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Lunch 🥪 (part 1)

As the day went on, lessons passed as usual.

USA was having quite a regular day. He sat down at the sun-gleaming outdoor basketball courts with Mexico and Canada.

An awkward silence spread over them.

...

"Sooooo... anything interesting happen??"

USA asks, leaning against the basketball hoop pole whilst munching on a cheeseburger- sunglasses tipped on the edge of his (non-existent) nose

"Not muc-"
"Shouldn't we be asking you that?"

Canada was suddenly cut off by a smirking Mexican.

The Mexican took a bite of his taco, his sombrero slightly tilted down-shading his eyes. He was sat with his back to the wall with one leg bent up and the other straight- his sombrero perfectly shading his face as if in a detective movie.

"Huh?" The American replied automatically, tilting his head sideways in confusion. He was scanning through his day trying to find anything that could be the result of this "smirk"

"Amigo mío, ¿no puedes sentir el amor en el aire? Será mejor que me invites a tu boda!!! Seré tu compañero, diablos, en realidad no me importaría ser dama de honor. Tengo un bonito vestidito-"
The Mexican waffled , suddenly cut off by Canada.

"Riiiight I'll leave you guys too it.. eh? I have
...uhhh...ice hockey practice,"

A dumbfounded Canada - who did not understand a word said (just like his brother)- slowly finished his Mac and cheese, standing up- backing away and enthusiastically gripping his gym kit bag before speed walking away.

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Different POV:

A bejewelled grassy field swayed softly in the wind- many countries strolling, chatting and of course , revising. A tranquil environment-
Suddenly broken by an agitated Australian- his eyes fixed to his target as if he were hunting, shoulders rising, ready to pounce but resisting. He trudged over to the prey, stomping the floor so hard, it may have left dents.

The tall Serbia slowly rotated hearing this, chuckling with his face staring towards the floor - a man much taller than both Australia and him stood behind them. A black fashionable coat draping down his arms- a stone cold face. North Korea.

Australia wasn't slowing down.

"Right' listen ere ya litl bogan" - he stated through bared teeth somewhat reminiscing a mixture of his dads and his own accent.

He gripped Serbia by his collar pulling him close to his face- a mixture of fire, furrowed brows and utter disgust spanned it.

Nonetheless, the Serbian remained composure and still grinned  with a dangerous expression on his face - he himself pulled closer to the Australians face.

"I'm...listening" he hisses in a raspy slithery voice.

"U ain't goin' da tuch muy mate."
He replies almost instantly without batting an eyelid. His strange accent thick as yogurt

"Mhm... and why would I do that?
what.
will.
I.
Get.
In.
Return?"

he responds- slithering through his mouth,  only millimetres away from Australia's face.

Realisation suddenly spread across the shorter male's face as he backed away and broke his hunting stare lost in thought for a second

"Anything" he replied reluctantly after a few seconds. Re-fixing his glare and putting on  a brave expression .

"That's what I thought~" Serbia straightened his posture.

Between all the hate Australia hadn't even noticed time flying.

"Now... listen very, very clossseeellyyy" serbia hushes beneath his breath
"Russias younger sister. Win her heart."

At this even North Korea smirked.

"Who, Ukraine?!" Australia responds in a slight shock. It hadn't hit him yet.

"хе хе хе хе ха ха"

"Belarussss" he slurped. Leaning in his ear.

Retracting slightly just after saying so, but still, close enough for him to see Australias pupils dilating and shaking back and forth like a camera lens trying to focus.

Australia stood still as a statue panic over taking his body. Almost shivering. Belarus- one of the most confident, with the most connections. One of the several who hadn't fallen for him. She was the pack leader of the girls. She could destroy his life.
Not only this,

Russia would kill him.

He wasn't exaggerating.

Satisfied with his work, Serbia turned on his heel leaving the poor boy alone. North Korea departed his own way too.

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Sorry this chapter took so long I have end of year tests 😅
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