"Honestly Iggy, how do you sit through this boring crap?" America sighed, his head propped up with his left hand and he stared at the chess board in front of him.

"If you think it's so boring, then why don't you just leave?" England snapped. The conference had yet to start, due to the fact that the host of this one, Greece, hadn't shown up yet. ("No doubt he's slept in again," England had commented earlier.)

America didn't respond right away. He stared at the board a moment before moving a piece. "Well, this is the least boring thing to do here. Oh and check mate, by the way," he added with a satisfied smile.

"What!" England exclaimed, wondering how on earth this git could've beat him for the third time in a row. "Are you cheating?"

"Come on, Iggy. Is it really that hard to believe that I could beat you at chess? How 'bout this; we'll play again and whoever loses this time has to admit the other is the ultimate chess master!" To add to the affect, America stuck a dramatic pose that was really completely unnecessary.

"Like bloody hell that'll happen," England scoffed.

"You're just scared." America was trying to goad him into agreeing; England could see this. But he still couldn't stop his eye from twitching with annoyance. "Hey France! Guess what! England's scar-" The younger country was cut off, however, by England's hand on his mouth.

"Fine," he said with an evil glare.

"Yay!" America cheered childishly. England sighed, wishing that Greece would pop in all of a sudden so the meeting could start.

Twenty minutes later, all the countries had gathered around England and America, whispering and placing bets. England's eyebrow was twitching as he looked the board, looking for a move.

"You know Iggy, it'd be nice if you made a move this century," America teased.

"Shut up," the older country muttered. Hesitantly, he moved his bishop. America's face immediately broke out into a gloating grin as he moved his knight, announcing, "Check mate! You lose Iggy!" The room was filled with groans as some people handed money over to others.

England let his face fall onto the table, knocking some of the pieces over in the process. "You know what you have to do now," America said in a sing-song voice. He propped his feet up on the table with his hands behind his head, and a smirk on.

England sat back up, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "America is the ultimate chess master." And after a second, added, "And the master at being an idiotic git." America just laughed with a good-natured smile.

I actually like this. I can imagine America being surprisingly good at chess. Like, you wouldn't expect him to be, but then he is…Maybe that's just me.

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