America's Crazy Ass States

South Italy Is Still Avoiding Taking America On A Fucking Date - Part 2

(Note - oof. There's a lot of translations. I don't know if they're all right but eh. The translations are at the bottom and along with some notes. There are fewer notes than the other main storyline chapters so yay.

Anywho a little warning. The point of view changes quite a bit in this chapter. It'll change between France, South Italy, and North Italy. I hope the switching doesn't give you guys whip-lash.)

Francis sighed contentedly as Ludwig called for a lunch break. 

Eyeing Matthew and Alfred, he bounced over and ruffled their hair. Alfred pouted at him while Matthew glared. Francis raised an eyebrow at the Canadian's rotten mood. 

As Arthur joined, the group set off towards the lunchroom 

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Francis offered an excited American a slice of his flamiche. Chuckling as the young man stuffed his cheeks. 

Across the table, Arthur huffed. 

Francis snickered to himself. He had suspected that the brit was jealous of his relationship with Alfred ever since the Revolution. The man's jealous side really came out when the Secretary of State John Kerry referred to France as "our oldest ally". Arthur had ignored the American for months until Scotland smacked some sense into him. 

Smirking, Francis reached over and patted Alfred's head. The boy turned to him with his big blue eyes and chipmunk cheeks. 

"Tu est si mignon, petit la." He cooed, smug as watched Arthur tense up out of the corner of his eyes. Pulling back, Francis glanced over just in time to see Matthew roll his eyes. 

Noticing his twin's moodiness, Alfred swallowed his food. "You're moody today, did someone piss in your maple syrup?" He joked, chuckling a bit. 

The Canadian gritted his teeth while giving Arthur a dirty look. "Yes someone did." 

Said nation looked nervous and stammered. "It was just a big misunderstanding." 

Matthew growled and Francis couldn't help but think how well of a response that would get in bed. 

"Tell that to my piss filled maple syrup, you ass!" He snapped. 

"Didn't know you were into that kind of stuff, Angleterre." The Frenchman purred, getting extreme enjoyment at the Englishman's reddening face. 

Arthur huffed, "why don't you shut up for once?" 

Francis sniggered, "make me". 

Arthur twitched and lunged across the table. 

Scrambling, the two nations proceed to have a girl fight. Ya know, the pulling each other's hair, scratching, and biting type of fight. Arthur ended up knocking Francis into China, causing the nation to spill his lunch. 

Slowly turning around, China glared at the two. 

Deciding to save his own skin, Francis pointed to Arthur. 

The furious man looked at the Englishman and twitched. "You know, England, I heard that cooked caterpillars are quite popular." He hissed. 

Arthur let out a girly shriek as China tackled him. 

The other nations in the lunchroom watched in amusement as he managed to get up and run away with the other man on his tail. 

Brushing himself off, Francis pulled himself off the ground. 

Sitting down gracefully, raised an eyebrow at the snickering twins. 

"FRANCIS~, China gonna kill him!" Alfred whined while Matthew smirked behind his hand.