"No." England stated as he looked to America. America laughed and took hold of the cream fill donut.

"Just try some England. It taste good!" America laughed. England rolled his eyes.

"Grow up you bloody git!" England hissed. America moved the donut closer to England and England kicked America in the leg making the American squeeze the jelly from the center of the donut and place both hand's on his hurt leg. England closed his eyes and felt the jelly hit him. He opened his eyes and spread his finger's watching the vanilla pudding slowly drip off his finger's. He fell to his knees and looked down at his ruined uniform. America kept his eyes closed as the kick from the Britt really did hurt. Just then the meting room door's opened and France stopped in his track's. Spain, Prussia, Romano, Italy, Germany, Canada, Japan, China, Hong Kong, South Korea, Iceland, Taiwan, Norway, and Denmark where all standing there with wide eyes. Well almost all of them. England blinked and looked over with bright green eyes. America looked at England and covered his mouth so he wouldn't laugh. This did not look good at all.

"Angleterre!" France called running over to England. He helped England to his feet and then turned glaring at the American. "America you better start talking because if I find out you forced him I swear to god I will take the closest broom and shove it up your ass!" France hiss. America stepped back and put his hand's up.

"No dude you don't get it it's a mistake!" America yelled. France had enough. He pushed America up against the wall and America looked at France with wide eyes.

"Don't touch Angleterre." France hissed. At this point a hand on his shoulder made France look back to see England.

"France stop it. It was a mistake. The git squeezed some vanilla pudding from the donut on me! I kicked him in the leg." England stated. France dropped America and looked at England. No red cheek's heart rate fine no panting.

"Pudding?" France asked. England nodded and wiped some off his face. He took it in his mouth and France looked at him with wide eyes.

"See. Pudding. That's it." England stated. France looked at England and then ran his thumb over the Brits cheek. He then tasted the pudding and then looked to England.

"Oh." France stated. England smiled and looked down at his outfit.

"Well then. I'm going to shower and change." England stated as he turned to walk out. France raised an eye brow and smiled.

"Oh cher wait for moi!" France called out as he ran after the Britt. The nation's moved to the side letting France passed and Denmark and Prussia looked down the hall to see England smile at France and run off. France was chasing the Britt down the hall and the two of them sighed.

"Let's not expect them back for a few more hours." Denmark stated.

"Damn he work's fast." Prussia added.

The End.

Got bored and this happened... O.o Oh my... My mind is in the gutter tonight! Alright Review! I love reviews! They make me happy and make me write more story's! Good night every one and have dirty dream's! Just kidding you sick minded people. XD Love you all!

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