The Park . . . ((Open to anyone))

Arthur was sitting on a wooden park bench, sipping some tea from a thermos with the Union Jack on it, and reading the morning paper. All was sweet this early in the morning; The birds singing their wake-up songs and the sun just breaking through the orange and red leaves of oak trees scattered amongst the park. The chilled morning air making every breath come out as a wisp of steam, and the cold temperature biting at whatever skin is exposed. It was somewhat foggy out, from the sleet of the other day, and seemed to complete the beautiful scenery that could have been painted; Sun rays just perfectly seeping through the tree branches, the fog laying heavily on the ground of red and orange.

Arthur closed his newspaper, having read everything in it, and gripped his mug in both of his hands. He took a sip, the mixed taste of toasted coconut and vanilla beans, mingled with black tea, slowly heated his throat and heart. If only he had some rum. He crossed his jean covered legs, and tightened the red and black checkered scarf around his neck, crossed his arms which were covered in an olive green over shirt, a white shirt underneath, and he stared at his brown leather lace-ups. As the sun rose, one of it's rays caught Arthur's pale face, warming it, lightening his light green eyes, and weaving their way through his messy, blond hair; Casting his shadow far behind him, along with the bench's and the trees'.

He had no idea why he was out at this time.
For one, Tony woke him up. He would have just groaned and went back to sleep, but his alien friend didn't seem too keen on that idea. The time that he woke him up was just before the sun rose; limbs strewn in every unlikely direction Alfred was face down on his apartment mattress - he was staying in England for a bit for the meetings - and hugging his drool soaked American Flag pillow. He could hear a multitude of chirping outside of his North facing window. When it rose to a peak, the sun finally shone through - and Alfred already had his boots and his bombers jacket on, getting ready to head out on the idea that McDonalds would be open at this time.
Too bad the nearest one was closed for renovation.
With starbuck's coffee in hand Alfred walked, more or less with a shiver through his body. Wasn't London supposed to be raining instead of just cold? He half expected to see fires of riots in the distance. Maybe he shouldn't listen to the media anymore... Well, that's what Tony wants him to do. Shrugging he continued to walk down what seems like a park, but even with Texas over his eyes, he can't see very far with the mist. He wasn't looking at the nature, though. His eyes were on the cobbled stone beneath his combat boots and the weeds that would sometimes grow in between rocks, sprouting up despite being surrounded by conditions that would probably kill it before it had a chance to live. He kicked a weed that had dandelion seeds on it and silently made a wish - take over this city with your dandelion babies and make Iggy bow down~!

It probably wouldn't be granted. But hey - that would be cool.

He glanced up to see how far the seeds would go, not very hopeful. There wasn't a breeze to be found. The fog that settled over London would remain till the sun chased it away. Blowing at the fog in front of him childishly he noticed in that moment a figure on a park bench - bent over a cup, with telltale bushy caterpillars on his forehead that Alfred could see from a while away. He grinned and he walked over towards Arthur, the rays of sun catching in Nantucket and his blond hair. "Yo, Britain!" He plopped down next to his former father (mother) figure. "Whatcha doooin'?"

Arthur was wondering when he should go, but then that annoying, obnoxious voice chimed in his head. Time to go. He stood up, dusting the invisible dust off of the back of his pants, muttering under his breath as the voice chimed again, asking what he was doing. "Well," Arthur answered, "I was enjoying the morning . . . till you came."
He started to walk away from the bench, and hopefully that annoying voice.

If America heard his response, he didn't show it. Getting up he missed the bench already - Alfred wasn't a morning person. All he wanted to do was just cuddle up into his blanket and fall asleep, but knowing Tony, this was all some diabolical plot for America to get off his butt and get some excersice in the morning. Well, he already is in a good mood from moving around, but he's still tired. "Haha! I get to brighten your morning more, then." He stood and began walking next to England.

((. . . I am not reading British slang . . . Definitions at the bottom x.x))

"Clear off . . ." Arthur said as he was followed by that American . . . "Go bother someone else, you nosey parker" He glowered at Alfred, whom ruin the beautiful morning and scenery with his . . . his everything.

((Clear off = get lost =D
Nosey Parker = Someone who sticks their nose into other people's business

Sorry for short post Dx gtg))

France was leaning sexily ((It is a word... Don't judge me!)) against a tree smelling a rose on the side of the path near other two nations. He watched their conversation for a while before making himself known. "'Allo Arthur~! 'Allo America~! Ai didn't expect to see you both 'ere! What a plesent surprise~!" France smiled and walked over to stand on the left side of Britian.

