This is my first fanfiction so be kind please, feel free to give me advice as well, thank you. <3
America and England were waiting in the meeting room for the other countries to show up. England had stressed to America earlier that morning that punctuality was an important trait for a gentleman.
England: America, I saw by the look on your face the morning you walked in early...well, earlier than usual...that you were impressed by my being here first. So itâs time to give you a lesson in being respected not only as a country, but as a gentleman.Â
America: âImpressedâ is a strong word, dude, I was just amazed you got up so early to feel like you were first in something. I guess now that youâre pushing me to get here first, I can be the best at this too. I am basically the leader for these types of things, anyways.Â
England:Â stares and stammers T-thatâs not what I meant America, you know that!
America: laughs Alright, alright! Either way, I held the door for you so I was technically the first one here.
England: muttering to himself Stupid Yank, thatâs what I get for trying to instill good manners and etiquette onto such a self-centered- stops and jumps in fright, hearing a voice from behind him
Russia emerges from a curtain just behind the two, but a little closer to England, staring him down
Russia: Actually, it was me who was here first. Does that make me gentleman too England? he continues to stare at England, with the look of childlike chaos that only Russia can achieve, with his tongue slightly sticking out of his smiling mouth
America: Whoa bro, didnât see you there! My bad! I guess being the first one here doesnât mean that much after all. America laughed this off in the least offensive way possible, to ensure he didnât hurt his pride or, more importantly, piss off RussiaÂ
America looks down and realizes that, in fear, England has grabbed his hand under the table and still hadnât let go.Â
America: Hey, Iggy, you do that as a response to fear or-?
England: growing flustered Of course you idiot! You think I just want to hold your hand or something? Thatâs ridiculous!
America: Well, man, I mean who could blame you? laughing again, he turns back toward the table, waiting for the other countries to show up, and also to hide his blushing face
England waits for Americaâs laughter to die down, before looking down and noticing, America still hadnât let go of his hand either.