"ALRIGHT! Wankers, gits, frogs," England looked especially at France when he said that, "It's about time we started the European Union meeting." England turned around and pointed at the political map of Europe. "Today, we're going to discuss the current, struggling, American state of our continent and its countries. It would nice if SOMEONE had a suggestion on how to improve," France raised his hand slowly. England took one glance at him, then everyone else. No one raised their hands...I guess I have too... "Fine frog. Go ahead." France cleared his throat, smiled, and inhaled and then...

"LOVE! All we need is love! Love will bring peace to our beautiful continent!"

"WHAT."

"Love will solve all our problems! Why cannot we not just love eachother, for the sake Europe?"

"...WHAT." England TRIPLE facepalmed(if thats possible)and sighed. "Any real suggestions? Ones that don't involve sexual intentions with each other?...None? Really? Well how wonderful," said England, as he glanced at Ukraine('s boobs) in hatred(?). "ANOTHER MEETING WITH NO CONCLUSION! OUT, ALL OF YOU!" He yelled. Everyone hurried out, leaving England to himself to think. At this rate, we'll never solve our problems! It's D-Day all over again..."It's'ok. Everything will be fine, my little Brit." England turned his head to find France leaning over him, smiling. He spoke as if he could read his mind. England almost doubled over in disgust."Get your dirty French hands off me you disgusting little animal." France frowned. All he wanted to do was comfort him. Maybe even a little rape later on, but for right now just comfort him, gain some trust he can plan the perfect suprise buttsmex. "What's wrong, my little Brit? You're much more crankier than usual." England turned to him and sighed, "It's America again. He's always doing something to annoy me. Sometimes I want throw unicorn shit in his face." To be honest France never gave a rats ass about Englands problems unless it involved America. I don't know, it's a little fetish France seems to jack of- I mean have. "Just ignore him, England! It is America after all. He always was a...special one, non?"

"Oh Fran- wait a minute...YOU'RE PLOTTING SOMETHING ARENT YOU, FROG?"

"Who? Moi? Why, of course not."

"I will murder you with a rake if you don't leave me alone. I need time to think."

France shrugged and walked away, leaving behind his rose. England picked it up and tore it apart(lol), stepped on it, and then proceeded to set it on fire. OH ENGLAND, HOW SUTTLE YOU ARE. YOU'RE LIKE TOTALLY A MASTER AT RELATIONSHIPS LOL. And France being the stalker he is saw EVERYTHING. "England will be mine eventually...honhonhonhonhonhonhonhon..."

SO FOR BEING SO LAZY HOW ABOUT SOME FANSERVICE/ACOUPLESENTENCESOFSEXAY

England looked at his waiter outfit which hid his(coughverysmallcough)***** but not his ***. Hesitantly, he stripped down until he was nude and slipped into his outfit. Before anyone gets ideas he's sober. I SWEAR. And thus there was America and France, grinning evilly. "So, if I do this, you won't tell Japan I...you know?" All America did was give a nervous thumbs up, and France wasn't even paying attention...WELL I'LL LET YOUR IMAGINATIONS DO THE REST.