Looseleaf
CLXIX. Nationalities
When Mello one day walked into Matt curled up on the couch, one hand feeding himself pizza and the other down a bag of Doritos, eyes glued to a horror movie showing on the screen, the blond only rolled his eyes and sighed. "You're so American," he said wearily, emphasizing the last word.
Matt only stuck his middle finger up at him and kept watching.
"Sometimes I wish you were French," Mello said sourly, before sitting down to join him.
"You only wish that so you can have an excuse to be snogging me," Matt said.
Mello didn't bother denying it.
[To Americans: no offense intended with this chapter C=] The insults arc will eventually come back. XD