SORRY! I know its been forever since I updated. To make up for all that time ... here's a long chapter! Yippeee! Well I hope you enjoy! :)
Part 5
America P.O.V.
"America! America!" cried Italy from afar. I swear he can sound so annoying sometimes. But because I was the hero I could never say it to his face … sadly.
"Yo, Italia! Dude what's up?" My eyes widened as I realized what I had just said.
Italy gasped in response. "A-America! Did you just say-?!"
"I'm sorry!" I cried. I was such an idiot! That word was forbidden! I just said a forbidden word! ME … the HERO … NOOOOO! And what's worse is that I broke a promise! I suck I don't deserve to live!.
Britain P.O.V.
That bloody wanker looked so depressed. Its not that bad. He only said dude once. Does that git need a chill pill or what?
I continued to watch from behind my out of date newspaper as Italy patted the very sad America on the back. "Its okay amico," he told him.
Ha! Ha! What a loser!
America P.O.V.
I grinned at Italy. He was such a good guy sometimes. Too bad we're practically like enemies and all. Even though I broke my promise he still called me amico!
….. I don't even know what that means!
"So what were you trying to tell me Italy?"
He stopped patting my back (sadly, because it felt extremely good) and looked up to the sky in deep thought. After a few seconds he faced me again, a smile spread across his face. "Oh yeah! I was about to tell you that I found someone who is willing to be our science teacher!"
I blinked multiple times. "S-Science teacher?"
"V- I mean Yep!"
I began to panic. I was terrible at science! That was Amelia's strong point! I'm so bad at science that I don't even know what gravity is! Wait, yes I do! It's that stuff that keeps us from floating like astronauts on the moon! Aha! I'm so smart! Wait, who the hell am I kidding?! I suck at this! The definition of gravity is Elementary! ELEMENTARY my dear Watson!
"What do you say America?" Italy asked in excitement.
Well, maybe this whole thing with me learning science is a good thing. If I learn science I could look smarter in front of everyone and they'll stop saying that Amelia is smarter then me! Ahahahaha!
"Sure thing, bro!" I exclaimed. "Who's going to teach us?"
"Miss Hungary."
" …."
"What? What's wrong? You don't like Miss Hungary?!" Italy began to spazz before I could say anything. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't know! I would've never asked her if-"
"Relax bra!" I interrupted. For some reason I was the one worried we might cause a scene. Me. The person who doesn't usually give a shit about that stuff. I guess I am becoming more mature. "I hesitated because … well … she doesn't like me."
"B-but Miss Hungary likes everybody … except for Prussia."
"I did something stupid once and she won't forgive me."
Italy leaned in. "Oooo! What'd you do?"
I hesitated. "I-I-I … well … I sorta …" I sighed. "Okay, here's what happened. I wanted to see if I could make a cheeseburger with a pan instead of grill it. I found a pan just lying around in the Conference room and so I just took it and brought it to the building's kitchen."
"W-Wait … you used Miss Hungary's frying pan … for a burger?!" he gasped as if it was the worst thing I could've ever done.
I guess it was.
"I didn't know it was hers!" I tried to explain. "I didn't mean to! Honest!"
Italy patted my back once again. "Its okay amico." What does that word even mean?! "Don't worry! We'll go see her together and apologize!"
"But I already did that!"
"Then we'll try again! She likes me so I think she might go a little easy on you!" He chimed.
After moments of hesitation I decided to agree with him.
England P.O.V.
They were on the move. I quickly got up from my seat on a random park bench and followed after them. The two gits went to an Italian train station and bought tickets. I did as well and after, I sat down three benches away from them. Lucky for me I had brought my trusty spy sunglasses along and I slide them on. A black hat sat atop my head and a black suit covered up the rest of my lovely British features. Yes, I am that hot. You all know you love me ...
Oh, sorry! Anyway (blush), like I was saying … um … what was I saying?
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Oh yeah! Now I remember! So as I was saying, I watched them chat about stupid things that made no sense to me. They might as well've been saying 'blah blah blah blah blah' I mean really.
America P.O.V.
"Blah, blah blah blah blah. Blah! Blah blah! Blah blah blah," Italy concluded. I didn't really understand. Man, Italians and their weird way of talking.
Even if it was weird it sounded fun, so I decided to do it too. "Blah blah blah blah! Blah, blah blah blah, blah blah. Blah!"
Italy smiled at me as if he understood everything I was saying. What can I say? I'm a natural … and technically I'm part Italian.
While this still kept my mind off of science and Hungary I still had this sickening feeling inside. Ugh.
England P.O.V.
Since I was bored I decided to stare at random things and try to find the hidden meaning behind them. My head twisted and my eyes fell upon a little girl who stood there looking at an empty cone in her hand. She seemed extremely sad. Aha! I know what happened! She dropped her ice cream and now she's trying not to cry!
