"Fello Allies! Listen to me and my total hero voice! We can no longer sit here while the axis plots against us! We must Fight against them, and fight for the right way, the American way!"
Ivan sat the quietly. He wasn't one to talk durring meetings. He began to play with his scarf. "that guy right there is quite interesting." Ivan was really alone with his thoughts at this point.
"I'm Russian, I know everything about snow."
"My homeland is very large and cold and people hate each other quietly."
Arthur sighed. "Idiot! Haven't you noticed that not all of us are American?! Or we're you to busy stuffing your face with hamburgers?" He really hated how his former colony picked up this whole 'hero' act, and his unhealthy food habits.
Francis just smiled and winked at the very attractive young maid standing in the back of the room. "Stupid Arthur, I understand that not everyone can be as perfect as moi, actually not even come close to, Because I mean just look at this!" he looked back at the blonde maid in the back as he gestured at his body with the last statement.
Arthur sighed. "Stupid frog, We aren't talking about your body. Your just made to eat, sleep, make clothes, and have sex. I don't see why your even a county!" He was already irritated by Alfred an didn't need that wanker Francis bothering him.
Alfred smirked, "Freakin British dude! I know my vocabulary can be intimidating, so I'll stop eating this absurd pile of hamburgers so you can focus better!". He then grabbed something else from Mcdonald's to shove into his face. (I know I took this, I just couldn't resist the temptation!)
Ivanwatched the two argue. he looked at England with a sligh glance. He then began to think about how long it would take to take down all of these countries down. 'can't be that long.'
"I'm Russian, I know everything about snow."
"My homeland is very large and cold and people hate each other quietly."
Francis was offended by eyebrow's response. "Non, You're just upset because no one likes you and you can't get laid! Not even your own 'son' respects you! And my beautiful sexy body has everything to do with anything!" Francis shouted at 'eyebrows' while still making gestures to himself for the maid still in the room.
"Alfred Isn't my son frog." He looked down. "He isn't mine to take care of any more." His voice showing regret. His face forming a light blush. He had never told anyone why he didn't want America to leave him, and e wasn't about to. He cursed him self for blushing and going all depressed and he then looked up after awhile his emerald eyes filled with anger. "And I could get laid I I wanted to! I just don't want to be a man whore who surprisingly doesn't have any stds."
Francis looked down with a surprisingly happy look on his face. "Ohononon~ on the contrary! You couldn't get laid!" he stopped for a second thinking through what he was about to say. "You couldn't even get laid by the one person you love the most! Isn't that right punk? Your little boy!!!" He stood now making his exit for the door, knowing full well what he had just done.
Alfred's face flushed of all color and he set down his Mcdonald's. Which is a huge thing for him. A very vibrant red blush crept upon on his cheeks. He was speechless, he knew Francis had gone way too far this time. He glanced up to look at Arthur's face...
that did it. The blonde man got up and ran out the room not caring that the rest of the countries were probably looking at him. "Francis! Where the Bloody Hell are you, you fucking frog?!" He yells, his normal gentleman act leaving him as he was filled with hatred he hadn't felt for a long while. Not since he was a pirate fighting with Spain, but even then he wasn't this mad. The Frenchman was probably the only one who knew how the Brit felt about The American, and now that secret was let out. 'Damn that frog!'
Alfred still stood there awkwardly not sure what to do. It was weird, 'does Arthur actually have feelings for me? If so... he should've just told me.' Alfred thought. He also wondered why the dude would even trust the pervert with a secret like that, any secret for that matter. He looked towards the door and saw Francis run by followed by a very red Arthur. For a brief moment Alfred and Arthur had eye contact before Alfred looked away still trying to hide his obvious blush.
For once Francis was actally running. He hates running 'it hinders his beauty from shining as brightly as the sun' but not right now. He had to get away from the mad man chasing after him. Even through all of this, he regrets nothing! Arthur had previously insulted Francis in front of a beautiful woman whom he was taking home. Then Arthur came and ruined his night and made scared away his company for the night. The Frenchman didn't want to get pounded by him, he really thought he could've said that then left while everyone was trying to process it.