Racing memories

chapter 3

Chapter 3: Why is England speaking of getting married??

Americas P.O.V

After a long circle of arguing, a lot of screaming nations and a near death experience involving a tree branch.. They made their way down the hill and North, because well. North is always good? Their was no real reasoning as to why they were heading straight forward (their version of North) other than the fact that they'd go insane if they were forced to stay in the same place any longer. Belarus looked like she was going to combust any second, and it seemed as if she knew were she was.

After a while, she took the reins. No one really wanted to question her, a sharp stick from the earlier unmentionable incident was in her hand, and anyone stupid enough to defy her was suicidal. Or Russia. But mainly suicidal. Now, America was relying on his weird sense to tell time by looking at his wrist and he was pretty sure that they had spent a good 20 minutes walking. And already.. Complains were filing through. After a half hour they took a short break..

And after an hour they had reached a huge town. Now, if he was basing himself off of the time periodness of their clothing and such, he was pretty sure the place was impressive. The architecture was big, Roman and just absolutely jaw dropping. Many alike were eyeing North Italy in envy and awe only to see the emotions reflect off of his own face. The former, not as heavily.

They neared a center route, stands of people talking and laughing clustered the dirt streets and it was just. Amazing. He was loving this improvise vacation more than he should. America suddenly turned his head sharply, as did many others, when they heard screams and shouts of argument that were so familiar it sent shivers don their spine. a redhead male with block brows was arguing with a smaller blonde with the same brows and green eyes. very familiar green eyes.. and fair skin.. and holy shit, it was England! he could see people staring at them as they stared at the pair, still squabbling in an odd language. suddenly as if in a flick of a switch their language changed to the language of the nations. 

"I'm telling you, you bugger! there is NO way i am going to marry so young!"

eyes  widened at a finally familiar voice. Now, they were especting the familiar British accent but what they got was an oddly softer but more gutteral sort of voice out of the closely 17 year old appearing boy.

'Oi, ye hae tae! thaur is nae option hen igyy!'

America saw some wincing at the thick accent from the redhead.

"Listen you bloody jackass, between the likes of you and Manx, i prefer death!"

the redhead snickered.

"Och loon artie, wooldnae ye hate tae hae yer precioos pure bluid mixed wi' 'at ay a nordic!'

How was the blonde even understanding the other boy?!

" shut your trap! I have nothing against Helena and her tribes, or her peoples blood. The Nordics are great people! but Manx is as much of a prick as YOU are!"

He could hear countries sitting down and resting although he could hear the prickle of, 'who the hell is Helena??!?"

America watched as the blonde stopped at a flower stand and the red head quietly sigh.

"Listen mah wee lion, aam jist sayin', together, we can make th' strongest coontry!"

America strained his eyes to see the blonde male pick up a huge bundle of vibrant red roses and white lilies, with much care, his only acknowledgement towards his partner being a small eye roll.

"Listen Al,"

his heart clenched weirdly to see the boy who was maybe only one or two years younger than him speak,

"I love you and all,"

many eyes landed on the two in curiosity and interest, he heard a few excited twinkles of 

'ooh relationship problemms!"

The red head stuttered and shook his hands with wide eyes, knowing of his future in a way and a few of the locals spared pitying looks, as he opened his mouth to plead.

"Arthur gonnie nae dae thes, gezz a chance!"

" Al. Al, we, I, can't do this."

the blonde juggled the assorted flowers into one hand as he fished out some gold coins from a pouch around his waist. The red heads' face fell drastically as the small male bought his flowers with a small thank you. America and many others winced.

"Arthur.."

the two young men met eyes, both sad, but for different reasons.

"Allistor."

The red head turned away, upset and the blonde put a hand on his shoulder, that was promptly shouldered off making the smaller of the pair sigh.

"Al, please don't be unreasonable!"

the  boy turned to glare at the young England.

"Ay?! Aam bein' unreasonable?! aam nae th' a body leavin' everythin', englain!!"

America could not look away, transfixed on the argument the two were having .

"Listen Al! There is a world to explore, countries to meet and places to inhabit,  I AM DOING THIS FOR US DAMN IT!"

The fight was escalating, his hold on the flowers was becoming tighter and his glare was steady.

"Fur us?! whit us?? ye ur leavin' me!"

Green gazes crashed against each other and they got closer and closer, growling. he felt more than saw Belarus stand and head towards them. he reached out to her quickly.

"Nor for long Al! God, why are you being so difficult!"

the red head picked the smaller male by the collar, snarling and Belarus struggled in his hold.

"Ye ken exactly wa aam behavin' loch thes arthur!"

France stood abruptly, as did many others as Japan and Netherlands, worried the two would start a fist fight. the locals just ignored them.

after a tense moment, the biggest plot twist happened, and they all watched in confusion as the two violently kissed, quickly holding each other.

when they split, they glared at each other slightly, before laughing slightly and started walking off. America looked at them in shock and he heard many alike gasp and a few chuckles. 

Belarus groaned in annoyance, and pushed his hand off of her before literally running up to them making some people look at her. America look after her in disbelief, and shook his head as she literally turned her back on them.  Not even a day in this new place and so much had already happened.. he sighed and prayed to whatever higher being was up there to make things easier for their stupidly hard lives, as he ran after them,  the others slowly following.