Fake

Back to the older days

Fake. Is it an opinion?  Is it fact? Or is it, a lie? Is it a mistake?

He made up for all he said, and of course he accepted the apology. Things can go back now. Maybe...back to somewhat of the older days.

America set his backpack down in the computer lab, Spain and Canada following in suit. Spain smiled as he went on about things that weren't important. At all. "Tomatoes, tacos, avocados, chilli, tomatoes!!" He said cheerfully. America face palmed, chuckling softly. He could almost imagine Canada saying things related to that. "Maple syurp, pancakes, Kraft macaroni, poutine, maple syrup!!" He chuckled again. What would he say? Easy! "Hamburgers, Heros, Freedom, Coca-Cola, Sprite and Cheesburgers!!"

Each country divided into their rows of computers, finishing soon afterwards and sitting at the round table. America grinned, slamming his hands on the table. "Alright Team Kawaii! We have been officially restored, because of Antonio's apology, and of my foundness of you guysss!" Canada poked Spain on his forehead. "Great to have the group back huh Spain?" He said. Spain smirked, nodding enthusiastically. "NOW. WE CAN PUSH EACH OTHER IN THE SPECIAL ROLLY CHAIR!!" America exclaimed, racing to the blue chair with wheels and plopping down on it. "SPAIN, SIT ON MY LAP DUDE!"

Spain raced over to it and sat on the American's lap. Canada groaned, his head drooping. "I have to push you guys? Really, not fair!" America giggled, sticking his tounge out. "Aww, come on Mattie please?" He whined. Canada rolled his eyes and walked to the chair and placing his hands on the back of it. Then, he pushed and as a the chair began basicly flying forwards from the speed, Spain and America let out louder giggles. Canada pushed them around the whole computer lab before stopping back at the table, panting from effort. "Geez, you both are heavy!" He exclaimed. America pushed the chair to Canada's leg. "Now we both push you!" He said gleefully.

America and Spain let out a loud noise of exhaustion after they finished pushing Canada around the lab. "You call us heavy!" Spain exclaimed out if breath. Canada crossed his arms. "Rude." America hauled himself up off the ground. He gazed at the nearby computer to check the time.

7:59 A.M.

The American huffed. "Time to go." He groaned. Canada slid off the chair and grabbed his backpack, and Spain did the same. "Welp, time to welcome endless headaches and numbers..."

Roman Empire said nothing but a 'Greetings' as the trio entered the room. Other countries stared for a moment, Mexico waving with a cheerful look. America and Spain returned it while Canada just walked to his seat. America took his seat on the floor. Not in the cornor, just on the floor, for Rome had moved the desks around and told America he had to sit with a table. He never said a desk though. Hehehe. It didn't seem he minded though. He was sure if Rome noticed, he would have made a huge speech about it. Almost as long as Canada's rants. And those are.....very very long. Very. Very.

Long.

Belarus glared at America for of course no reason at all. As he was filling in a worksheet the class had to do, Belarus just kept, well, glaring. It made the American feel either scared or irritated. "...do you mind..?" He asked, raising his ocean-blue eyes at the Belarusian girl. Belarus huffed, and crossed ber arms, turning away. "No. I'm just fine thank you very much." She grumbled. America shrugged. Whatever player. What. Ever.

--------

So many days had past since then. Too many to count. Nothing entirely exciting happened.

...until the day Canada told America he had a crush.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN. THE DRAMA, THE USA, THE STARS. OOOH SAY CAN YOU SEEEEEEEEE!