“ AW BUT IGGY!~” America threw out his bottom lip as he whined annoyingly at the British man. “IT’S GUNNA BE SOOOOOO COOL! I SAW THE FIRST ONE AND I NEARLY PISSED MY PANTS!” The American countinued to pout.
“Why the Bloody HELL would I want to pay to see something that will make me go in my pants!?” England pushed America away with a disgusted scowl. “Really, you Americans are-”
“Bonjour l'Amérique ! What has Angleterre said to upset you now ?’’
France Gracefully pushed past England and wrapped an arm around America, placing his free hand on his hip ; turning to England with a mocking disapointed look. America shifted, slightly uncomfortable with having France so close to him ; he sighed,
‘England won’t go to see a scary movie with me ! He’s being a scaredy cat !’ America crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks out. France blinked really ? that’s all ? so boring… oh hey, maybe… France grinned something similar to the cheshire cat ; sending chills up and down England’s spine.
‘OH ! Ma petite Amérique! It eez easy fix ! I shall go with you instead of grumpy Angleterre’ France stated as he wrapped both his arms tightly around the younger nation ; putting emphisis on his French accent, simply because he knew England hated it. America beamed at France,
‘REALLY !? GREAT ! IT’S GUNNA BE SUCH A COOL MOVIE ! I SAW THE FIRST ONE AND IT WAS SUPER SCAREY !! I HEAR THIS ONE IS TWENTY TIMES MORE SCAREY THOUGH !!! DUDE I CAN’T WAIT ! I’LL TRY NOT TO PUKE THIS TIME !’ America blurted out random things in record speed, jumping ; well, ATTEMPTING to jump up and down in France’s death grip. He let out an akward squeeling noise and England and France both raised a brow at him, ‘ I WASN’T GUNNA GO BY MYSELF CAUSE I THOUGHT I’D GET TOO SCARED AND RUN OUT ! BUT NOW THAT I HAVE SOMEONE TO GO WITH ME WE CAN HEAD OVER THERE NOW AND SEE THE NEXT SHOWING !!! THIS IS GUNNA BE AWESOOOOOOME !’ America wriggled out of France’s arms and seized his collar, ‘C’MON FRANCE ! WE DON’T WANT TO BE LATE !’ America let out another excited yip and violently dragged France off to the movies. England stood stiff as a rock, staring at the shapes of France and America until he could see them no longer. He blinked. Then it clicked. OH GOD.
-a few moments later-
America tapped his foot impatiently, crossing his arms and letting out an overly dramatic sigh, ‘ GAAAAAAWWWWWD, why is it taking so long to get the frickin’ tickets ? MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE THE TICKED LADY IS RETARDED AND DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO DO HER JOB !’ France slapped America’s shoulder, ‘ What ? it’s not my fault SHE’S RETARDED’ America made sure to lift his voice so everyone in line could hear him. France gritted his teeth.
He’s such a priss ! he’s happy one second and mad the next ! if i didn’t know any better i’d think he was on his period… France sighed and glanced at America, he has such a cute little face but he’s such a pain…
‘FINALLY !’ France looked up to see that the people in front of them had got their tickets and were taking their leave, ‘ IT’S ABOUT TIME !’ America huffed, but then emediatly stiffend. America’s eyes met those of a unhappy young man.
‘ What movie would you like to see JACKASS ?’ France hardly stifled a laugh as America turned bright red, ‘ Well ? WHAT’S TAKING SO LONG ?’ the man mocked America and flipped him the bird. America turned even more red, if it was even possible. France sighed and took out his wallet.
‘ I apologize for my friend’s earlier rudeness, two to that movie please’ France handed the the man his money and took the tickets.
‘ have a shitty time’ France glared at the man before grabbing America’s arm and pulling him into the theatre, ‘ kids these days need to learn to respect their elders, right Ameri-’ France jumped when he noticed that the little bubble of energy was no longer at his side, but instead standing over by some old lady franticly waving his arms at France.
‘ COME OOOOOON ! WE HAVE TO GIVE OUR TICKETS TO THIS LADY BEFORE WE CAN GO IIIINNNN !!!!’ America shouted across the lobby, catching the attention of some confused onlookers ; France smiled. Looks like he was back to his perky self in no time, he walked over to America and handed the lady the tickets. She ripped them in half and handed them back to France, ‘ Have a nice time boys, two on the right’ France’s stumach churned a little bit, but he blew it off.
‘ America ? you didn’t buy any sweets ? or a soda even ? that’s weird’ France poked at America as they headed in and got in their seats.
America glanced at France, still beaming from his excitement, ‘ Hey don’t judge me, I don’t eat food when i see a scarey movie, i’m afraid it will come back up !’ France smirked, what a silly excuse. America looked up at the screen, the movie hadn’t started yet, he sighed and slumped back in his chair. France yawned an casually slipped his arm around America, who quickly shoved his arm away and back to its rightful owner, ‘ Don’t do that’ America warned, his face slightly flustered but still mad. France put his hands up defensivly.
‘J'ai été tout simplement se moquer !’ France smiled as America furrowed his brows.
