"Wait up you idiota!" Lovino caught up to Alfred quite quickly, grabbing his arm. The american laughed a bit, patting the Italians head."Yeah yeah, whatever you say shortie."
"I am not-a short! You're just ridiculously tall!"
"Mhm, we can say that~"
Alfred smiled as they reached the coffee pot. Lovino and him chose to chat while the coffee was brewing, talking about how things were going back at their home countries. South took a good look at Alfred, putting a hand on his chin.
Alfred laughed a little, watching the coffee pot. "What are ya looking at little dude?" Lovino glared up at him, crossing his arms. "Do NOT-A call me little dude jackass!" He huffed, tapping his foot. He looked at his jacket, raising an eyebrow. "Why the hell is your jacket so big?" Alfred snickered, pulling out a large coffee mug from his jacket. He then pulled out a second mug for the Italian, smirking at his reaction.
"I-wha-the fuck? Why? Alfred how the heck-" The Italian just gave him a flabbergasted stare, not sure how to react. Alfred smiled, setting the mugs down onto the coffee table. He winked, giving him the finger guns."I'm Mary Poppins lil' dude!"
Lovino's eyebrow twitched, his glare deepening. He playfully slapped him in the arm, putting on a little show for the bystanders. He took in a deep breath, sending a barely noticable wink towards the american. (Alfred knew what it meant, they've known eachother for years). Then he yelled, "DONT CALL ME LITTLE DUDE YOU CAZZO-"
Alfred gave him a nod, noticing that the coffee was done. He picked up the coffee pot and filled the two cups 3/4s of the way, knowing that they both liked to put stuff in their coffee. He poured some creamer into Lovinos cup, and sugar into his. Alfred handed him his coffee, taking a sip out of his own.
"Whatever you say short stack." He started to walk back towards his seat, lovino clinging to his arm again. He started some small talk, attempting to ignore the stares from across the room. "Now- I heard that you and your brother bought a new car recently?"
"Sí sí, both him and I have been getting-a bored lately so we have been fixing up cars together." Lovino took a sip of his coffee, softening his glare. "For such a clumsy bastardo, he sure is precise." Alfred nodded, agreeing full-heartedly. They both knew that North wasnt as clumsy as he make himself out to be, but nobody else needed to know that.
Alfred looked up to Feliciano, as well as Lovino. They were older than him, and helped him out when he had first become a country. They were the ones who fueled his love of foreign food. Feliciano helped him with his hobby of woodworking, so he knew that the Italian wasn't as clumsy as everyone thought.
"You're right about that, he definitely knows his way around a car, or any non-living thing that moves really." Lovino lightly smirked at the blondes comment, taking a sip of his drink. "Well-a of course! He is my brother, and one of the best mechanics in Europe! He is a lot of things, but torpe is not one of them."[torpe=clumsy, not sure if that's right tho-]
"Dang, we should totally fix some cars together sometime." Alfred yawned, taking another sip of his coffee. "I have a few oldies that need to get repaired back at my house in California- I havent gotten the chance to fix them yet."
Lovino thought about it for a minute, and nodded. Why not? Alfred is like a little brother to him, and he would be able to do something with Feliciano without Antonio butting in. He would be able to be a proper brother without anyone butting in, hitting two birds with one stone!
"Sí, why the fuck not?" Lovino shrugged, looking over at his brother as they reached their seats. "We are going to be in the states for a gallery viewing in a few months early, it just means we dont have to pay for a hotel." Alfred nodded, smiling.
The american say down, placing his cup on the table in front of him. He stretched, freezing when he heard stomping from behind him. Ludwig pinched the bridge of his nose, while Feliciano just sighed.
He looked around confused for a moment, before his eyes widened with realization. Alfred sighed, putting his arms back down. He placed his elbows on the table, massaging his temples. He knew who was behind him, and was nowhere near awake enough to deal with him.
"Alfred F Jones! Where have you been you bloody git? And why the hell didnt you wait for me?!?"
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A Nuclear Retaliation
FanfictionOur hero is tired of how he is being treated, and is ready to retaliate. He could do it alone, but he wants to find his allies. His real allies, not the ones he thought were his friends. Hes on a mission to find other countries that are going throug...
