Okay this isn't actually crack I guess, but the rough draft of this was nothing but crack I swear.
Enjoy!
England was ready to die.
They were at a world meeting.
And currently discussing;
FrUk vs UsUk.
At a meeting.
A world meeting.
An actual world meeting.
Who does that?
England didn't know what to do. France had his arm slipped around his waist seductively, smirking at him tauntingly.
"Just look at this! France and England are so cute together!" Squealed a Hungarian.
"I ship FrUk~ Honhonhonhonhon" The Frenchman laughed mockingly. England was still a blushing mess, even though he knew the frog was being sarcastic. Well, he hoped so at least.
"But UsUk is so much better! It'd be fluffy and everything! Plus France and England absolutely hate each other don't they?" Exclaimed a Belgian girl.
"Yea FrUk doesn't work, UsUk is better."
Everyone shut up.
"America, are you saying you like England? ~" Taunted Hungary, batting her eyelashes at America.
"W-What? U-Uh no! W-Who...w-when did I s-say that?!?!?!" America stuttered. England's eyes dilated.
'America liking me? Impossible! Well, sure I do really like him, no, love him, but what are the chances of him liking me back?'
"Sure you don't~" Sang a Prussian.
"I just think FrUk is a bad ship. T-that's all." He crossed his arms. France faked looking hurt.
"Quoi?!? FrUk is a belle ship! I think it would work, wouldn't it Mon cher?"
"No, it would definitely not. Now get off me you frog!" The flustered Brit screeched, pushing France off him.
America glared at France. 'Yea get off him stupid France! The ship wouldn't work. He's mine anyway...'
"Kesesesese~ Looks like someone's getting jealous~"
"Why are you even here Prussia? Isn't this a place for actual countries to go?" America snapped. Prussia's ruby eyes dulled and he turned around.
"Fine...geez." He mumbled. Hungary was trying to hold back laughter while um, is it Candia? Cana? Cand? Canada? Canada! Canada ran over to hug the Prussian making the girl coo.
"Ve~ big brother France and England don't work! England's too mean! France could get hurt!" Cried Italy. England glared at the brunette while France tried not to laugh.
"See? Italy has a point. N-not that I think England is evil or anything!" America tripped over his words.
"Ah, Angleterre isn't evil~" France sang, slipping both arms around the poor Brit, hugging him close. America was fuming by now and he hoped to god that no one noticed his red face.
"It depends on your definition though, oui?" France was dangerously close to England's blushing face. Out of the corner of his eye America thought he saw Hungary faint, but he didn't really care. He pushed the Frenchman out of the way and put his arm around England.
"Leave him alone France" He said coldly. France chuckled and put his hands up in mock surrender.
"Whatever you say Amerique~"
