"Stop flipping you hair, you bloody frog!"
"Why~? It'll loose it's slight wave if I don't flip it every so often."
"It's annoying so stop!"
"You're just jealous~."
"Like hell I'm jealous!"
"Would you two just shut it, aru!" China yelled at the two bickering men.
France and England stopped fighting from where they stood and looking at China. England let out a low growl and sat back down. France sat down, crossing his arms over his chest.
America paused, looking at the two men, then continued with some impossible idea to capture the Axies.
After the meeting, China went up to England and France and pulled them out of the room by their ears, ignoring their protests. "You two interrupt every meeting and it's getting out of hand, aru. Now apologize and stop it, aru!" China ordered.
"What?!" France yelled.
"I'm not apologizing to this wanker," England protested.
"You started it~."
"I did not! If anything, you did!"
"I would never-"
China pounded his fists into both of their heads. "DO IT!" he yelled.
England grumbled. He crossed his arms over his sweatervest and turned away. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"And I'm sorry...that it looks like a cow ate from your hair. Ohonhonhonhon~!"
"You-You arsewipe! It does not!"
China glared at the both of them, making them shut up. "Apologize, aru. No insults, aru. No swearing, aru. Just apologize like men for once, aru!" he yelled, getting desperate and frustrated.
France ran a hand through his golden blonde hair. "I'm sorry," he said somewhat sour.
"As am I," England mumbled.
China left, satisfied and unable to stand the two men any longer.
After he left, England glanced at France. "Also, France..." he started shyly.
"Oui?" France replied, slightly interested.
England mumbled something that France could not understand. "What did you say?" France asked, getting more and more interested by the second.
England gave a pained look and repeated, "Thank you for taking care of me when I was sick."
France smiled, wrapping an arm around the other man's waist. "Of course, mon ami!" The Frenchman laughed his usual, annoying laugh.
England could feel France's hand making it's way lower down his back. Before he could go any furthur, England pushed him away, yelling, "You bloody pervert!" He could feel his face heat up a little. He hoped it was not a blush and that it was just warm in the room they had been standing in.
"You know you love me~," France teased. He waved a hand and walked off.
England felt his face go red. "Yeah..." he mumbled.
