(I've learned a little about the TurkeyEgypt pairing, so expect a little of that XD)
This chapter will focus on USUK and what happened after breakfast. Oh, and I realize that the link didn't work in the last chapter… You'll just have to search my deviantART account, which you can find on my profile.
Thank you cutegixie, The Color Clear, and Eva N desu for your reviews! I'm not entirely sure if I'll have them both going after Japan (since I was going to include Egypt and such… Well… I might know a way to fit in both…) However, I will most definitely have jealous Greece XD
I will MOST DEFINITLEY add in some Poliet here somewhere… (lol my favorite paring EVER XD) I'll make an attempt at PruCan (another favorite of mine) and GerIta'll be in there. And I'll have some pervy France with angry Hungary haha
Now on with the story!
(A word of warning: There is some foul language in this chapter due to the fact that it's America and England… Leave it to them to throw curse words everywhere…)
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"Alfred, you git! You can't just take pictures with other people's cameras like that! It's rude!" I shouted at him.
"Dude, you're overreacting," Alfred said as he handed the camera back to the little Asian, "It's all cool. Besides, who doesn't want this awesome face in their camera?"
"Wankah!" I yelled at him as we walked to the food line.
"Seriously, Artie, wanker is one of the weirdest words I have ever heard. Why can't you just say something normal, like asshole or something?" Alfred said as we got our food.
"Shut up. I'll say what I want," I mumbled as we sat down.
"Mon Cher!" I heard a voice shout from somewhere in front of me. I furrowed my brows and glared down at me tray. I could recognize that French accent anywhere.
"Salut! Salut! 'Ow 'ave you been?" Francis asked as he walked over and started to pat my back.
"Francis, dude! How's it hanging?" Alfred started to shout and bounce up and down as they greeted each other. I stayed silent as Francis talked as if nothing happened last week where I walked in on the man whore cheating on me with some brunette chick. Of course, I broke up with him right there.
Francis and Alfred talked for a little while longer until Francis finally left with two of his friends.
"Dude, are you still hung up over the break up?" Alfred asked, picking up on the mood for once in his life.
"Of course not!" I lied, picking up my tray. I only ate part of it, but my appetite left.
After putting my tray in the scullery, I went and sat back down. I sat there, feeling Alfred's gaze for a full ten minutes. I finally looked up and shouted, "Why are you staring at me?" I was surprised to find him looking concerned.
"Something's wrong, and I don't know why you won't tell me," he said, his face now agitated, "We've been friends for like, forever, and yet you still don't trust me."
"I said it's nothing, alright!" I snapped back. I stood huffing at him for a moment, and then I stormed out of the cafeteria. I didn't even know where I was heading, but I do know that I was heading away from him. For once in his life, can't he just… I don't know… Leave me alone?
Before I knew it, I was in the school's park. I plopped down on the grass and glared daggers at the pond. I looked around and saw a bunch of people having fun times, like that one Polish kid and his Lithuanian friend were lounging on a nearby bench talking (well, the talking was mainly the Polish one…). To the right, I saw that intimidating Swede and his little Finnish friend walking by. Why do they get to have a nice day when so far mine is shit?
"Dude, what are you doing here?"
"Why're you here?" I mumbled into my sleeve after I rested my head on my arms.
"You ran off, and I was concerned. Is that such a bad thing?" Alfred said as he sat down next to me.
I ignored him and stared glaring at the pond again. I knew he was still talking, but I wasn't listening to what he was saying. Normally he just gives me a headache from talking.
"Dude, are you listening to me at all? I'm trying to apologize you know," he said, shaking my arm a little, "I said that I was sorry for whatever I said back there. Alright?"
I really did hate it whenever he brought up my relationship with Francis, which he seemed to be doing a lot lately. It just got more and more annoying.
I stood up and turned. I was about to head for the dorms, but suddenly Alfred grabbed my wrist and spun me around. The next thing I knew, I was an inch away from him, my wrist still in his grasp off to the side.
"So, you're not going to forgive me?" he asked, a little closer. Then his lips were pressed to mine. Then, they were gone, just as fast as they had come, "Am I forgiven now?"
I stared up at him, tears about to fall. Then, my body started to move of its own accord and suddenly I was hugging Alfred really tight, my face buried in his shirt. I could feel the tears run down my face and soak into his shirt as I sobbed. He smiled softly as he gently pulled me closer.
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Sorry, I'm not very skilled at making endings to things… At all… So for right now, this'll have to do…
Yeah, I was listening to Love Save the Empty while writing this… That probably why it's a little sad here and there…
I'm sure we all know who that "brunette chick" is… (ehem, Seychelles…) and why Francis was probably cheating on him with her (he's a man whore) (I'm sorry if you like the FrUK pairing… I had USUK in here first…)
Oh, and sorry for the terribly long wait (again…) I was busy with MomoCon and MegaCon and such XD (Oh conventions, why do you take so much time out of my life?) Plus, I'm grounded again. Only this time, it's for having a 76 in one of my classes… I'll raise it, I swear…
And yeah, that's my sad attempt at trying to type someone speaking with a French accent… Ignore the derpyness of it please…
Now, some more Giripan in the next chapter!