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After an Allies' meeting, Prussia and Spain walked into the conference room, laughing. They soon spotted France and England and headed towards them.

"So, Spain and I found out something hilarious!" laughed Prussia.

"Oh yea, you guys are going to die, it's so funny. Ok, so what-" began Spain.

"Mein Gott Spain, let me say it. What part of England is in France?" giggled Prussia.

England's face quickly turned a tomato red as France raised an eyebrow while directing his gaze at Prussia, clearly interested in the conversation now. England spun to face France and started yelling at him before Spain could say the punch line.

"I thought we agreed not to tell anyone! I don't know why I thought I could trust you; the whole thing was a mistake. In fact, I'm quite impressed that you didn't blab sooner, you French men can never keep your mouths shut," England spat harshly.

"Vraiment? Tu vas m'accuser? Tu pitoyable excuse d'un homme!" snapped France.

"Stop speaking that stupid language!"

"You didn't think it was stupid last night, mon cher!"

"Last night was a mistake!"

"And the multiple nights before that? You must be a slow learner."

While France and England continued to argue, Prussia and Spain begin to whisper to each other.

"Did you know about this?" asked Prussia.

"Not in the slightest…do you think we should tell them?" replied Spain.

"Nope. Let's just see where this is going."

They continued to enjoy the Anglo-Franco screaming match as it continued to go on for well over thirty minutes.

"I was drunk, why else?" screamed England.

"You hadn't had a single drop of alcohol that night."

"How are you so sure?"

"Because I offered you some wine and you refused."

"Well that was at the beginning of the night, how do you know I didn't just mooch some scotch later?"

"We were at my home, mon chouchou, if you drank any alcohol from my house there is no way possible you would be awake right now."

"Wait, WHAT?"

"What?" asked France innocently.

"You were going to drug me?"

"But I didn't, so it's okay. You enjoyed the paradise that is France, sans alcool.

"OH GOD, YOU BLOODY GIT-"

"SHUT UP! Your yelling isn't awesome anymore, so now you're finished. Besides your bickering interrupted the hilarious discovery I made today," smiled Prussia.

"Quoi?" questioned France.

"What?" asked England.

"No one ever told us about you two. If England wasn't such a hot head we would never had found out you two were…lo-vers," grinned Spain, stressing both of the final word's syllables.

"Our hilarious discovery, was a joke book," sighed Prussia.

"The joke's answer was the letter n – it's inside both England and France," explained Spain.

"But by that logic, I guess the answer could be 'a' as well," realized Prussia. "Or 'e'," he added and his Spanish friend nodded.

"Not as funny anymore," Spain agreed.

"Alors, so if Angleterre had kept his mouth closed," glared France. "Nobody would have known."

England's anger quickly subsided and he sheepishly looked at France.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Pardon?" asked France.

"I said I was sorry."

"Can you please repeat? My foreign ears no understand."

"I'M SORRY OKAY!"

"As you should be," France claimed, nodding.

"You bloody wa-" England began, his anger returning.

"Luckily you can make it up to me, mon coeur. Drinks at my place, everyone's invited!"