England burst through the doors, almost crushing poor Sealand who was unfortunate enough to be trying to sneak into the meeting at that moment. America continued in hot pursuit with the rest of the world not following far behind as England ran down the meeting room’s seemingly endless hallway, hoping to find some safe haven. Unfortunately, America was significantly faster than him.
You're wrong when it's right, It's black and it's white, We fight, we break up, We kiss, we make up,” America sang as he caught England around the waist. The Brit struggled against the American’s strong grip as America gave him a peck on the cheek. At that, England turned a brilliant shade of red and elbowed America in the gut and ran like hell, knocking over the Baltics as he went.
“You!”
England could not believe that America was still chasing him… wait what the hell?! There was no way. Was that really…?
“You don't really want to stay, no.”
It was. Oh my fucking god America was chasing him on a fucking segway.
“You! But you don't really want to go-oh.”
America sped up and England kicked it in the gear. No way in hell was he being attacked by that freak and his bloody segway.
“You're hot then you're cold, You're yes then you're no, You're in and you're out, You're up and you're down.”
After running into Spain and squishing the tomatoes that the brown haired man was holding and getting chased by an extremely angry Romano all the while still pursued by singing!America on his segway (Was he really so out of shape that he needed that thing to propel him around?) Finally, England rounded a corner to find a door that he could most likely hide behind. He ducked in before either that tomato bastard or the singing git could round the corner, see him, and chase him into the room.
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Okay, so threeish or so parts to follow probably within the week. This is already longer than I thought. @_@
Re: Hot n Cold (UsUk) [1b/3]
You're wrong when it's right, It's black and it's white, We fight, we break up, We kiss, we make up,” America sang as he caught England around the waist. The Brit struggled against the American’s strong grip as America gave him a peck on the cheek. At that, England turned a brilliant shade of red and elbowed America in the gut and ran like hell, knocking over the Baltics as he went.
“You!”
England could not believe that America was still chasing him… wait what the hell?! There was no way. Was that really…?
“You don't really want to stay, no.”
It was. Oh my fucking god America was chasing him on a fucking segway.
“You! But you don't really want to go-oh.”
America sped up and England kicked it in the gear. No way in hell was he being attacked by that freak and his bloody segway.
“You're hot then you're cold, You're yes then you're no, You're in and you're out, You're up and you're down.”
After running into Spain and squishing the tomatoes that the brown haired man was holding and getting chased by an extremely angry Romano all the while still pursued by singing!America on his segway (Was he really so out of shape that he needed that thing to propel him around?) Finally, England rounded a corner to find a door that he could most likely hide behind. He ducked in before either that tomato bastard or the singing git could round the corner, see him, and chase him into the room.
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Okay, so threeish or so parts to follow probably within the week. This is already longer than I thought. @_@