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"Right, (Name)?!" The boisterous America slammed his palms on the table in front of you, his baby blues and pearly whites gleaming with expectance.

Even though it was the Allied Powers' meeting no progress was ever made, so you paid no mind to what any of the Allies said.... That is expect for America. Everything about him intrigued you and you noted everything about him in the sheets of your mind.

"H-huh?... Yeah! Perfect." You squirmed in you seat.
"Great bro!! I knew you'd have my back, I mean... of course! You're the hero's trusty sidekick,"-he gave you a wink-"At least two of us are smart." With that, he took an obnoxiously loud slurp of his milk-shake.
"Wanker!" England sprung from his seat, whiffs of anger basically steaming off of him. "Your ideas are horrendous and idiotic, that is why we don't use them!"

England started rambling on about everything he "hates"(cough, cough, likes) about America, America just laughed his whole-hearty laugh that always made a smile sweep across your face. Really, this part of the meeting (it always seemed to happen) made you giggle.

"And (Name)," the Brit whipped his head to you with accusation and disgust in his jaded eyes."You like this fat git?" Similar emotions dripped from his voice.
"W-What!" You jolted up. Time to stand up for yourself?

He laughed a charming laugh, and held air in his palm like it was the most obvious thing.

"Love, let's be serious. You couldn't possibly like his ideas. Its outrageous. You don't even pay attention to the meeting!"

Heat invaded your face, was it really that obvious? Your (e/c) eyes darted back and forth between the two blondes.

"I woul-"
"Dude, just 'cause you can't see the total awesomeness of my ideas, doesn't mean you have to take it out of (Name)... Jerk."

You froze and glanced to America, who pouted to England. The fact he was so quick to defend you send eruptions through out your stomach and chest. Eruptions of feelings that made you feel like lava coated your face.
But... He was defending you, right? Or was it his ideas that were on his mind? You searched the room, making sure no one else saw the way you were watching America.
An empty seat. Why was that even there?
Russia cornered China, who dripped to the floor in fear, most likely saying, "Become one with me, da?" Even though you felt bad for China, it happened everyday and something worse was already happening.
Now... Where was that perverted-

"Ohonhonhon~" You whipped you head around to find France creeping closer to you with a smirk craved on his face. Before you knew it, he was already by your side with a hand a shoulder. "Zu like America, non?" The humor chipping through his voice was more than obvious.
"No!" You yelped, your face heating up more than it already was.
"Oh, but zu do! (Name) likes America! Ohonohon!!~"

France's outburst caused pairs of blue, brown, green, and violet eyes to cast upon you. The room was silent, they had all stopped their pestering with each other just to make you feel awkward. Your eyes locked with the baby blue ones, there you saw confusion and... hope? Did America hope that this was true? That you liked him?
Something in you had boosted your feelings, gave you the determination. You could do this.

"Okay! Okay! Maybe I do like you America! B-but..." You couldn't continue you this with all the Allies staring you down. "Just leave me alone!!"

One last glance... You had one last glance of the startled blond before you zoomed out of the room with shame.

Once you were far away from the Meeting Room, you stopped and drew a breath. As well as a thought. Maybe I shouldn't have freaked and left...
"GAH!!!" Doubts rolled through your head like a roller coaster. The frustration would surely cause you to lose your mind.
You then bumped to someone.

"Sorry!" You said to the blonde you had startled. Wait... is that America?
"It's fine...." He said, though you couldn't barely hear him. Was he trying to ignore you?
"I seriously am, about everything." You pouted. Test time! You leaned closer to him.
"O-Okay..?" His blue eyes scrambled around, not quite meeting you. A dark crimson painting his face. Cute!

A couple minutes had passed, though it didn't feel awkward like it should have and usually did. Instead it warmed and melted you like chocolate on a summer day.

"I thought that was very brave of you.....!" America finally blurted, he sounded as if he was trying to shout, but couldn't quite bring himself to it. The thought of him thinking you were brave brought pride to you.
"R-really?... Why?"
"Well.... uh... I don't think I could have ever overcome the fear to tell.....someone ... that I have a crush on.... someone." Jealousy burned every other feeling you had. It just wasn't fair! You were everything America needed!
"I wish I was someone," you muttered icily.
"B-but...!" You looked up to glare at him, you had finally admitted you feelings to him and he had tossed them to the side to talk about himself.  The nerve! But no matter how big of a jerk he could be, feelings like that just couldn't vanish.

You quickly planted you lips against his. Though it didn't last long, you treasured every millisecond. It felt soft, needed... tingly, something that you had always desired. If only you weren't too frightened that you had fled.


***


To clear your mind you wandered the large building, examining little things to a great extent. That's the way it was until you the meeting was over. Surprise, surprise guess who you ran into again.

"(Name),... were you serious about what you said?" A certain blonde asked you, his eye brows perked.
"J-just forget about it..!" You blushed, remembering the kiss you attacked him with.
"Bro, no way!" He pressed his index finger to the tip of your nose with a big grin.
"Promise you won't tease me then." Promises aren't meant to be kept.
"AHAHAHA!!! That wouldn't be nice of me to tease you. OW!" He yanked his hand back after you nipped his finger tip.
"Is that all you came to do, hurt my feelings?... Again?"
"Again?" America regarded the thought closely. Then shoke it out of his head. "That's not I came to do, I came to ask you something." After you said nothing, he continued. "I was wondering if you would, uh. Go on a date with me!!" Blush snaked across his face.
"W-What?" Your head spun, didn't he say he liked someone else? Psh, no he said he liked someone. That very well meant you.
"Go. on. A. Date. With me!!!"
"O..Okay, when?" America took a hold of your wrist and jerked you out the door,
"NOW OF COURSE, AHAHAHAHA!"