And sure enough there was a now melted puddle of strawberry ice cream lying down on the disgusting better not pick that up …
I watched as her hand opened up out of a fist and lowered just a little bit. Then she eyes scanned the area around her cautiously. After her little inspection she lowered her hand even more.
Oh bloody hell … was she really planning on picking that little splotch of ice cream up?!
I watched her as her hand got closer and closer … Don't you dare little girl! That is unsanitary! What's wrong with you?!
"Maria!" a women's voice called.
The little girl halted and lifted her hand and placing it behind her back quickly. She threw the cone into a far corner and stood in front of the fallen ice cream. She smiled at a lady innocently as the women walked up to her. "Its time to go."
"Okay, Madre!" She exclaimed and quickly grabbed the women's arm, steering her away from the mess on the floor.
Children these days, I swear!
My eyes wandered to my train ticket. Wait … we were traveling to Hungary?! Does that mean they were planning on seeing Elizabeta? What a fine women she was. Although she did have a temper if I remember correctly. The last time I actually spoke to her alone was during WW2 if I recall. Those were terrible times. I swear Germany needs to keep his bosses under wraps!
No literally!
He should tie up his bosses more frequently so they don't do anything rash. I'm pretty sure Germany can handle that. He is a sadist after all …. What? Its true …
Ah, yes! Finally, the two idiots appeared in front of Hungary's house. The taxi driver her drove me was very persistant when it cames to tips. He practically shoved a TIPS jar in my face and when I dropped a dollar in there he demanded more! Were Hungarians always this rude?
Anyway, I hid behind a bush and observed the Italian and American as they continued to talk through some outragous plan. I could hear only a little of what they were trying to say though.
"Okay," began Italy. "Remember, all you need to do is walk up to her and say 'Ungheria, Ti amo con tutti il mio cuore'."
America nodded, determined not to mess it up. "Ungheria, Ti amo con tutti il mio cuore, got it!"
Wait a bloody sec … my Italian is a little rusty but doesn't that mean-
Italy P.O.V.
""Okay," I began. "Remember, all you need to do is walk up to her and say 'Ungheria, Ti amo con tutti il mio cuore'."
America nodded. "Ungheria, Ti amo con tutti il mio cuore, got it!"
I pranced up to the door and knocked on it. "Miss Hungary!" I sang.
It took a while but finally Miss Hungary opened the door widely, frying pan in hand and exclaimed with a smile, " Why, hallo you two!"
This is it America! Was what I thought. Express how you feel!
"UNGHERIA, TI AMO CON TUTTI IL MIO CUORE!" America shouted with a flushed face.
I watched as Miss Hungary stared blankly at America. Then her lips began to twitch. If I remember correctly, that wasn't a good sign.
Her eyebrows furrowed and she lifted her frying pan. Before I knew it she had slammed it into America's face!
"IDIOTA!" she screamed causing me to become frightened. Why was she so angry?!
America finally recovering from the blow frowned. "What the hell was that for?!"
"I should be asking you that!" she responded. "I refuse to believe it! I refuse to believe that you have any romantic feelings for me!"
America's eyes widened. "WHAAAAAA?!" His head snapped my way and he growled, "Italy …."
I gulped.
"What did I just say?" he asked, his voice sounding more calm. Did that mean he wasn't mad anymore? Yay!
I answered cheerfully, "Well in English you said, 'Hungary, I love you with all my heart'!"
The area around us grew silent … almost like when someone slowly gets closer to a monster without knowing it in thriller movies!
"I SAID WHAT?!" America screamed in my ear. Ow! That hurt.
"Do I really have to repeat it?" I whined.
America shook his head in annoyance. As if he just remembered Miss Hungary was there he exclaimed, "I didn't mean what I just said! Honest! I don't love you at all!"
Then he paused.
"W-Wait! I mean I like you but not love you! Definitely not love!"
Hungary heaved a sigh of relief and giggled. "Its alright America." She turned to look at me. "Italy! Oh, how you've grown! You look so handsome!" She cheered embracing me warmly.
"I know right!" I cheered back.
I saw as America slapped his forehead in anger. "Italy, what made you think I wanted to tell Hungary I loved her?"
Well, that was a silly question. I swear, America can be so weird sometimes! Hehe! "Well, you seemed so upset about what you did with her frying pan so I assumed that you really cared about her and the best way to settle a dispute betwee a girl and a boy is LOVE!"
Hungary squealed. "Awww! You're so adorable!"
"No he's not!"
Hehe! America, you knows its true!
Miss Hungary stepped back from the hug and smiled brightly. "You two needed science lessons right?" We nodded. "Alright then, come inside. I'm not the best at science but you two need to learn the fundementals anyway."
PS ... if you don't know who Amelia is, she's the Nyotalia version of America. I like Nyotalia so I just had to put int there! :)
Also I'll try to update quicker next time!
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