crazedpandachick

 Four hours. You were breathing so hard it felt like a mallet in the back with each exhale. You had come over to Spain's house, as you often did, to practice dancing and hang with one of your best friends, him.   He looked over at you, and grinned. Bastard. His breathing was hard, but he obviously wasn't nearly as tired out from the exhausting dance the both of you had been working on for the last 240 minutes.     "Here." Spain said cheekily, offering you a water bottle. "Have a drink".You caught your breath. The light caught his hair making it shine. His cheeks were flushed, and his long, drool worthy body stretched out elegantly. You'd s

"Come on ____________," Your brother America, otherwise known as Alfred F. Jones to you, called. "I'm coming," you said sprinting down the stairs to meet him. "Do I really have to go to this meeting big brother? I'm only a state after all," you said sighing. Truth be told, you wanted to go to the meeting to see him, the guy who no one understood and who none of the allies really liked, but then again it meant you had to see Arthur (England) and you knew he would be in a bad mood again. "Of course you do Alaska," he said calling you your state name, "now come on before we're late." "When are we not late?" You asked laughing at your brother. "W