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2P! Germany: Theatre Reunion

   >:3 Well, I want to dedicate this one-shot to someone, buuut I don't have any participants. So, whoever claims this 2P! Germany one-shot will be theirs! Simple! *evil chibi laughter* *whacked by 2P! Italy* Ow... X___X

   Update: I know I took a very long time with this oneshot, but I'm glad to say that I've caught up with this! Enjoy~ 

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Eight... Nine... TEN!! I yelped a little as America carried the dumbbell and placed it back in position. My arms ached badly, and I stood up to stretch, "Okay, I'm done!" America went over to the benches to grab a towel and a bottle for me. It was nice to have the gym all to ourselves. We felt a mock sense of dominance here, haha, or maybe that was just America...

   "Wow, you somehow managed to survive my American Weights," America laughed. He slapped my back really hard, you could almost hear it echoing throughout the gymnasium. I winced at the sudden pain. 

   "No, der! I can lift those anytime you wanted me to!" I challenged, popping open a water bottle. 

   "I'd like to see you try," he said, and I laughed back, "Anyway, I guess since you won the bet, how about I treat you to the movies? How about "______"?" My eyes lit up and I jumped up and down like a fangirl, catching America by amusing surprise. 

   "Oh my god, YES!" I shouted. America grinned and led me on out the gym, grabbing my sweaty shoulders and all. I still felt tingly by his touch. He was my best friend, sometimes I wonder if I get myself worked up too much. I arrived back at his house and we changed in separate rooms: America in the living room and I in the bathroom for my "girl" time, you could say! Ever since I had run out of money to pay my rent, I've been kicked out by the landlord, and who do you think was the lucky bachelor to receive this princess? 

   "Are you done yet, bro?" he called outside the bathroom door. 

   "Coming!" I answered, towel-drying my hair as fast as I could. I didn't care for any makeup but spread lotion on my skin. I did my best to tame my (h/c) hair and smoothed down my (pants/skirt) and exited the bathroom. America commented on my ravishing outfit and I playfully punched him on the shoulder. 

   We arrived at the theatre. America paid for our Coca Cola and fresh, buttered popcorn while I collected tickets, then we fastened in the seats of our house. Crowed slowly started filling in as commericals played by, "Dang it, America. I can't wait for the movie you're the best!" I rambled quietly in excitement. 

   America chuckled, "Glad that you're hyped up, _____. Okay, now the movie's about to start." Then he stuffed a mouthful of buttered goodness in his large talktative mouth. I choked on a stifled laugh. I swear, he reminded me of a hungry cow, but I could never say that to a vegetarian. 

   The credits began. The murmurs of the crowds graudally come to a stop, yet soon, two men arrived in the theatre room. One of the men's boots were pounding on the floor. I don't think anyone could've noticed, but it was irritating me. Could they have least come 10 minutes earlier?! I hid my irritation as they sat next to me. A tall, muscular blonde gruffly sat next to me and on his left sat a man with sleek black hair that matched his almost-emotionless eyes. The blonde man suddenly decide to plant his elbow on my chair-handle, my most favorite part of relaxing in a theatre chair. I tsked in annoyance! He was going to have to move his big-ass arm off my comfy spot!

   I tapped on his shoulder and prepared to whisper-rant at his face when he turned around. Ten pounds of hunk-ness just blew me away. Hs skin was fair for a muscled man despite the house's shadows, and his ice blue eyes pierced the darkness. All I did was squeak, "Um, enjoy your movie experience." I meeped.