn before I kill Alfred.' England growled. He grabbed France's hand and tugged on America's baby leash and dragged the two of them off.

'Have fun you deux!' France yelled at Prussia and Canada, who were watching the three nations with some amusement.

'How'd you put up with that? Even my family life ain't that messed up!' Prussia laughed.

'You sorta get used to it...' Canada replied quietly, shyness overcoming him.

'C'mon, let's go get our tickets. Is Harry Potter ok? I've read the books and they're almost as awesome as me!'

'Sounds fun.' Canada smiled. The two nations made their ways over to the ticket booth.

'Two for Harry Potter please.' Prussia asked.

'Two? So you're meeting someone here then?' The ticket seller asked.

'Erm, no, the awesome me's date is right here.' Prussia answered, pointing to Canada.

'Oh, sorry! I didn't see you there!'

'I-It's O-ok... N-no one does...' Canada muttered. Feeling sorry for the younger nation Prussia grabbed his hand and began to drag him to the sweet shop.

'The awesome me'll buy you anything you want!'

'R-really? Y-you don't have to...'

'Nuh uh, Mattie, I insist!'

'Well, ok...' Canada smiled and wandered about the small sweet shop, not letting go of Prussia's hand. His eyes lit up when he saw Maple Candy.

'Um, this please.' He mumbled, handing it to Prussia, who looked at it briefly.

'You like maple syrup too! Awesome!' He declared, grabbed a box of pop corn and some candy floss for Gilbird and went to pay.

'Veeee~ Doitsu?'

'What is it Italy?'

'Ve~ Why are we spying on Gil?'

'Because, Bruder is an idiot who might cause world war three, and I'm not too keen on that.'

'Ve~ Oh yeah, because Doitsu doesn't want to lose again?' Germany grimaced; he hated being reminded of his failures in the past.

'Yeah, something like that...'

'Vee~ ok!'

'Aaaaarrtiieeeeee, I'm booooooored!' America whined.

'We've only been in the queue 5 minutes!' England snapped at the younger nation.

'Soooo?'

'Holy Roman Empire, just wait for fucks sake.'

'Aha! C'est tellement mignon quand vous êtes embarrasser comme ca!'

'SHH, S'il vous plait!' England frantically replied in rough French.

'IIIIIGGYYYYY, I DON'T UNDERSTAND FRENCH!' America whined.

'What we're saying doesn't involve you Alfred.' England muttered.

'YEAH, BUT YOU MIGHT BE PLOTTING TO DESTROY ME WITH LAZERS AND TEA.' America was drawing odd looks.

'Hush Amérique, I was simply saying how cute Mon petit lapin is when he gets all flustered!' France stated, making England blush. America began howling with laughter.

'Iggy, cute? AHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA!'

'Oui, Mon petit lapin is absolutely adorable when he goes rouge and pouts!' England's blush deepened.

'What does 'Mon petit lapin' mean?' America questioned, pretty much recovered from his laughing fit.

'I won't tell, as I wish to keep my vital regions in tact...' France said quickly, not wanting to annoy England, besides, he might need them later.

'Iggy? what does it mean? TEEEEEEEEELL MEEEEEEEEEE!' America yelled. Unable to bear the younger nation bothering him England told him.

'It means 'my little rabbit' I used to like them when I was younger.' England mumbled, blushing. America began laughing again, now almost crying with laughter.

'Hey, Gilbert, isn't that your brother and Italy in that bush?' Canada asked, tugging on Prussia's arm.

'So it is. Damn that west! Always spying on the awesome me! Hey, isn't that America giving glaring at us?'

'M-most probably, j-just ignore h-him, h-he'll get bored eventually.'

'If you say so, c'mon the movies gonna start!' Prussia yelled, grabbing Canada and dragging him into the cinema.

Ok, this is short because I haven't had much time to write.

Mainly as IT IS BLOODY BOILING.

so I had a water fight with France, America, Austria, Hungary, Denmark and Grandpa Rome.

(the Italies have flu)

So yes, short.

AND I THINK MY BRAIN HAS BROKEN.

I used to ship USUK, but becuase of this I'm into FrUk.

America's gonna kill me.

Btw, I edited the French parts of this, becuase I'd got it a little wrong

*Facepalm*

Reviews?