Chapter 16, Three words: Punk, Beach, Surprise.

After the end of the second meeting which was after a few months before the incident with the sleeping England, it started with a question from England to London,

" Do you want to go to the beach?"

Which lead to our scene now at the near by London harbor.

England was riding through the streets in punk clothing; a black Union Jack shirt, with a red checkered scarf wrapped around his neck, wearing a skinny black jeans and checkered slip-on vans. What was he riding in? A fucking Suzuki Hayabusa(1), one of the second fastest motorcycles in the world that could go up to 248 miles per hr. A gift from Japan, go figure. It was pure black too, and he was wearing a Scorpion helmet(2); tell me that your nose is close or is gushing out a red substance known as blood. Because there is like, 28 girls and guys in traffic that are reaching for the tissues right now. 5 of them just happened to be countries.

It was a normal day for the Italy brothers and the bad touch trio; well, normal on the account that the weather was a nice 73 degrees fahrenheit in London, which is once in a blue moon.

The Italy brothers were in their red ferrari, for once, mindful of the speed limit; since the eldest did not want a speeding ticket that caused him to stay here longer than he needed too. While the btt was in a normal, luxury rented, BMW.

The two separate parties were just minding their own business when England had pulled into the street, the light turned red, obviously causing them to stop when the drivers looked to the right, or in Spain's case turned left since he was the driver, they saw England; in all his punk glory.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" yelled Romano. Luckily his window was closed, so no one but his brother had heard him.

"Ve?~ What is it fratello-" and Italy couldn't finish his sentence because he was busy doing the same thing Romano and Spain, and most likely France and Prussia, was doing: starring at England's ass. Which was hugged by black skinny jeans, ironic huh? Unfortunately, all parties, for some unknown reason, imagined themselves being the bike. If you think about it, it'll look like England is over you doing; well I think i'll leave that to you. So, this picture lead all five (plus others) scrambling for a tissue before the light turned green.

Luckily, they all had successfully found one seconds before the lights turned green. I don't guaranty though that they were all reaching for their phones first. England was, and maybe for the best, oblivious of their actions.

Since London had arrived at the beach first, England grabbing their stuff, the country was alone as he parked his motorcycle and strolled through the beach parking lot; after paying the parking fees of course.

"Arthur!"

London on the other hand was shirtless, wearing black swimming trunks that had the union jack printed on the pockets, he was also wearing one of those shoes you could swim in, and he was wearing sunglasses that if you looked in a certain way, made his forest green eyes glow. He was coming in riding a skateboard, causing many girls and some guys to look his way as his back and abs glistened with droplets, since he had just got out of swimming. Plus that tattoo that was on his back and abdomen glowed even more as he stopped the skateboard, grabbed it, and started jogging toward England. Causing the droplets to slide down his back. Since the brothers and the btt were here too, they drooled as they took pictures. Kiku of course was just down the corner with his camera as well, along with Hungary. Heck, even the rose near his shoulder added to his appeal.

"Hello William," England, or Arthur now, replied warmly as his brother pushed his sunglasses to his forehead.

"Sunscreen?" he said first before William could say a word. His brother laughed and shook his head,

"Of course brother, i'm not an idiot. Now, let's get some fish and chips shall we? I'm famished".

Arthur smiled and nodded as he walked with William to the said food, in which they also ordered pop; Coke of course. That's the only drink that could satisfy in a weather like this. The beach was considerably crowded, due to the once in a life time, nice summer weather. Well appeared to be like that anyway.

After getting the food and drinks, with nearly hours of trying to find a nice secluded spot, they finally found one; not very far from the parking but they were nearly the only ones there so it was a nice change from the crowd. Arthur brought out the blanket and umbrella and they sat, quietly watching and eating as the waves lap up as the tide began to slowly rise and fall eventually.

"Hon hon hon, quite romantic non?"

William didn't hesitate to throw his empty Coca Cola at the intruder's head as said intruder fell to the sandy beach, knocked out cold.

"Francis, you bloody have a giant nose since you keep sticking it into everything. Frog face bastard," William scowled.

"But when there is Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio are not so far behind," Arthur pointed out. William sighed as he yelled at the rocks to their right,

"ANTONIO! GILBERT! FELICIANO! LOVINO! Get your asses out here!"

The four came out shamefully as they were discovered, London sighed and patted to his left,

"If your going to enjoy London at it's rarest time at the beach. Sit over here, we don't have enough space in this blanket to fit all of you; however, it's your fault. You could have asked you fucking idiots".

"Ve~ Your not mad at us?"

Arthur shook his head and chuckled a bit, "Of course not, you finally get to see London in all it's glory. Or his, take your pick, but you could have asked before stalking us. Besides, it's April 22".

"And what does that mean, tea bastards?" asked Lovino.

Arthur and William smiled at the same time as the sun finally set, a blur of a ship beginning to approach, the two stood and grabbed the beach towel and umbrella, signaling the other four to stand as well as they walked into the sea.

"I thought you couldn't swim," said Antonio.

"I fixed that," Arthur simply said.

"You still haven't answered my question tea bastard".

William smirked as the next few words left his lips, leaving the nations speechless, including France who got up and followed a few seconds later; he revealed information no one knew yet.

"Why, it's a day before our birthday. So let's have some fun shall we?"

They didn't even realize they were walking on water.

A/n: And their you go, chapter 16. Thank you again Trick for helping out from a serious case of writers block. And thank you guys who reviewed, followed, and faved. I own nothing but the story line and William. That's all, review, follow, or fav, (mostly to those who didn't already) or what ever floats yer boat and thanks again for reading this (mostly) piece of crap. Good bye!

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