“Mira, mira, ambos estàn mirando ahora. Romano es mas rojo que un tomate. El es tan lindo. Y mìralos bizco! Inglaterra ve tan tonto.”
Perhaps the squinting really did help. England couldn’t make out anything substantial, but he was sure he had heard Spain say his and Romano’s names in there somewhere.
America laughed loudly and looked over at England and Romano as well. England quickly straightened his back and looked down at his plate of food. “Dios mio, estàn muy molestos con nosotros. Esto es màs divertido de que lo deberìa ser.”
England had been so focused on his plate of food, and pretending that he hadn’t been trying to eavesdrop that he had not heard everything America said, but one word had made it to his ears. His utensils dropped from his hands.
“What the fucking hell?” Everyone’s eyes shot to Romano. “What the fuck are you talking about over there? You can’t talk about stuff like that in a public place!”
Spain quirked his head and raised an eyebrow, “Romano querido, what are you talking about?”
“You’re talking about molesting us! I heard you!” He pointed at Spain,
“You said our names” Then he pointed at America, “And then you said, molestos. How can you talk about that kind of stuff?”
Spain and America were silent. England couldn’t help but silently revel in this victory. Hah! How were then going to explain their way out of this? England’s reverie was cut short by the sound of uproarious laughter coming from across the table.
“Ellos piensan que ‘molestar’ significan ‘to molest’” Spain, it seemed, couldn’t even be bothered to make fun them in English.
“Si! Es como hablar de estudiantes jovenes!” It was astounding how America could manage to get any semblance of words out through his laughter. Well,
England decided that, that was enough of that. He slammed his hand down on the table. Perhaps it was a bit cliché, but really, the situation warranted it.
“Will you two please speak English!”
“Okay, okay, lo siento England.” America reached across the table to put a hand on England’s shoulder. England shrugged it off. “Look, yeah we were kinda making fun of you, but nothing like what you’re thinking.” America punctuated his sentence with a beaming smile, as though everything had been explained.
“Well, as much as I would love to believe you, I won’t deny what I heard.”
“No, no, you misunderstand. What he said was molestos. It is a Spanish verb, it means ‘to annoy’. You see, nothing bad.”
“Pah, you really expect us to believe you bastards? You already admitted that you were making fun of us.”
“Okay, look everyone, I looked it up.” America held out his smartphone across the table. “See, according to Google, which is an America company so it’s probably right, molestar means ‘to annoy’. So can we drop the subject now?”
England looked at the phone. It seemed the word did indeed mean what America and Spain claimed. England heaved a deep sigh. He did not particularly care to admit that he had been wrong.
“Yes, fine, all right, but if I hear one more Spanish word from either of you I am leaving.”
After that, they ate in silence. America or Spain would occasionally turn to one another almost begin speaking, but then would decide better of it and return to their food.
Finally, 12 minutes later, Romano broke the silence.
“Hey, didn’t you guys say something about Fernando being the father earlier?”
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(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 01:29 am (UTC)(link)“Mira, mira, ambos estàn mirando ahora. Romano es mas rojo que un tomate. El es tan lindo. Y mìralos bizco! Inglaterra ve tan tonto.”
Perhaps the squinting really did help. England couldn’t make out anything substantial, but he was sure he had heard Spain say his and Romano’s names in there somewhere.
America laughed loudly and looked over at England and Romano as well. England quickly straightened his back and looked down at his plate of food. “Dios mio, estàn muy molestos con nosotros. Esto es màs divertido de que lo deberìa ser.”
England had been so focused on his plate of food, and pretending that he hadn’t been trying to eavesdrop that he had not heard everything America said, but one word had made it to his ears. His utensils dropped from his hands.
“What the fucking hell?” Everyone’s eyes shot to Romano. “What the fuck are you talking about over there? You can’t talk about stuff like that in a public place!”
Spain quirked his head and raised an eyebrow, “Romano querido, what are you talking about?”
“You’re talking about molesting us! I heard you!” He pointed at Spain,
“You said our names” Then he pointed at America, “And then you said, molestos. How can you talk about that kind of stuff?”
Spain and America were silent. England couldn’t help but silently revel in this victory. Hah! How were then going to explain their way out of this?
England’s reverie was cut short by the sound of uproarious laughter coming from across the table.
“Ellos piensan que ‘molestar’ significan ‘to molest’” Spain, it seemed, couldn’t even be bothered to make fun them in English.
“Si! Es como hablar de estudiantes jovenes!” It was astounding how America could manage to get any semblance of words out through his laughter. Well,
England decided that, that was enough of that. He slammed his hand down on the table. Perhaps it was a bit cliché, but really, the situation warranted it.
“Will you two please speak English!”
“Okay, okay, lo siento England.” America reached across the table to put a hand on England’s shoulder. England shrugged it off. “Look, yeah we were kinda making fun of you, but nothing like what you’re thinking.” America punctuated his sentence with a beaming smile, as though everything had been explained.
“Well, as much as I would love to believe you, I won’t deny what I heard.”
“No, no, you misunderstand. What he said was molestos. It is a Spanish verb, it means ‘to annoy’. You see, nothing bad.”
“Pah, you really expect us to believe you bastards? You already admitted that you were making fun of us.”
“Okay, look everyone, I looked it up.” America held out his smartphone across the table. “See, according to Google, which is an America company so it’s probably right, molestar means ‘to annoy’. So can we drop the subject now?”
England looked at the phone. It seemed the word did indeed mean what America and Spain claimed. England heaved a deep sigh. He did not particularly care to admit that he had been wrong.
“Yes, fine, all right, but if I hear one more Spanish word from either of you I am leaving.”
After that, they ate in silence. America or Spain would occasionally turn to one another almost begin speaking, but then would decide better of it and return to their food.
Finally, 12 minutes later, Romano broke the silence.
“Hey, didn’t you guys say something about Fernando being the father earlier?”