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*England's POV*
As I am dragged down the hallway, I keep on struggling, trying to get back to the meeting room. Christ, this is on a par with the time France tried to force me to marry him. Wait… I don't recognize this part of the building.
"America, you bloody child, put me down. NOW!" I growl at the Yank through my teeth.
"Geez, keep your panties on Iggy." He drops me onto my feet. I stumble slightly, then dust myself off and straighten up to my full height.
"Okay, so… what is so important that you felt the incessant need to pick me up and drag me away a damsel in distress from one of your crappy cliché romance movies?" Crossing my arms over my chest, I stare intently up at my former colony.
"Well…" He sings "… If your gonna to act like a sour puss, I'm not gonna tell ya!"
"Just tell me, git" I roll my eyes and tap my foot against the wooden floor impatiently.
"Well, what I'm going to tell you is very sensitive information…" He slowly walks towards me, smirk growing on his face. I take small steps backwards – not that I'm trying to keep my distance or anything – until my back hits the wall. He keeps on advancing until he stands less than a briefcase width away from me. Leisurely, he rests his right palm on the wall next to my head and leans in. Panicked, I press myself closer to the wall. He bears down on my ear and whispers to me.
"It's of the highest security clearance… sure you can handle it, my little Artie?"
"A-A-America, now see h-here-" Then his lips are pushed, rather forcefully, against my un-yielding ones. I stand, forced against the wall, with America's chapped lips moving over mine, trying to force my compliancy.
No. This is wrong. No. This isn't right. I don't want to be kissed by Alfred. Only by…
*Ludwig's POV*
An awkward silence is left in the wake of Alfred "kidnapping" Arthur, everyone staring dumbfounded at the door. Three minutes later, France breaks the silence with his trademark laugh.
"Ohonononon~ Looks like Angleterre's going to get some!"
Shut up you Idiotisch pervers. I narrow my eyes at the flamboyant Frenchman but turn away as I hear the door open. Hoping that it was England was the one to walk through the door, I am disappointed. Spain, lounging on a stern faced Austria with both north and south Italy trailing closely behind. Upon seeing France and I, Spain and north Italy (respectively) bound over and jump onto us. France is knocked to the floor by the force, whereas I stay standing.
"Germany! Germany! How have you been, Germany? I've been really good. Spain's being really nice to me, Austria too. Romano's still grumpy, but my hug therapy is helping. Only last week Romano wanted to cuddle while we where in bed. It was reaaaally nice." I let all of Italy's babble wash over me, just nodding at the right times. "Ooh, ooh! JAPAN!" he unlatches himself from me, only to near rugby tackle Japan off his chair. Italy doesn't seem to notice Kiku's grimace of pain and small intake of breath. Empathizing with Japan, I walk over to the two and pick him up, setting him back on his own legs – much to the energetic Italian's displeasure.
"Hallo Japan" I bow to him as a sign of respect, greeting him in a low voice.
"And to you Germany-san" He bows back to me, with a small intake of breath that I pretend not to notice – thank gott that Italy is so unobservant.
"I hope that you are well."
"Hai, I am. And I hope that you are well also"
"Ja, ja I am-"
"Kiku! China's going to loose it with Korea."
He signs dispondantly. "We will talk later, hai?"
"Ja" "Si!" Japan then walks back to his siblings, leaving Italy and I in an awkward silence.
"You never did say how you are, Germany…"
*England's POV*
I shove America off me with as much force as I can muster.
"What the bloody hell was that?!" I spit at him venomously. He stares at me, a heart broken yet determined gleam shining in the blue orbs
"It was a kiss… duh." He stalks back over to me and shoves me back into the wall, try as I might I can't get away. Struggling, I kick his shins and stamp on his feet – it does nothing – I even go as far as to try and punch him in the face but he pins my hands above my head. My eyes open wide in fear as Alfred dips down and captures my lips in a bruising kiss.
"Greetings Comrades" America stops the kiss and growls at the newcomer. I turn my head to see the innocent smile of…
As I am dragged down the hallway, I keep on struggling, trying to get back to the meeting room. Christ, this is on a par with the time France tried to force me to marry him. Wait… I don't recognize this part of the building.
