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Not An Addiction [3/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Pfft. Totally de-anoned lastpost, so here it is again.

This is totally not where I expected this fic to go.

But I think I like it.

If OP is still around... well, I don't think it's quite what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy.

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"Where's America now?" Germany groaned. England was ignoring the nation outside of meetings, a sort of revenge against being manhandled into checking on the younger nation. Germany didn't care; it wasn't like they talked anyways.

"I'm here, I'm here." America hurried into the room and quickly took his seat, opening his laptop and waiting attentively. Germany cocked an eyebrow at this, but didn't bring up America's seemingly drastic personality change. He was able to start in with no interruptions, and the when Italy stood up there wasn't even a shouting match about which was better: pasta or McDonald's (it was an argument that brought out the worst in the Italian, and Germany wished that the nation could have shown a fraction of the enthusiasm during the war).

"I suppose we can let out for break," Germany said when he saw the time on the clock. "Only America, England and France haven't gone. Then we'll be able to finish." Everyone looked relieved by the break, and a little surprised that America hadn't already left a dust trail on his way out the door. In fact, the man looked far more interested in the work on his laptop, something that England was tempted to praise (not that he would).

"America, are you hungry?" Japan walked over the man, and America quickly clicked out of a screen. His notes were at the front, somewhat organized but not looking as though he had spent any amount of time on them.

"I'm good," he said. He waved the nation away. "I've got a burger in my bag."

Japan was tempted to press America to see if something was wrong, but decided that he could leave it. England hadn't told them what had happened when he had gone to get the nation a week before, but he had assumed that the younger was sick and had probably pushed England in a corner or something. The two were incredibly stu-naive around each other. It was rather interesting (though painful) at times. Anyways, back on track. The American was probably still not feeling his best, and it would be rude to call him out on it.

So Japan left the room, and America was left alone inside.





"Have you been in here the entire time?" England asked when he walked back into the room. America either didn't hear him or he ignored him, and instead continued clicking on his laptop. "What the bloody hell are you doing on that thing? Don't tell me you're still playing that sodding game." England marched over and stared at the screen with narrowed eyes. America chose not to switch out of the window like earlier, and England had a feeling he knew why.

America was grinning. It was a creepy grin, one that reminded him of the tense years during the Cold War.

"What is that?" England asked slowly.

"Russia."

"Ah." As though that explained everything. "So... Why is he..?"

"Commie kept stealing my newspaper." America finally looked away from the computer to look up at England. The Briton looked caught between amusement, horror and disgust.

"But..." England snorted. He didn't need to know. "Forget it. Just... turn the damn thing off, America."

"No way!" America protested. "I need to finish this!"

"America, turn. It. Off."

"No. I. Won't."

"Damn it, America! Just turn it off and get ready for the meeting! You're supposed to be up next!"

"No way! I'm busy! I worked hard to get this far, I deserve to see it through to the end!"

"Th-wh-that's the stupidest bloody thing I've ever heard!" England sputtered, and America glared at the computer screen. The glare didn't last long; the grin returned quickly. "Just get ready and-"

"Why am I on fire, comrade?"

A chill raced up and down England spine as the Russian leaned over America and looked at the computer screen.

"You were cold," America said sarcastically. "Damn commie."

Re: Not An Addiction [3/?]

[(Anonymous)]

"Why am I on fire, comrade?"

A chill raced up and down England spine as the Russian leaned over America and looked at the computer screen.

"You were cold," America said sarcastically. "Damn commie."

that was...WIN!!! lol