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americas hair flowed a bit to the side, his eyes narrowing suspicously.
france was supposed to be here now, but maybe there was just traffic?
he didn't even know why he accepted his offer to meet at the rooftop. he had better things to do than be here- like work. speaking of that, he had loads of documents to fill because of his president. seriously, give him a break!
he sighed, waiting for france to come.
finally- after 30 damn minutes, this stupid country came! america sighed, looking at him. he was sweating and he looked like he would die from heat, despite being 60°F (or 15.56 °C).
"dudee... where were you?" he asked, unsure of where the hell he had been. i mean, they were in paris, for gods sake! it was a 5 minute drive from frances apartment...
"mon cherie, im... sorry... i was..." france panted between breaths. wherever he was, he probably ran over here. "doing... things... at my... friends... and..." france genuinely looked like he was about to choke, so america just pat his back and murmured to him, "dude, take a breather..."
after france calmed down a little to relax, he finally told him that he was hanging out with his friends and completely forgot about the time it was. so much for coming early.
"wow, thats stupid..." america murmured, sighing. france just mused at him, but eventually just sighed.
"what did you call me for again, by the way?" america asked, curious to why they were at a rooftop. it certainly wasnt just a hangout like what france and his little dumb friends did.
"well..."