APH : Footsie

Germany's clarion voice didn't seem to end. Euros, loans, debt, the list of what he was talking about went on and on. Of course the European nations were paying close attention, but as for America, he just sat there, strumming his fingers.
At least, he appeared to do so.
Underneath the table, the blond nation was engaged in a fierce battle of "footsie" with the Russian sitting across from him. Their shoes clacked together, but thankfully the noise was drowned out by the sound of Germany talking.
America grit his teeth and huffed softly. Glancing at Russia, he saw that his opponent's fists were clenched and he was biting his lip.
America pursed his lips when he felt Russia sandwich his foot. Biting his tongue, he jerked his foot back and delivered a swift kick to Russia's ankle.
"Well," Germany said. "it's time for the break. We will meet back here in twenty minutes for the last part of the meeting."
Sighs and murmurs filled the room as everyone got up and stretched before rushing to the door.
"We'll continue this in the hallway," America said. Russia nodded before getting up and quickly disappearing into the crowd.
***
"Hya!"
America slammed his foot down on top of Russia's, earning a soft gasp from the man. The two had found a quiet part of the hallway, far from the rest of the people.
Russia grunted and kicked his partner in the toe before jumping back and grinning.
"Just face it, Америка," Russia said as he mentally planned out his next move. "I'm going to win."
"I beg to differ!" America replied before jumping forward and landing on Russia's toes. Russia grunted and shoved America off before kicking his ankle with the side of his foot and stomping on America's right foot.
"You cheated!" America cried. "you can't shove me!"
"You never said anything about not shoving," Russia said. "all you said was to see who could kick the other's foot the most before the end of the meeting." America huffed.
"Well then, two can play at that game."
***
"Where are America and Russia?" England asked. He was with the other two allies, France and China, were loitering in the hallway, near the entrance of the meeting room.
"I saw America go down the hallway," France said. "perhaps Russia went with him?" England sighed and, in a voice that dripped with annoyance, he said,
"Let's go look for them."
***
Russia huffed as he slammed against the wall, clenching his fists when he felt America kick his feet. A loud laugh erupted from the blonde's throat, causing Russia's head to pound.
Russia pushed America back and raised his foot high before ramming it on to America's. He cried out and jumped back. Russia chuckled and allowed him to gather himself.
America tried his best to ignore the throbbing pain in both of his feet before charging at the Russian, kicking his ankle with one foot and stomping on his toes with the other.
"What are you two doing?!"
The two nations froze and gasped when they turned around to see France, China, and England.
"Well?" England pressed, standing akimbo.
"W-well," America began, stepping away from Russia. "we were very bored in the meeting so we began to play footise, and it we kind of got carried away."
America and Russia stood there, anxiously awaiting England's response.
"Idiots," England finally muttered. "don't do this again."
America averted his gaze and felt his cheeks flush up; he hated being scolded, it was very embarrassing for him. Russia simply nodded.
"You two aren't injured, are you?" China asked, raising an eyebrow.
America and Russia exchanged glances.
"I'm pretty sure we both broke some toes," America replied with an awkward smile. England smacked his forehead.
"IDIOTS!"
***
America and Russia sat side by side on the bathroom floor, wrapping their bruised and beaten toes and feet in some gauze that had been found in a first-aid kit they had found beneath the sink.
"Sorry," America said as he put his sock on, wincing slightly.
"It's alright," Russia replied. The two quickly finished up in silence, thinking of what hijinks they could play next.