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America had no idea, whatsoever, that the rumor mills were running at full speed. Tongues were wagging and hot gossip was being traded all over the world. However, none of the countries talking about her, were willing to talk to her just yet.
Yet, she did notice that Russia was glaring at her midsection at the next meeting. The aura around him seemed to radiate fury and he pulled her to the side to tell her that he did not appreciate 'being led on'.
What the hell was that about?
The Star-spangled nation stared at him as if he had lost his mind, but she had nodded quickly, not wanting him to get anymore bat-shit crazy than she already thought he was. Plus, she was still avoiding him after that whole... misunderstanding about asking for his 'help'.
Which never happened, she decided firmly.
She would have mentioned the strange behavior to England, but every time she neared the Island nation, he suddenly could not be around her. Her blue eyes also caught a glimpse of him sneaking sips, of what she had the sneaking suspicion was not tea, quite frequently.
That and England was actually starting to ramble to France. So yeah... he might be wasted.
Hungary kept coming up to her and promising that she would get Finland to come around. America tried to ask her 'to what?', but Hungary just kept winking at telling America she knew.
Heaven help her, she just didn't understand anybody anymore!
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The events of the last meeting did not sit well with Sweden. Who had tried to calm Hungary down to no avail. Finland would not tell him why she was upset. So they had all parted ways to return to their homes.
Peace had prevailed for perhaps a week at the most. Then everything tumbled down hill quickly.
Sweden was responding to a plea for assistance from Finland. Which was odd, because he did not know that Finland was having any problems. Other than that incident last week. Then Hungary had called Sweden a few moments later, snarling about how Finland had abandoned America.
The stoic nation had attempted to tell her that it had been centuries ago, and England had taken care of America after that. All things she already knew. However, it was Hungary that told him something which made Sweden blanch. Sweden was certain that he knew everything about his ally Finland.
Except, for the fact that he might have sired a child with America.
And, that instead of choosing to take responsibility, Finland had tossed the pregnant nation to the way side. No, that could not be. Finland would never have done such a thing.
As Sweden made a bee-line for the meeting, hoping to sort out the mess, he paused as he overheard a very distinct voice.
"Shh! They'll hear if you aren't quiet."
America? Sweden's icy blue gaze narrowed behind his glasses and he moved closer to the door, which was barring him from seeing what was going on. He would just ask America to confirm what Hungary had told him.
However, there was a bump, followed by a round of giggling.
"Canada!" America said breathily.
Sweden stilled, unable to move from what he was hearing.
"Sorry," the more timid northern nation mumbled. "I got carried away."
"I'll say," the female nation replied with approval in her tone. "Then again, it has been a while, huh?"
"Too long," Canada groaned and there was quite only broken by rhythmic thumping. Then the sounds of obviously heavy breathing.
America and Canada? Sweden could hardly believe it was occurring.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry," The male northern nation said, and then the thumping continued.
"Easy there tiger," America replied, panting.
They were!
Sweden turned, intent on informing Hungary that Finland might not actually be the father of America's child after all. Sweden felt a swell of dismay in his chest. He knew he should not have let the other Europeans near America, she had turned out far too promiscuous for her own good. What a shame!
He had failed to open the door, and so, he had no way of knowing that the Northern nations were taking the lunch break to get in a quick workout. In an empty room, they had moved the desks and were working on a Zumba routine.
However, because other nations tended to criticize America, Canada had agreed to exercise with her without the music on. The pair watched a YouTube video on America's tablet. Yet, as they were not perfect at the routine, sometimes they bumped into furniture, or stepped on each other accidentally.
"Feel the burn!" America said a little loudly.
Canada grinned at her, trying to keep in time with the video.
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"... It had to be the largest one ever, I don't even think I could fit it in my mouth."
Germany would have passed by, unheeding of America talking with Belgium and laughing softly. If he had not heard her next sentence.
"Those Germans, you know?"
The blonde male nation halted, and actually backed up two steps to peer into the room. Belgium slapped America on the arm. The two women gave each other a look that Germany could not quite catch.
However, the last time he had a chance to speak with America, it had been in a women's restroom, with him trying to remove her hand from a wall dispenser. The Star-spangled nation claimed she thought it had candy.
It had not.
But it had been a horrible four hours for Germany, just because he was worried other nations would think he was perverted.
