((Long author's note at the bottom))

CHAPTER 1

"Alright, nations, that is the end of the annual World Meeting. Thank you all for coming out and attending. You are dismissed." Germany stated. The room erupted into chaos. The nations had been sitting in a crowded conference room for 8 hours, and they couldn't handle it. They had the attention spans of 5 year olds and 5 year olds don't like being stuffed into a room with other kids they don't like. Poland started gabbing with Ukraine and Hungary about handbags, Prussia was yelling at Austria about "not being awesome enough", and Canada was being ignored...as usual.

As everyone was packing up their briefcases, America turned to England. "Hey! Iggy! Dude, can we like talk after the meeting? Like maybe?"

The Brit slowly turned around. "Sure. Is there any reason for this?"

"Uhmmm no reason! Yep, just me wantin' to talk with my bro! And you are my bro! No reason at all! Uhh yeah..." America fidgeted. England looked at him suspiciously. "Well...let's go outside. It's more private behind the building." and he led the way out of the conference room, America nervously trailing behind him.

Walking out of the door and down the stairs they both stopped wondering where to go when America spoke up. "Go back behind the building. Nobody can see us there."

England started walking down the darkened path to the back. It reminded America of some typical horror movie, with the dark alleyway and the silence of the evening. America was just waiting for one of those monsters with big orange horns to pop out at them. He had to stay strong. He couldn't let his fear ruin this moment. He noticed England was way ahead of him. America started running to catch up with England. As he was running, the American nation looked down at his feet. This meant when he caught up to England, he rammed right into him with full force knocking the two of them over.

America quickly realized that at was on top of England and quickly sat up. England sat up slowly with his hand on his head. He turned to look at America with an annoyed look on his face.

England started speaking, "What the hell! What was that for?"

America quickly answered back, "God sorry, bro. I was umm falling behind," he noticed a scrape with a little blood coming out from England's forehead, "Oh my god!"

"What is it now?"

"You're bleeding! On your forehead."

"Am I?" The Brit put his fingers into his forehead feeling the blood. "I guess I am."

"Here. I got a band-aid."

"I'll be fin-" before he could finish the American had slapped the band-aid onto his forehead.

America stood up shoving the wrappings back into his pocket, "Come on," he reached his hand out to England. He grabbed America's hand and pulled himself up, "Ok. Let's just get to the back of the building."

It didn't take long to get to the back of the building. By that time, America had gained some of his usual confidence. "So. You could say we have like a totally crazy history! Right?" England had an odd expression on his face. "Well...yes. You could say that."

"And, uhm, well I just wanted to say sorry. Sorry for being a horrible kid. And I'm sorry you had to raise me...and watch me leave. I need to let you know why I left. You shouldn't have to live your life not knowing why I left. It's just not fair. That's like totally not heroic."

England turned away from him. When he spoke, his voice was shaky. "Okay then, why did you leave me?"

"When I was little, you had always taught me that love would come to you. That you should never go looking for it. Well, as I got bigger, I had to distance myself from you. Because I knew it...it wasn't just brotherly love that I felt, ya know?

"And I had to try and hide that from you. It was hard. I eventually couldn't take it anymore. You were always there...what was I supposed to do?! I had to get away. Figure out my feelings. But you put up a fight...I didn't think you were gonna do that, man. It hurt to see you like that. I wanted to fix it. But I needed to break away. You still thought of me as a little bro and I didn't want you to think of me that way."

England turned back around. "What are you trying to say, America?!"

"I'm trying to say that-that I...I think...no. I know I'm in love with you." And he turned in the street and ran away from the bewildered nation behind him.

"Wait! Alfred!" England yelled after his retreating back. America slowly turned around, not used to hearing his seldom-used human name.

"W-what?" America stuttered England caught up to him and grabbed his arm, "You can't just profess your love and not kiss me." America had a startled expression. "uhhhhhh..."

"Good Lord, boy, can't you take a hint? I'm giving you permission to kiss me."

America started seeing the tears in England's eyes. He took a step closer. And so did England. America started to tear up. He tried so hard not to cry. But...he couldn't hold it in any longer. England knew his true feelings.

"W-what?" America stuttered yet again.

"I told you. You can kiss me. Only if you want though," answered England.

America grabbed England's hand that was still on his arm. England took a step forward. Now they were so close they could hear each other's heartbeats. America closed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss England. England as well closed his eyes. They lips pressed together. America's heart was racing. He was finally kissing his love. So much was accomplished in a single day. He was so happy...the happiest he could ever be. England's heart was racing too. He had always known inside that he loved America this way. He wanted him as a lover, not as family. In the end both nations got what they wanted. American finally let go from England's face and started walking back to the front of the building. England stood there in shock. Why did that feel so nice? He wanted America so badly. England ran after America and started walking next to him. The day was over, though. They both had to go their separate ways home.

A/N: hellooo everybody! So I know I absolutely FAILED on writing my first multi-chapter fanfic -sobs-, but I'm back! This is a fanfic based on a roleplay that has been going on between one of my best friends (Japan) and me (America) for about 7 months or so. So it's gonna be a long one. It's a collab fic, so it's written by both of us.

Aaaaanyway, This is a Hetalia fanfic (durr) and it's centered around the two ships UsUk and Giripan. It has mild suggestive themes but nothing expicit so don't freak. Rated T for swearing, 2P!France and some violence. It's got a crazy insane dramatic plotline. It's a freakin' soap opera, basically, but it's gonna be great! Also...this really dosen't follow history or anything. It's just set in modern times and shit like that. Whoohoo. Hope you guys liked the first (very very VERY short) chapter! I'll be posting sporadically until I have a schedule, so...ergh. Well thanks for reading! You guys are (almost) as awesome as Prussia! :3

~M