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Aph: If Your Name Is... Ch. 8

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Chapter 8: …America, then I would choose the 'run over' option

"Bloody hell! Stay away from me, you frog!"

"All I want is compensation."

"For what!?"

"For this lovely mark that your toy left on me."

"He's not my toy! And you deserved that! You shouldn't burst into people's hotel rooms!"

"I just wanted to join in on the fun~. He didn't have to throw a lamp at me…"

"France, shut the hell up." A voice threatened from the other side of the table. Both France and England turned to see America glaring intently at the Frenchman. America was not happy. He was hungry and pissed about the prior night's events. All America had wanted was for him and England to spend some quality time together. More specifically, the American had wanted the Brit panting and nearly screaming his name on top of the bed sheets that would forever be stained. And he had been so close. The older male had been prepared and everything, but a certain tipsy Frenchman just had to jump in and ruin it all. America's aura practically seethed with hatred as he sent daggers at France.

England was also quite angry as well but he was more embarrassed than anything as he glanced at all the nations who were listening in. The Brit was pretty sure his face was on fire. France chuckled nervously.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." He replied before he started heading to his seat. But not before turning back to add another comment with a lewd grin. "Oh, by the way England, I never knew you were such a masochist!" England's face erupted into a furious red.

"You bloody bastard!" he screeched while France ran to his seat next to Spain. The two friends shared a fist bump with a smile.

"Ha! I was right! Prussia owes me money now!" Denmark exclaimed as he jumped up. England was struck speechless.

"Masochism originated in Kore- oh… wait."

"Don't even finish that sentence aru!" Random nations started interjecting their thoughts while England tried to argue his way out of the situation with little success. Italy looked confused and turned his head toward Germany.

"Germany? What's masochism?" he asked with his head tilted. Germany head desked. He didn't really want to explain it. The thought of England being a masochist was already screwing his mind up as is. The German looked over at America, who was sitting next to him and still glaring at the French nation. Germany sighed.

"Could you stop glaring at France like that, bitte? You look like you're thinking about where to hide his body." Germany commented to the blonde American. He smirked a bit, his blue eyes not leaving France.

"That's not what I'm thinking about." The other sighed in relief.

"Good." The on America's face twisted into an evil smile.

"I already know where I'm going to hide his body. I'm trying to decide if I want to run him over with my truck or stab him repeatedly with a knife first." He chuckled darkly. The German stared at him for a bit before he face palmed. The morning was not going the way he planned.

It began with his older brother and Hungary needing to be picked up at 4:00 in the morning. When Germany had gotten there, he wasn't happy to find out that he had been correct about the woman being Hungary. And boy, she had been smashed. In the car she randomly began singing show tunes and Prussia had joined her! Italy had been so confused by the older woman's behavior that he finally ended up using the excuse 'it's not really big sister Hungary, it just looks like her!' Germany didn't know what to make of the situation and to be honest, he didn't really care at the time. He was tired.

Then there was the brunch. The food could not be done soon enough it seemed. Germany just wanted the nations to be able to eat together without worrying about international problems before they would all head back to their respective countries. But there they were, arguing like always. The West German just couldn't win. As he glanced around the room, he noticed that two people were missing, Hungary and his brother. Prussia hadn't been on the couch when Germany had gotten up that morning. Check that, he hadn't been in that house at all that morning. Germany looked over at his brother's empty seat and noticed that Bulgaria was chatting the Romanian's ear off like usual. She seemed very distracted about something. Then his eyes darted to the empty seat next to Austria, who was busy arguing with Switzerland. The situation just seemed very odd to him. Germany felt Italy tug on his arm. He turned his attention to the worried Italian.

"Germany? Where's big sister Hungary and big brother Prussia?" The larger nation bit his lip.

"I don't know. I guess they're still hung over." That was the only explanation the German could come up with.

"So wait, you'll all become one with Russia, da?"

"Um… No."

"That's right! Tell him Norge!"

"You're annoying Anko." Germany was about to stand up so he could silence the room, but before he could, the doors flew open and two nations rushed in. One of them was panting while the other had a smile on his face.

"We're sorry for being late!" the exhausted female exclaimed. Everyone stared at them.

"Dude! Took you long enough Prussia! You owe me money!" A certain Dane yelled with a smile as the countries proceeded to their seats.

"What? Why?"

"I was right! England's a masochist!"

