apologizes for that, but perhaps England-san should try starting from the beginner's level first?

you just suck at games, period.

refuses to play on beginner level-he won't be out-matched by a two-dimensional game, and that's for...children and beginner's!!

he's better than America at video games...

he's better at you in real life and video games. And anyways, why do old men play video games...? =3=

sees nothing wrong to begin at the lowest - it is the ambition that counts. "If you try your best, you might even reach the super secret

level with a secret ending, England-san."

under the impression that America was terrible at real life, hence the reason he buried himself in games and comics.

blinks, glancing over at Japan. "...Super...secret level..?

you just wish you were as good as him.

nods. "Hai, it's a...very good level. Every gamer's wish come true, if I may say so."

knows he's better than you.

looks interested,pulling out his laptop. "I see...and how do I get to it?"

knows you're delusional.

knows you're a brat and doesn't give a damn what you think.

that's too bad, but brat or not, you still suck.~

does not suck-he succeeds at everything he does. /huffs

'Cept getting a date. And cookies. Snickers.

cringes at the low blow. Have you always been this insensitive?

the answer is obvious, no?

how right you are. /sulk

grins.

to smack the grin off your face.

knows you do.~

why you put so much energy into making him miserable.

actually going to go through with the smack-grin-off-thing. Or at least, he's very tempted.

,by all means, invites you to. ...please.

doesn't actually have to try, since you're a bitter old prune!~

looks at America with a childishly evil smile.

not a bitter, nor old, nor a...prune? What?

laughs and begins munching on a burger. (I... should stop overdoing this... meme lol..)

not going to think about where you got that from, stepping behind you and whacking you on the back of the head hard.

totally saw that coming and bends his head just in time. He may be dense, but he's not deaf. =3= Begins walking away and munching on his

meal.

(Ohohoho, it's a meme now~?)

throws his hands up in distress, walking off in a random direction. Honestly, those two...

(it should totally be, though)

you so much right now.

smirks at that. He hates you too.~

Are you sure about that~?

Yeah, he's pretty sure. You gonna do something about it?

,for the record, hates you both.

doesn't mind. =]

doesn't care.

Actually, I think I will do something about it...Fredka~

looks apprehensive. W-What are you planning on doing...?

hesitates a bit. Don't call me that! =3=

Why not? You call me idiot, I call you Fredka. It works!

frustrated. Would you two please do something other than argue??

.... because it's different!

Define different. And yes, England, we do...~

Shut up! And... just... different, okay?!

Not the same! =3=

Oh, what, do you want me to start calling you moron?

... N-no... Looks away. =3=

Then you can just deal.

Fine... and what were you planning on doing? >o>

I don't want to tell you~

... But why noooot?

very tempted to give up, like he always does. Right now, all he's getting for his efforts is a headache...

We're not really fighting now, are we?

...honestly, the two of you always seem to be fighting, in one way or another..

I suppose...that's true...

But it's only because America can't tolerate me, and I can just barely tolerate him.

nods, looking rather glum of a sudden. Yes, unfortunately..

I have no qualms about not fighting anymore - it'd be preferrable. The question is convincing him...

You...honestly mean that...? He lets out a soft sigh of relief, glad to have Russia's cooperation, at least...it'll be much more difficult

to convince America, of course, but...why don't we settle this as a deal? Arthur holds out his hand in offering.

looks at the offered hand for a bit, before smiling just that little bit and shakes it. Deal.

him a warm smily, happily returning the handshake. Ah, wonderful...thank you, Ivan.

You're very welcome. Now to think of a way to get America to agree...

Perhaps...hm...perhaps if I just...explain the entire situation to him, he'll understand...? It sounds like wishful thinking, but hopes

that it might actually be possible...

would like to point out that America is the world's most stubborn person, and if he doesn't want to change, he won't...

But let's think positive, da? x)

nods, deciding that the most they can do is think positively...at least, until America comes back. After all...in the best case scenario,

he will want to change...

...and if he doesn't?

...then I suppose I'll be all out of hope.

only gives you a sympathetic pat on the back. "If I don't respond to him, he'll eventually give up, da."

slightly suprised by the act of sympahy, hesitating a moment before nodding. "Ah...yes, that makes sense...alright."

smiles, thinking that he might just be able to bridge relations with England through this~!

returns the smile, glad to finally have reached a friendly consensus with Russia. Perhaps the idea of 'world peace' wasn't so ridiculous

after all...

came back from his lunch break and is now wondering why you guys look so buddy-buddy.

begins to panic all over again-talking about it is one thing, but actually approaching Alfred and starting the conversation requires

action and bravery-those were never really his strongpoint.

tilts his head and stares. "... England?"

snaps to attention, his hand very nearly going to a salute before he manages to stop himself. "Y-Yes! I-I mean..er...w-what is it, Alfred?"

just stares... and shrugs. "Eh, whatever. Thought you guys were just getting along too well, is all."

tries to smile at America. "We are~!"

shifts uncomfortably, staring down at the ground as though it's his only salvation. "W-Well...in a sense, but...t-that's what we wanted to

talk to you about...r-right?"

now highly suspicious. The idiot doesn't smile unless - er, he's not going to continue that trail of thought. Or he could just be

planning something. Huh, whatever. "Talk to me about what?"

England a gentle push on the back, the smile not leaving his face. "He'll tell you~"

glances at him and then the other. "What are you guys...?"

lets out a soft whimper, glancing at Russia as though he's just thrown him in front of the man-eating crocodile. "Y-You see, Alfred...um..

we're concerned about...r-relations between the three of us..."

yawns, taking a sip of his pop. "What relations? We're all in the UN and whatever, right?" Thinks it's really weird how England is

stuttering, of all people.

contains his urge to roll his eyes. "Personal relations, America, not our country's affairs."

"Y-You see...ah, blast it..." Arthur buries his face in his hands, looking mortified. "I-I can't do this, damnit...it shouldn't be this hard

..."

beginning to get bored and starts to leave the room to grab some more food.

flops down uselessly on the couch, burying his face in a cushion. Stupid, stupid, stupid...