(OOC: Dood I read enough books to get British slang C: )

Resisting the urge to hug England - well, he did want to stay around him for a while longer - he continued to walk next to him on his right side, unable to sit still. He had his hands shoved in his jackets pockets and he was tempted to call up Canada to see where he was. Chances were, he was just getting out of bed. Slinging an arm around Britain's shoulders, he made it clear that he wasn't intending to leave anytime soon.
"...Nosy parker? I walked here, bro." He blinked, not getting the british slang. "I cant bother anyone else! Tony kicked me out of the house and I found you and nobody else is up!"

Or... not?

He turned his head over his shoulder when he saw France and waved. Well, he kind of expected the guy to at least sleep in till 10:00 or more every day - but that was only an assumption. "Sup?"

France smiles at Alfred. "'Allo~! It ez nice to see you both awake and out so early! Ze earlybird catches ze worm~! What are you both doing out 'ere so early?"

An expression crossed his face and his shoulders slouched when he remembered exactly why he was up. Damn Tony. Trying to get him to have some excersice. Well, it may be due to the reason that he won't get much exercise around London with all of the meetings - by the time the meetings end at the end of the day, all he'll have the energy for will be some gaming and sitting on his ass.

"Tony woke me up. Trying to get me to work out or something." His mope cloud grew a bit. "Dude, can you imagine that McDonalds isn't open? Renovations."

"Bloody hell!" Arthur cried out as he saw Francism "Why are you here? It's bad enough Alfred won't leave me alone!"
He continued to walk, slipping out from under Alfred's arm which just happened to be around his shoulders.

France smiles and keeps pace with Arthur. "Ai was just coming to visit you. What's wrong with zat?"

((YAY! SHORT POST!))

"Who the bloody hell said I wanted you to vis-" Arthur was cut short as he tripped over a loose stone that just happened to be there at the time Arthur was glaring at Francis. ((Coincidence? I think not!))

France catches him and holds him. France looks extremely concerned for Arthur. "Arthur! Are you hurt?!" France looks Arthur up and down to see if he was hurt.

Arthur stared at Francis who was looking quiet concerned, then he looked at his thermos, "Maybe someone did put rum in here. . ." he looked down the hole of it as if he could see the rum within the tea within his stomach, "Hn . . . Well most unlikely cause I'm not feeling a thing"
He continued walking as if nothing happened.

France walks beside him, still very concerned for some reason. "Are you sure you are not hurt?"

Arthur looks at Francis, "Why are you so worried?" he said, "It's not like I'm going to die because I tripped"

Alfred latches his arms around England at the thought of him dying. "Dude, you cant die! You still owe me money!"

France is blushing now and still looks worried. He wonders if Arthur will let him off the hook with that question... ((lolz. But Arthur won't.))

"What money?" he said indirectly to Alfred then said to Francis, "You didn't answer me, Francis."

France blushes and walks ahead a bit so Arthur won't see him blushing. "Ai... Ai just care about you Arthur and don't want you to get hurt..."

((France can be nice when he wants. And he actually does care about Arthur. If anything happened to Arthur, France would probably kill himself...)) ((Serioulsy though...))

"Oh really?" Arthur said, picking up his pace to match Francis' "Why would you care about me?"

France blushes a deeper shade of crimson. "Ai 'ave always cared about you... Since ai first met you, Arthur..." France quickens pace a bit. "You 'ave always been zere for me..." France's voice drops to a whisper. "Ai love you Arthur..."

((France lieks Arthur~!))

Arthur stops dead in his tracks upon hearing those last words coming from Francis' mouth. "Y-you really?" he said, heart beating loudly and his face going red, but why? Arthur doesn't care about that frog, or, at least that's what he thought.

((Awwwz~ Someone is getting conflicted =D))

France can't believe he just said aloud the feelings he had been holding in for years. He isn't sure if he should say more, or how Arthur would respond for that matter. He stops, his back facing Arthur. France's heart is in his throat as he chokes out a response. "Ai 'ave always loved you... Ai 'ave always tried to make it seem like I didn't care... but ai do..." France isn't sure how to handle his feelings being out in the open, so he starts to walk off. "Ai was just afraid to tell you..."

((^_^ I might be a guy, but I love romance~!))

"Heh, you big git," Arthur said smiling as he walked forward so that he was directly behind France ((Buttsecks =3 jk . . .)) and wrapped his arms around Francis. He was confused before but . . . It all seemed right the way it was now, he felt happy to be close to Francis, but he'd always deny that he loved that Frenchman.

((lol It's awsm to find men who love romance XDD there's barely any . . . most prefer pure smut tho x.x))