HIYA! Another chapter again. I've noticed that I handled DenAme and RusCan mostly in the views of the older nations, Denmark and Russia. Sadly this one is also centered around their views. I haven't put on much thought to the NA twins' POV yet, but I'm in the process. Anyway, I hope you like this one!
Let's spy on the North American twins:
Russia sat idly by on a park bench. He was in New York this week…and he has an eye for a certain Canadian. He was a respectable 50 feet away from his subject. He was smiling as he caught what his American friend called 'pig skin', before the younger twin also came to his view. He heard murmurs next to the bush next to him and saw his Danish comrade looking at something. It was probably something good since he had his mouth open in a smile.
"I-I'm looking at the hot chicks there!" Denmark saw Russia staring and pointed out at the young women doing yoga. Ivan believed him and thought of a lame excuse for him as well.
"Me too."
"Hey, Mattie…toss it already!" whined the American. The Canadian smiled as he threw the football in such a form that it revealed the beautiful structure of the Semi-French nation. Russia could feel his mouth water.
Alfred ran after the ball and then jumped to grab it. Everything seemed to slow down for the Dane. The smile of the American was breath-taking. His loose blue shirt fluttered with the wind, giving a glimpse of the beautiful torso underneath. Denmark's heart stopped. America then rolled to the ground and sprang back to his feet.
"Go long!" he yelled merrily. Matthew snickered softly as he ran back. "Mattie, look out!" cautioned the younger North American but it was too late. Mattie went too far and fell into the small pond in Central park.
"A-AL!" Matthew got up completely wet and splashed some water to his snickering twin. Alfred pouted.
They went back to where they played football when they stripped down their wet shirts. Their lightly-tanned and pale torsos made a lot of people stare but they were completely oblivious to the attention.
The mischievous American twisted his wet shirt and whipped his older twin right in the ass, making Matthew jump up. The older Canadian tossed his wet shirt right into the chuckling man's face, silencing him.
He tackled his brother, immobilizing him by pinning his ass and wrists down. Canada snickered as America struggled to get up. Alfred was breathing heavily and his face was flushed red.
The snickering stopped when the active young man did a hand stand which made Matthew fall on his back. America then went down to his knees as he straddled his brother, his hands gripping the Canadian's wrist tightly to the grass.
Canada trashed about with a heated look, something rarely seen from him. But America just chuckled.
"Say Uncle!"
"Non!"
"Uncle~"
"Fine…u-uncle"
America released his grip and helped his defeated brother stand up. They gave out a light stretch highlighting their abs before putting on some short-sleeved v-necks. Canada wore a pale orange one, while America opted for a sea-green color.
Denmark and Russia were now formulating sinful thoughts in their heads; they stood up and walked away in opposite directions.
"I…ah…I need to take care of something, Ja?"
"Da…I have some wood I forgot to take care of" Russia gave a pathetic laugh.
…
"Hey, Al…wanna go for some popsicles?"
"Sure dude, I know this great place down there."
Both nations stopped in their tracks and followed the twins to where they were headed next. This was too…um…important to let it slip by.