Hello! I am so busy but I still find time to update for you lovely people because your reviews make me smile; a smile so bright it woud blind you. Honestly, America has got nothing on this. ;)
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Twenty Seven: Glasses
"You aren't going to believe this!" Hungary squealed as she plopped down in the seat next to America, waving a magazine in one hand.
"Wome beweave wuh?" America mumbled through a mouthful of hamburger, hardly pausing in his crusade to down his lunch as quickly as humanly possible.
"I bought the Hetalia Academy magazine yesterday and was flipping through it and—" Hungary paused for dramatic effect, but America hardly seemed to be listening. "-America, this is important!"
"Sho are burgers."
Snarling, Hungary flipped open the magazine and slammed it down on the table. America took one look at the full-colour spread and gagged, choked, and spewed his un-chewed burger onto the table. Hungary grimaced.
"What is he doing there?"
"I guess he wasn't kidding when he said he'd done some modelling before. Remember yesterday you were insulting his public because he hardly has any good-looking models? Well, maybe his people aren't the best looking but wow; doesn't he look gorgeous?"
America flushed angrily. "Great! Now he's even haunting my reading material. That man is a plague!"
"Maybe, but that is one sexy plague."
America scrunched up his nose in disgust, but Hungary was too busy ogling the picture of England to notice, silently appreciating the way faded jeans made him look casually hip while a black blazer gave him a hint of sophistication, but mostly how it was unbuttoned to reveal a perfectly sculpted, shirtless torso.
"How can you even think that about him? He's the most douchy, self-righteous dick on this planet! And seriously. Dude. His eyebrows are totally huge." To prove his point, America seized a pen from his suitcase and yanked the magazine from beneath Hungary's attentive stare.
"Hey! Give it back! That's the most drool-worthy picture I've seen in weeks!"
"Absolutely not! I will not have you drooling over that jerk!" America said, and quickly scribbled a pair of thick, square-rimmed glasses onto England's face before handing it back with flare.
Hungary grabbed the magazine away and looked at the altered image—blinked, frowned, and cocked her head to one side. "That's odd. You know, I think he looks even better that way."
"What? You're crazy!" America said, peering over his friend's shoulder in adamant disbelief.
His pride quickly sank and he sat back, sulking.
He hated when Hungary was right.
Ha-ha! Haven't had Hungary in this fic so I thought if anyone would be appreciative of something like a picture of England, it would be her! Hope you liked! Merci, LucyMoon1992 x