"I knew that already. We were betting on whether or no America was a sadist. I bet he was."

"Oh yeah… that's right. So hey America! Are you a sadist?" Denmark questioned. England's face exploded red again as he looked at the confused blonde.

"I don't know. Am I, Iggy?" he asked his lover. England swallowed hard.

"You are when you take your glasses off…" America never remembered what happened whenever he removed his glasses. He seemed to just change… like he had a split personality or something. The usual America was hyper, illogical, insane, possessive, ADHD, and sometimes ridiculously sweet and romantic. The other America (without his glasses) on the other hand, was calm, logical, rational, still insane, very possessive, passionately lustful, and a complete sadist when it came to England. The Brit trembled slightly. He still had marks from his last encounter with glassesless America. But England secretly liked the pain. France smiled.

"Prussia is right. Sorry Denmark." He told everyone, causing Denmark to pout, Prussia to smile wider, England to head desk, and America to grow even more confused.

"Yes! Now pay up! I'm so awesome!" The Prussian demanded.

"Damn it. And I'm more awesome still." The Dane grumbled as he dug through his wallet to pay his bet to the other nation, who kissed the money before sticking it in his jacket pocket. Hungary rolled her eyes before she sat in her seat. Austria had a nervous expression on his face.

"Um… Hungary? About last night…" He began with a worried tone before the brunette female shook her head.

"Whatever. I don't care. It's alright." She replied even though it was a lie. Austria noticed this but before he could say anymore, she began talking to the nation on her right (aka: Bulgaria) who had realized that Romania wasn't really listening to him. Bulgaria made a mental note to ask her what she was thinking about later.

Romania's violet eyes were focused on Prussia, who was boasting about being more awesome than everyone while Denmark and America (and Bulgaria from afar) argued with him. Her heart was beginning to pound. She had spent most of the morning trying to build her confidence to be able to confess her feelings for him. Poland, who was sitting across from her and next Lithuania and Latvia (Latvia was poking Estonia for gum), winked at her with a smile. The female blushed lightly and nodded.

Prussia had finished and was making his way towards his seat. Her heart beat sped up again as he got closer and closer, wearing his usual smirk. Romania struggled to find her voice.

"Um… G-Good afternoon Prussia." She finally managed to get out. He looked at her and waved.

"Hey!" was all he said. Before Romania could start apologizing for the day prior, the Prussian grabbed his chair and dragged it over to where Hungary was. He shoved it between her chair and Austria's, earning him an annoyed/confused glance from the Austrian, and sat down in it. Every nation had their eyes on him. The East German leaned on his fist and focused his red eyes on the Hungarian beauty.

"Hey Lizzy~." Hungary turned to him and smiled.

"Why, hello Prussia. Nice to see you next to me." She replied with a small giggle. Austria's jaw dropped. She hadn't yelled at him or tried to hit him. The world had to be ending. There wasn't any other explanation. Everyone else also starred in amazement, including Romania, who was hurt by the fact that the albino had moved his chair away from her in the first place. Random reasons started to flow in the countries' minds, many not wanting to vocalize them. Finally, Denmark jumped up and asked what everyone else wanted to ask.

"What the hell? Don't you two hate each other? Why are you both being nice?" Prussia smiled inwardly.

"Time for the awesome show to begin. All eyes on me…" Prussia noted in his mind. He quickly grabbed Hungary's hand, shocking her at first until she remembered the plan. She blushed and intertwined their fingers while the male gave everyone a slightly surprised glance.

"Didn't you all know? Hungary and I are dating." He told everyone. The room dropped a few degrees.

"WHAT!?" Everyone yelled at once, save Romania, Austria, and Bulgaria, who were too appalled to speak. Bulgaria slowly put his hand on top of Romania's in comfort. Prussia's internal smile grew. He knew he was succeeding.

"Ja! We figured out that the reason we fought so much was because we liked each other. So now we're dating." Prussia continued. Romania froze.

"This can't… be happening. It just can't be…" The Romanian female tried to convince herself. Her eyes were locked on the man she loved, who had just admitted his love for another. It was breaking her. Austria wasn't fairing too well either. He kept telling himself it was a nightmare and that he would wake up soon. But no amount of pinching seemed to help. Poland looked confused and worried. Something wasn't right. But the two who seemed the most confused were France and Spain, who were staring at their friend before looking at each other. Spain mouthed a 'Wait… what?' to France while France shook his head.

