ρнiℓiρρiทє x sмυτs [Another Book I Regret Writing]

The Treaty Of Paris [Amerika]

[**~~~**] - smut

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"Philip..Philip what?"

Spain sighed and responded in a thick accent. "Named after a prince."

"Yeah, but why the last part?" America looked around the room and cautiously stared at the treats. "His Spanish name is Las Islas Filipinas. Filipinas is just a nickname for Filip."

"Mhm..." America picked up the teacup and examined its floral design.

As they both steadily observed each other, the door had suddenly been barged open, and in came a French guard with a country at hand. "I am sorry to interrupt, but I have found an écouteuse!" [eavesdropper]

America inwardly laughed once seeing the eavesdropper's face; the guy looks like that Japanese chick he dated. He coughed and stopped himself whence that man has thrown him a condescending glance.

"¿Filipinas? ¿qué estás haciendo aquí?" [What are you doing here?]

Now that America has seen him closer, he hasn't noticed how mesmerising that eavesdropper's eyes looked. One that's yellow that twinkled from the light that passed through the window, and the other a shade of blue, conveniently hidden in the shade. The way he's glaring somewhat makes him look cuter.

"Tout d'abord, laissez-moi partir bon monsieur." [First of all, let me go good sir]

America blinked from surprise, especially to see such a petty smile from Filipinas.

"..take him to the earliest train to the deck."

The boy widened his eyes as the French guard grinned.

America wanted to intervene, yet he couldn't, he was too focused on observing the foreigner's facial and body expressions, especially the way he and Spain had one last stare-down before leaving.

"..I hope old habits die hard. He has...tendencies, to eavesdrop."

Spain sighed. "He's only good if it's someone new, you'll soon be used to it."

"..he knows French?"

"Ah..si? He was a scholar that graduated with a medical degree. He's surprisingly smart. Very smart."

America seemed impressed. "Has he mastered any other languages?"

There, Spain have suddenly chortled. "I don't know any specifics, but he always surprises me with a new language every time I visit. So far, it's French, Portuguese, German...Dutch, even Latin... and I remember hearing him practice English, too."

"Interesting..."

Spain looked over and grinned. Was there a chance that he could raise the bargain-

"Well, he's already sold. I'll be going ahead," America stood up and took his coat off the seat, and as Spain was about to stop him, the American immediately shot him a smug look. "There's no more room for bargain, remember that."

America has finally left Spain behind.

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"Hey!"

America grunted as he tried going through the crowd that snarled every time he bumped into them. It wasn't a good look on him.

"Ah- gosh, finally," America huffed as he found the foreigner. "You're coming with me."

"Ah-?"

The American has accidentally tugged on the other, and eventually, that other sighed and came along with him. Instead of going somewhere shady, America thought to go somewhere nice, just to have a good first impression.