***


The two of you sat in a red booth at McDonald's, you spited the American's horrible taste in food. Though you wished to destory the place, it felt good to be eating somewhere he enjoyed with every inch of his on the verge-of-heart-attack heart.
"And..." munch munch munch much, "that is..." chomp chomp chomp, "How I was the..." slurp slurp slurp slurp "HERO!!!!" Pride beamed through his shimmering eyes, blinding you with the brightness. You tried to keep yourself from giggling, butchering the cute blond's ego, so you played with you (h/c) hair like a obsessed school girl.

"Aren't you going to your eat you food?" America looked more than concerned, but to be honest you were afraid it wouldn't sit well in your gurgling stomach.
"Nah, I'm not hungry."
"Not hungry?" The idea was foreign to him. "Aw come onnnnn. It's Mcie Dee's!!! Who wouldn't love that?!" He poked you lip with a fry.
"I... I guess I could eat a bit," a limp smile crossed your face.

***

Like every other romance movie, America walked you home
"I wouldn't want my mistress to be attacked!!!" He had pushed.
"In the middle of the day?" You had snorted.

Once you had made it back to you house, you posed you lips expectantly.

"See ya!!!" He bolted off.
"Jerk..." you pouted.
"AHAHAHA!!! I'M JUST KIDDING, DUDE!!"

He ran back to you, twirling you into a hug. The world that was blurred slowly came to reality and now two pools of the ocean stared deeply into you. They inched closer and closer until you (e/c) eyes closed in anticipation.
When your lips met, it felt different from early that day. It was unexpected, sending sparks up and down your spine, something more than a shy kiss. But did it have more meaning? You weren't sure. Though it wasn't something you had always dreamed of having you whole life, you knew that you were crazy for not craving it with such need.
His large hands slowly cupped you face as deepened the kiss without being too pushy. You easily granted him acsess and he explored a land he had once dreamed about.
But it all ended too quickly.

"Dude, I gotta go. Canada,"-Who? You immiediataly thought-"Is prob' mad already that I'm late" He gave a strained chuckle. "But, bro, you should totally come to my house to night!!! See Ya'!!"

Before you could retort or ask anything at the matter he was already down the street.
A sigh rustled its way out of your mouth, today was way better than you had thought earlier.


***

You had been dressing up and doing your hair all dandy (Of course you wanted to impress America!) when it occured to you that the "feeble-minded" man had forgotten to tell you what time to go to his house. You really wanted to just leave now and go see him.... buuuuut wouldn't that make you seem over-eager? Damn, it was hard for youto decide. You paced your hall in deep thought. You ran a hand through your (h/c) hair. Were you really going to act like this?
You should just go there now, just because. He could deal, couldn't he? Even if he could't, it's not like he told you a specific time or anything really at all, so he could live with it!

With that, you swung a bag across your shoulder and headed out the down. You really hoped all your surroundings would save you for the doubts in your mind.


***


You rung the doorbell a couple times and you were about to look through the mossaic glass of the door. But that would make you creep, so you stopped the urge before it became too infectious.
"...Hello...?" At first you saw no one, but then slowly and fading from transparenceny America appeared.

"Hi!" You chirped, pulling him into a hug.
"(N-Name)..?!.. W-what are you doing here...?" That weird tone was back.
"You invited me here, remember?" You furrowed your eyes brows in exasperation.
"..Oh... Am-I.... inivited you here..." Guilt swept his innocent face, why would he be guilty?
"You're not ready for me yet? I understand, I'll just go now."
"No, please stay..." He pulled you into his house, his face just as red as the stripes of his flag."... Sit down..??" He seemed a to have his boxers in a knot as he shyly lead you to the dusty brown couch. With a smile, you sat down inspecting the wilderness of the room. Gaming system surrounded the Plasma, wrappers coated some areas of the floor. In the corner, laid a desk that laid organized the basically only neat object in the room you suspected to be the living room/family room.
"You're very messy," you grunted pushing junk around with the tip of your feet.
"I'm not. My brother is..." he sighed.
"You have a brother?" You searched behind America's frames the despair easily noticable. "Oh, not a good subject.. I see."
"I mean it's beca...use..." He sounded worse than he did when he shoves a bucket full of food in his mouth. "Uh... h-how about ice... ice cream...?" He smiled nervously. With a roll of your glistening (e/c), he flashed out.
You sighed, poking around through his stuff while you waited for him.
You stmbled upon a photo album suffocating under papers of poorly drawn doodles. Interesting, you flipped through the pages, giggling a bit.
"(N-Name)?" You glanced up at America's whispering voice. Nervous features dressed his face as he eyed the book in your hand.
"Oooh~ Ice cream." You stole a bowl from him and began to snarf up the ice cream. His baby blue eyes were wide. What a hypocrit, you thought.
"...(Name).... I want you to know.... I love you.... I just thought.... It'd be something for you to think about..."
"Hm?" You followed his eyes to the scrap-book beneath the bowl in your hands.
"...You'll see..." he huffed.

The emotions in his voice and eyes where a whirl. Confusion swept over you so you searched within the album. A couple flips later, you land on a page with two adorable boys. One, held a red, white, and blue flag, an eager grin painted onto his face, England cupping his shoulders. You noticed the small cowlick, that you had always found undeniably cute, marking him as America. The other, had a bit wavier blond hair, a curl bouncing out randomly, a red maple leaf flag in hand. France, was doing the same as England, cupping the boy's shoulders. This may have caused the nervous smile that wobbled aacross the boy's face.

Wait, they look so much a like!
Your eyes shot up, meeting the man in front of you.