"Prussia… what the hell?" the Frenchman whispered to himself. He knew Prussia. And the albino had never claimed to have feelings for Hungary. Ever! He had always talked about a certain dark blonde Romanian. France and Spain didn't know really what to think. The other countries in the room seemed to cope with it rather quickly.

"Okay. Cool. Congrats." Denmark finally said. Many of the others said similar things. Prussia and Hungary smiled.

"So far so good." They both thought at once. Neither of them liked holding each other's hand; it felt wrong, but what was a little acting if it means you get what you wanted most in the end? Well, that's what the duo believed anyway. Bulgaria's grip on Romania's hand tightened.

"Are you okay, malkoto mi tsvete?" he whispered. The Romanian was still trying to process what had just happened.

"See… I knew it. He would never want me." The sad thought drifted into her mind and planted itself there as she stared at the table. Romania couldn't look at Prussia's smiling face any longer. She couldn't stare at his smile that was meant for another girl. She just couldn't do it.

"I'm fine…" The female replied, causing the Bulgarian's chest to tighten. He knew she was lying.

"So! Who wants food?" Germany stated, trying to shatter the tension. The food was finally done, and many nations jumped up to eat. The brunch was relatively quiet, save the random bickering. Italy was strangely quiet and that worried Germany deeply. After everyone ate, Denmark jumped up on the table again.

"Hey, everyone! For those of you that are not flying out tonight, myself, America, Spain, Prussia, and  France are having  a party at a club here in town tonight! You should all come!" he announced with a huge grin. There were mixed reactions.

"And I'm so sure that there's no risk of anyone getting arrested with you bunch running it, right?" England asked sarcastically. France and Spain jumped up on the table as well.

"We can't guarantee that!" France chimed. Spain just waved at Romano and earned the middle finger in response. Spain pouted.

"You westerners and your crazy parties, aru."

"Crazy parties originated in Korea!"

"Pfft! You wish! Hey Iggy! You should come!"

"My flight leaves early in the morning tomorrow…"

"But Iggy? Please?" The American begged. England blushed. He couldn't win.

"Fine, fine. But only for a bit." American tackled his lover while other nations made their comments.

"I like, totally would love to! You'll like totally come too, right Liet?"

"As long as it's not a gay strip club."

"Norway! You need to come!"

"Anko, you're annoying. No."

"What!? Come on!"

"We should go Netherlands!"

"Why, Belgium?"

"Because if Spain is hosting it as well, then I'm sure it's going to be fun!"

"… I hate that guy."

"Ah, don't be so stingy! Let's live a little!"

"Germany! We should go too!"

"But Italy-"

"Please??" A sigh was earned.

"Okay… If that's what you want Italy."

"Yay!"

"You all become one with Russia, da?" The room went silent as all eyes fell on the creepy Russian.

"Stay away you commie."

"I'm not a communist anymore."

"Yes you are."

"But Amerika, I'm not."

"I refuse to believe your lies!"

"Don't you dare talk to my brother that way!"

"Ah! More commies! As the hero, I will defeat you!" Belarus didn't like that response too much so she began to chase the blonde American around the room with a kitchen knife. Prussia took this chance to talk to Denmark, who was still on the table.

"Yo, Denmark."

"Yes?"

"I won't be going tonight." Prussia told him. The Dane instantly frowned.

"What? Why not?" The other chuckled.

"I've got a date tonight." France and Spain glanced at Prussia curiously. Austria had long since stopped looking at the couple and was instead staring at the tacky red carpet. But he still heard the Prussian's words. His heart sank. Hungary smiled.

"Sorry. Previous plans." She added.

"A pity. Guess we'll just have fun without you." He responded.

"You do that." Bulgaria was in deep thought. After a bit, he whispered in Romania's ear again.

"Are you going to go to the club tonight?" He believed that some fresh air and some time away from Prussia would help her pull herself back together. Romania was quiet before she sighed.

"Maybe." Was all she said. She was doing all she could to hold back tears. The female prayed to herself that all of this was just a sick joke or a bad dream.
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Two chapters in one week? wow, bet u all feel lucky! haha Anyway, enjoy! Fave and plez comment!!!

btw, 'malkoto mi tsvete' means my little flower in Bulgarian (that's what I've been told at least ^.^')
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stingkid59's avatar
The story is really good! P.s. I'm almost done with my next hetalia fanfic myself!