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Forty-Nine: Define L.O.V.E
"Alright, alright, everyone SHUT UP!"
The conference room went silent when instead of hearing Germany screaming, the nations looked up to see England's identical brother Wales, who was usually one of the quietest people ever, standing at the top of the table, grinning madly with a pile of pages pressed against his chest.
He quickly zoomed around the room and handed each nation a page. The nations started murmuring when they saw what was written on their page.
"Um, Wales?" New Zealand hesitantly raised his hand, "What the hell?"
Wales quietened them all again and announced, "Right! So basically, this is for the Hetalia Academy's archives, we needed some more information on each country so please fill it in. Take your time and if you don't want to fill it in that's fine too. Okay, everyone. Ready, steady, go!"
England stared blankly down at the page.
Define L.O.V.E.
What the fuck?
Was Wales actually serious? He casually looked up to see directly opposite him his two other siblings staring at him desperately. He shrugged and they both grimaced, mouthing to him 'Fuck you.' He sighed.
Oh my family…you gotta love 'em…
He looked further down the long, wooden table and spotted France scribbling furiously, glancing up and looking at Northern Ireland every couple of minutes and smiling. England glared. Froggy, lecherous bastard…
Beside him Spain had his pen poised at the ready to write but kept looking up to see Romano giving him a don't-you-even-dare-write-about-me glower and so Spain was just sat there, only writing something every time Romano looked away.
Casting his eyes around the room, England found everyone writing away, constantly trying to catch the gaze of their companion and give them a quick, loving smile.
England felt all alone.
Then, feeling like he was being watched, he looked up and his eyes met with a pair of ocean blue ones. He blinked once or twice and then frowned.
"What?" He hissed quietly at the man sitting beside Scotland.
"Nothing." The man whispered back, giving him the smile that everyone else was giving each other, and returned to his paper.
Mouth agape, England stared at him for a moment before picking up his pen and began writing.
Love, to me, only means one thing. America.
Aw! I thought it was cute! Wee England =) He's such a wee dote, isn't he? Anyway, thanks guys! LucyMoon1992 x