‘ You know I can’t speak French’ America frowned, crossing his arms and turning back to the screen, the previews were coming on now.
‘Vous êtes mignon quand tu es fou…’ France poked America’s face and he in turn wipped his head back to France with a growing look of frustration on his face. He raised his voice, not loud enough that the people around them would get mad.
‘ I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING TO ME! IF YOU’RE GOING TO TALK TO ME SPEAK ENGLISH !’ America frowned when France smiled at him.
‘ I was only messing with you America, the movie is starting now’ America turned his attention back to the screen, his excitement blooming once more.
About thirty minutes of the movie had passed and France was not amused. Nothing had happened yet, just some girl carrying around a camara and something about a baby and the pool cleaner blah blah blah. France could think of other, more entertaing things he could be doing. ‘ America, nothing has happened ye-’ America held up an annoyed finger the France’s lips to silent him.
‘ It’s called suspense ! we all know something is gunna happen we just dont know whe-’
CRASH
America’s eyes widened as he flug his arms out and around France, who had also been startled by the noise and had his arms around America. America quickly looked to the screen to see the main lady freaking out at a suddenly trashed room, pots and pans alike flying off the shelves. America shivered a bit, now practically on top of France, who was now leaning further back into his seat, America whispered, his voice quivering, ‘here comings the scary stuuuuffffff’ both nations tighted their grips on eachother, France gulped,
‘I changed my mind, this movie is deffinitally creepy’
-After Movie-
America and France headed out of the theatre and stood under the roof, it had started raining. America looked at France and smiled, ‘THAT WAS SUCH AN AWESOME MOVIE ! THAT PART AT THE END WHERE THE POSSESED AUNT WAS STANDING IN THE HOUSE CREEPED ME OUT SOOOOOO MUCH, AND THEN SHE KILLED THEM ALL AND TOOK THE BABY ! AAAAAHHHH IT WAS SOOOOO SCARY !’ America shivered, remembering the scary movie, he glanced at France. He didn’t look as shaken up as he did, ‘ DUDE ! You can’t TELL me you weren’t at least a LITTLE scared !’ America frowned and punched France’s shoulder. France smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
‘ I guess i was a LITTLE scared.’ America burst out laughing.
‘A LITTLE SCARED !? A LITTLE !? DUDE YOU WEREN’T JUST A LITTLE SCARED ! YOU WERE CLINGING TO ME FOR DEAR LIFE ! I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO EXPLODE !’ America continued to laugh and France un-characteristically began to blush, but it quickly disappeared as he grinned at America.
‘ But you were holding me just as tight Amérique’ America’s laughter haulted as his face grew an akward shade of red. He cleared his throught and kicked at the ground. France pulled out his phone, ‘I’ll call somebody to come get us, i don’t want to walk in this rain, okay America ?’ America nodded. France typed in a few numbers and raised the phone to his ear, ‘Ah! bonjour, pouvez-vous me chercher et un petit ami jusqu'à? oui, nous sommes allés au cinéma’ France glanced at America, who looked confused, probably trying to understand what France was saying. That’s cute. ‘Merci beaucoup !’ France clicked his phone closed and put it back in his pocket. America raised his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly towards France.
‘ So ?’
‘ He’s coming to get us’ America sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. There was a small moment of silence that didn’t settle right with France, he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. America gave him a warm smile.
‘ Hey, Thanks for coming with me France, I had a great time, people don’t hang out with me much lately and I was getting lonely.’ France smiled at America before wrapping his arms around the younger nation. America felt akward in this position but decided to go along with whatever France was doing anyways. He took his hands out of his pockets and wrapped his arms around France’s waist. France pulled his head away so that his and America’s noses where almost touching.
‘ I don’t mind spending more time with you if that makes you happy America’ America smiled at France, ‘ vous avez le plus beau sourire…’ America frowned once again.
‘ France you know i ca-’ America was silenced by France’s mouth covering his own. He felt the heat quickly rising to his face as France continued in deepening the kiss. America let out an akward noise, something like a gasp a cough and a hicup all at the same time, when he felt France’s fingers twidling with his messy blonde hair. America lightly tried to push France away at first but then found that he actually didn’t mind and decided to kiss him back. They shared this moment for a while, then-
‘WHAT THE BLOODY HELL !?’
America and France quickly pulled apart, startled. They looked to their left and saw England, and God did he look mad. England stormed over and shoved France away from America, His face was red as a ripe tomato, ‘ W-WHAT WERE YOU DOING !? I KNEW YOU WOULD DO SOMETHING TO AMERICA !’ England threw his hands in the air and France rolled his eyes.
‘ Go away England ! What me and France do is none of your business !’ America was almost as red as England. He crossed his arms and glared at England and motion for him to leave. France smiled and England’s jaw dropped.
‘ W-WHAT !? YOU REALLY !? W-WHITH H-HIM !? WHY !? NO !’ England pulled at his hair and stormed away, devistated. France chuckled and America grinned at him. France took America’s hand and they stood together sheltered from the rain and waited for their ride.
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