OTL. Despite how much this song fits Hetalia, it was really hard to write. Spamano4ever, I hope you like this and I hope I didn't do too badly

"Hey Iggy."

England reluctantly looked up from his embroidery. "What is it now, America?"

America pointed out the window. "What's up with that Italy guy? Is he gay or something?"

England looked out at Italy who was skipping around in the courtyard of the World Meeting building. "No I don't think so. He's just like that. Why do you ask?"

"Dude! He's always like kissing people on the cheeks as stuff! Guys too!"

Ireland leaned into the conversation. "True, but the line between gay and European has always been a fine one."

England glared at his sister. "Hey, we're European too, Freckle Face."

"And you embroider. I rest my case. Me personally, I think he's gay. He wears perfume."

"Who's gay because he wears perfume?"

Both Ireland and England deadpanned. "Your face."

France clutched his chest. "Ah, how you two wound me. But seriously, who are we gossiping about now?"

"America thinks Italy's gay. I don't think so and she *glare* agrees with the Yank."

"But Iggy!" America whined. "He rules around in shiny shirts and little shorts, kicking a soccer ball wussily!"

"IT'S CALLED FOOTBALL, YOU TWAT!"

"America , you pad your players up until they look like they'd be like turtles if you push 'em over. " Ireland pointed out. "But there are so many shades of grey when it comes to this. Sure, France goes either way depending on the time."

"I'm sitting right here."

"And yet, you're not denying it. And I've seen Italy in dresses sometimes."

England halted his America-scolding for a moment. "Scotland wears a kilt. In other words, a glorified skirt."

"He wears it the Scottish way. That doesn't count."

Hungary plonked herself into the middle of their little group. "Sorry to interrupt this fascinating argument, but I think I can put an end to the questioning once and for all." She rummaged around in her bag and pulled out a camera.

"Cute little Italy is in fact..." She thrust the camera in their faces. "GAY AND EUROPEAN!"

"Well, how about that."

France took the camera. "How on earth did you get this picture? More importantly, how did you get into Germany's house to take it? I've been trying for centuries."

Hungary smirked mysteriously. "I have ways and means, France. Ways and means."

Ireland, having lost interest once she couldn't argue against her brother anymore, turned away from the window. "Oh, Hungary, just so you know, Italy and Germany are shifting outside if you want more photos like that."

Hungary snatched the camera out of France's hand and was gone before any of them could even blink.

America actually isn't the only place in the world that calls football soccer. it's called that in Ireland and (I think) Australia. Because we all have our own type of football already. Anyway hope you enjoyed!

-Ja!

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