"America, you bloody child, put me down. NOW!" I growl at the Yank through my teeth.
"Geez, keep your panties on Iggy." He drops me onto my feet. I stumble slightly, then dust myself off and straighten up to my full height.
"Okay, so… what is so important that you felt the incessant need to pick me up and drag me away a damsel in distress from one of your crappy cliché romance movies?" Crossing my arms over my chest, I stare intently up at my former colony.
"Well…" He sings "… If your gonna to act like a sour puss, I'm not gonna tell ya!"
"Just tell me, git" I roll my eyes and tap my foot against the wooden floor impatiently.
"Well, what I'm going to tell you is very sensitive information…" He slowly walks towards me, smirk growing on his face. I take small steps backwards – not that I'm trying to keep my distance or anything – until my back hits the wall. He keeps on advancing until he stands less than a briefcase width away from me. Leisurely, he rests his right palm on the wall next to my head and leans in. Panicked, I press myself closer to the wall. He bears down on my ear and whispers to me.
"It's of the highest security clearance… sure you can handle it, my little Artie?"
"A-A-America, now see h-here-" Then his lips are pushed, rather forcefully, against my un-yielding ones. I stand, forced against the wall, with America's chapped lips moving over mine, trying to force my compliancy.
No. This is wrong. No. This isn't right. I don't want to be kissed by Alfred. Only by…
*Ludwig's POV*
An awkward silence is left in the wake of Alfred "kidnapping" Arthur, everyone staring dumbfounded at the door. Three minutes later, France breaks the silence with his trademark laugh.
"Ohonononon~ Looks like Angleterre's going to get some!"
Shut up you Idiotisch pervers. I narrow my eyes at the flamboyant Frenchman but turn away as I hear the door open. Hoping that it was England was the one to walk through the door, I am disappointed. Spain, lounging on a stern faced Austria with both north and south Italy trailing closely behind. Upon seeing France and I, Spain and north Italy (respectively) bound over and jump onto us. France is knocked to the floor by the force, whereas I stay standing.
"Germany! Germany! How have you been, Germany? I've been really good. Spain's being really nice to me, Austria too. Romano's still grumpy, but my hug therapy is helping. Only last week Romano wanted to cuddle while we where in bed. It was reaaaally nice." I let all of Italy's babble wash over me, just nodding at the right times. "Ooh, ooh! JAPAN!" he unlatches himself from me, only to near rugby tackle Japan off his chair. Italy doesn't seem to notice Kiku's grimace of pain and small intake of breath. Empathizing with Japan, I walk over to the two and pick him up, setting him back on his own legs – much to the energetic Italian's displeasure.
"Hallo Japan" I bow to him as a sign of respect, greeting him in a low voice.
"And to you Germany-san" He bows back to me, with a small intake of breath that I pretend not to notice – thank gott that Italy is so unobservant.
"I hope that you are well."
"Hai, I am. And I hope that you are well also"
"Ja, ja I am-"
"Kiku! China's going to loose it with Korea."
He signs dispondantly. "We will talk later, hai?"
"Ja" "Si!" Japan then walks back to his siblings, leaving Italy and I in an awkward silence.
"You never did say how you are, Germany…"
*England's POV*
I shove America off me with as much force as I can muster.
"What the bloody hell was that?!" I spit at him venomously. He stares at me, a heart broken yet determined gleam shining in the blue orbs
"It was a kiss… duh." He stalks back over to me and shoves me back into the wall, try as I might I can't get away. Struggling, I kick his shins and stamp on his feet – it does nothing – I even go as far as to try and punch him in the face but he pins my hands above my head. My eyes open wide in fear as Alfred dips down and captures my lips in a bruising kiss.
"Greetings Comrades" America stops the kiss and growls at the newcomer. I turn my head to see the innocent smile of…
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i'm sorry that it's taken soooo long but i lost this chapter twice!
i'm sorry that it's taken soooo long but i lost this chapter twice!
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