No one understood exactly when the Canadian nation asked for an emergency World Meeting at his place. No one really knew where it was first of all. But when they all settled down and a smirk was upon Canada's face, hell just broke loose.
"I promise I was NOT the one in your closet last week." France shouted.
"You were the one?" Canada tilted his head to the side.
"No." France muttered. "Of course not Matthew dear."
"Why did you bring us here?" Finland asked and the rest of the nations except America and England who were not invited, nodded.
"All our previous plans failed and an idea struck me that why not send them a USUK fan fiction story? That would really scare them I think."
"I think it's a good idea Matthew." Hungary smiled and pulled out her phone, a list of USUK stories appearing on the screen. "What type? A fluff..tragic..lemon?" she wiggled her eyebrow at the last part.
"Fluff I think is a good enough start." Germany replied and Canada nodded to the disappointment of the Hungarian. "What story should we send them?"
"I like the story Diner. I'll send them that right now." she quickly typed the story and sent America the link. "This will be so funny."
More like a way to finally get them together Canada thought to himself, smirking.
"What's the story about anyway?" Lichtenstein asked. She took a peek at Switzerland and quickly stuttered, "Not like I care to read it or anything like that."
"It's just a fluffy oneshot. I reccomend it to anyone. Even yaoi haters will "aww" at it."
"Oh, okay then."
"Oh, the message got through all the way!" Hungary exclaimed.
"Now we wait."
"Yo, England. Hungary sent me some link to another fan fiction story." America grew pale just saying the word fan fiction (or is it two words). "I don't know if I can still read fan fiction stories."
"Fan fiction stories are too good to pass up. You can't skip out on it because of that Franada story." England sipped at his tea as he browsed through different stories on Fanfiction.
"I suppose you're right. Well this one is called-" he quickly peeked at his watch. "Shoot! New Big Bang Theory episode! I got to go home! See you!" America threw his coat over his shoulder and rushed out of the room, leaving the Brit hanging.
"Wonder what it was called.." England muttered to himself before turning his attention back to the computer.
After a nice 30 minute worthy of Sheldon taking care of Amy and Penny's face getting whacked by a purse, he looked back at his text message and realized he never got to read the story yet. Diner he thought to himself. Sounds girly..
He pulled up the story on his phone and read:
Arthur began to walk away, but a lingering feeling encompassed him. Turning back, England approached the window and blew into the glass once more. He drew a heart and knocked on the window so Alfred could turn and see. He knew he was blushing, so he averted his eyes.
Hearing the knock, Alfred looked to his right to see a heart drawn out on the window pane. He was a bit surprised at first, but the heart Arthur drew left a warm feeling in his stomach. It was always so hard for the stuffy old man to admit to any sort of affection he had for America, so whenever he did something as small as this gesture, it managed to make Alfred very happy. Smiling brightly, America blew on the glass himself and drew a heart as well. When Arthur saw the heart, the smallest of smiles graced his lips.
Arthur would never admit that he was actually happy, but he would admit that he was feeling a lot better than before. Waving to Alfred, he turned around and began walking back to the house. Perhaps I should do these sorts of things more often… he thought to himself, contemplating what Alfred's expression would look like if he decided to write "I love you" on the bathroom mirror for when America came home…
The fuck...
Sorry it is both late and short. I don't have much time to update since I'm working on my portfolio. Forgive me~