He blushed at the memory of it alone. Yet, America started smiling and there was a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks.
"That big?" Belgium asked with wide eyes, her green gaze was riveted on America.
The exuberant nation nodded quickly.
"Dude, it was huge!" She replied enthusiastically, using her hands to show an impressive size. "All I could do was stare in awe."
Belgium looked excited too, and Germany had a sinking feeling that they were talking about...
No. No, they would not be speaking of something so inappropriate, in a world meeting of all places. Of course not. He was just being ridiculous and-
"I swear, that thing could stuff anyone to the brim."
"Wow." Belgium vocalized, then appeared to think over what America was saying. "So did you...?"
Did America what? Germany's mouth gaped open as he stared at them in disbelief.
"Oh I wanted to," America assured the other female nation. "I kept thinking about how good it would taste, and-"
"But you didn't?"
"Well, it was a bad time." The Northern nation confessed, looking very disappointed.
Germany forgot how to breathe, as his mind could only play connect-the-dots, and all of it centered around America talking bout something of his in her mouth.
"How was it a bad time?" Belgium demanded, nearly in exasperation.
"I don't wanna talk about it," America mumbled blushing to the roots of her hair. "Let's just say it involved the Bathroom and leave it at that."
The European nation reeled back, his blue eyes were riveted to America's face as she blushed nearly darker than he was. America had wanted to...? With him? Germany had no idea! He felt as if steam was about to come from his ears, so he decided that he needed to retreat from the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment.
However, there was a fluttering in his chest at the thought that America found him that attractive. Though, he was a little disconcerted that she'd been staring at his crotch that much. Or that she was talking to Belgium about it.
Meanwhile, America looked at Belgium nearly mournfully.
"It was the best German wurst I'd ever seen, and I couldn't even have it because I'd eaten England's scones earlier."
"Oh," Belgium nodded sympathetically. "You know better."
"I know," America groused, "but it makes him happy, and he's my ally."
"Well, there will always be next Oktoberfest."
America whined unhappily at the thought it was still months off. "Wanna go with me this year?" She asked Belgium.
Belgium agreed. She really enjoyed the food at the festivals as well.
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For Spain, it was simply an inopportune moment. He'd turned the corner, and was able to see someone moving in one of the rooms. His curiosity was piqued, and he moved forward, wondering what was going on. No one was supposed to be here.
The only reason Spain was even in the building, was because he had accidentally left a USB drive with some pertinent information on it, and went back to retrieve it.
His green eyes landed on something he never expected to witness. America... in a man's suit and tie. There was a disturbing lack of cleavage on her chest. Was she truly that flat? Her hair was slicked back into a ponytail, and for the life of him, she almost looked like...
Southern Italy.
Then it struck him like a live wire. America... America was really a man!
Oh! It all made sense now. Why she had never swooned at his charming demeanor, was painfully obvious now. America was a man, a strange western nation that had never outgrown cross dressing. A little bit like Poland.
He was just like when Spain had been the boss of Southern Italy. How could he not have guessed? Spain snickered to himself, and was about to leave, when another door opened.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, America-san," the stoic voice said lowly.
Japan? What was Japan doing here? With America? Did he know America was a guy?
America grinned, and waved him over indulgently.
Spain's eyes widened even more as Japan got to his knees in front of America. Directly in front of where a man's ... well, manhood... usually was.
The romantic nation was thrown for a loop. Not only was America a man, but he was lovers with Japan?
He hid his blush behind his hand, and Spain wandered off. This was clearly not a time to be interrupting. He had to tell Southern Italy!
"Is it too tight?" Japan asked, after Spain had left.
"It's fine." America said with a pleased look on her face. "I think it will be an excellent present."
Japan nodded thoughtfully.
"It is not too long?"
"No, Japan, it's great." America said sincerely, with a kind smile.
Japan looked down and back up.
"That you for agreeing to this, no one else was the right size," he stated in a reserved and calm voice.
"No problem dude!" She said with a shrugging her shoulders, "what are friends for?"
Japan blushed slightly, but went back to hemming the inseam of the left leg. His brown eyes were focused on his task. America was a the only one he had asked to help him make this suit, and she had agreed to keep things quiet so that the gift would remain a surprise.
"I am hungry though, can we eat after this?" She asked out of the blue, holding perfectly still.
"Yes," Japan said, not bothering to pause from his task.