Alright y'all~! I got this super great idea while I was lying on my bedroom floor (Don't ask.) J so…This is it! I planned to go ahead and make a FanFic about couples in Hetalia… And I thought I'd begin it today.

I'm going to the United Kingdom for a week or two so this is what will fill my spare time :3 I'll try to publish this everyday~!

So first off…Monday. Which would seem to indicate. . .that its RussiaXChina day.

Veh~!

China was early to the Allied Powers meeting yet again; that was the fourth time this week! He sighed and tiredly wiped his brow with his uniform sleeve.

"I'm getting rather tired of these meaningless get-togethers that America calls a 'meeting'," China grumbled, limping down the hall towards the room where they'd have the meeting in about a half hour.

"China, is that you?"

China leapt up at the sound of the voice behind him. He slowly turned and let out a relieved sigh, "Its only you, Opium. I thought'd it be Russia asking me if I wanted to-"

He stopped mid-sentence, dwelling on whether or not to tell England the news.

"Russia wanted to. . .?" England said, urging China to continue.

China coughed a bit before rubbing his temples silently.

"China, do tell," England said, his tone expressing his annoyance with the older nation.

The Asian country shifted his weight from one leg to the other and back again, clearly not wanting to discuss it.

England snorted before giving China a glare, "You know, I could always have America badger you about this until you finally said it in front of all the Allies. Its your choice."

China growled.

"GAH~! What the heck, Opium? -Aru!~ You're so mean to me!" China spluttered, his face turning crimson.

England raised a blonde eyebrow, "Care to explain?"

China, breathing heavily due to his previous "rant", stopped grimacing and blinked at the European nation, "Wha-?"

England and China were now in the meeting room: China sitting in a chair facing the chalkboard as England drew the Axis caricatures.

"I say, what is going on between you and Russia anyway? You two have been quite. . .close lately. I mean, a few nights ago I was out with America and I saw the two of you at the park. . ."

China blushed and tried to hide it by looking out the window, angling his face away from England's suspecting gaze.

"I. . .KNEW IT! You are dating Russia!" England said, triumphantly.

China snorted, "No I'm not."

England's jaw dropped, "What do you mean, you wanker?"

China didn't meet the Englishman's olive-green eyes.

"Russia didn't ever ask me to go on a date with him. I like him, and he likes me but I'm too shy to ask him. . .even though we've been hanging out at each other's houses and stuff, he still hasn't asked me."

China's voice was full of sadness and England frowned.

"Why don't you just get a douche like France to ask the Russian for you?" England suggested.

China shrugged helplessly, "I would except France has been putting distance between himself and I lately."

England rubbed his chin, deep in thought.

There was silence for a long while until China decided to speak again; feeling the need to vent to England for a moment before the other Allies arrived.

"Its just, I haven't felt this feeling before. . .Its like, its fuzzy and warm inside. I feel the need to do things that I've never thought before. . . I want to hold Russia, and I want him to hold me. I want him to only see me, no one else. I feel a pang on envy every time that I see him talking with another nation and, and, and I-"

"I say China, you are definitely lovesick," England said, smiling sympathetically.

"Yo, England!"

China sighed and nodded.

Feet thundered down the hall, announcing America's arrival and before the youngest nation walked in, China lifted a finger to his lips.

England smiled and nodded.

America burst in, "Yo dudes! What's up?"

England turned around to face his ex-brother, "Not much, git. God, I wish you would stop making so much commotion every time you walk through the door. We can hear you a thousand meters away."

China closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and smiled, Maybe I can get Russia to ask me out. If I love hard enough and I believe enough, maybe he will. . .

"Dude China, what the hell are you smiling so creepily at?" America asked, conking the other nation in the head with his fist.

"Ow!"

England took the newspaper laying on the floor, curled it up into a cylinder, and smacked America upside the head with it.

The newspaper hitting the nation's head made a crackling noise and America spun around to see who had struck him.

Blue eyes met olive-green and England took a step back, shocked by the look in America's eyes.

What am I witnessing here? It seems like America. . .and England. . . China's thoughts were interrupted when Russia and France walked through the door.

"Amerique, Angleterre, what are you two doing in here?" France lifted his eyebrows dramatically before-

"Oh, mon ami, China! Obviously the two of you aren't doing anything too bad because China would have stopped you two."

China sighed and paced towards the door, sighing dramatically, "Since we don't seem to be starting the meeting, I'm going home."

With that, the Asian country left without a backwards glance.

Russia timidly stepped from the room, in pursue of China.

". . .A-America! Get. . .off me! I have to go and-"

France winked at the Englishman, who lay on the floor, an angry American on top of him. (This was not my idea, folks.)

"Hon hon, hon, Don't worry Angleterre, I got everything cleared up with that relationship," France said, smiling knowingly.

England managed to shove America from him and stood up, brushing the few wrinkles from his hunter-green uniform and glaring at France, "What do you mean, wanker?"

France glanced out the window and beckoned England with a finger.

England cautiously made his way over and looked out.

Below, Russia had taken China by the hands and was saying something. Tiny pink flakes appeared on the Russian's face.

England smiled and closed his eyes, "Ah, its so cute. . ."

France whipped his hair over his shoulder, "Hon, hon hon, I am the master of love and amour!"

"Hey, hey! Let's open the window to hear what they're sayin'!" America said, already pushing the window open a crack.

". . .So China, my place or yours?"

The three nations all traded horrified glances and slammed the window shut.

America slowly sank down the wall until he was sitting on the ground.

England's legs simply gave out as France landed in an unattractive heap on the floor.

". . .Did you hear that?" Questioned England, quietly.

France gulped and nodded, "I've never gotten that far in such a short period of time. . ."

America and England both gave France a curious glare but America shook his head, "We need to do somethin'!"

England lifted his hands up, "Not me, America! This was all France's doing!"

The two ex-brothers scooted closer to France, who had ended up wedged between them.

"So. . .what's the plan, lover-boy?" Asked America, grinning with pleasure at the Frechman's discomfort.

England grinned too, "Yes, do tell us your plan."

France looked back and forth between the two before replying, "I have a plan. But the two of you are part of it."

"I can't believe we're doing this!" Complained America, retying his bootlace under the cover of the bush.

England nodded, "What other tricks does that frog France have up his sleeve?"

The two ex-brothers peered out from beneath the bushel, and advanced towards the kitchen window where China and Russia sat opposite one another.

They peered through the window and watched as China stood and collected two cups in his hands.

He returned to his seat and passed one to Russia.

"They're just having coffee," America said with an exaggerated sigh.

England smiled and slumped against the wall beside the window, "I knew we shouldn't have worried about that. China and Russia are both old enough to make their own decisions anyway."

America gave his elder a sideways glance, "Yeah I guess you're right. . ."

France came running around the corner of the house and took a moment to catch his breath before glancing up at the other two nations who he had dragged into his frog-ish scheme.

"Did you see that?"

America raised an eyebrow, "See them drinkin' coffee? Yes I did see. You dragged us over here for no good reason!"

France shook his head and took several more gulps of air before responding, "No mon ami, you don't understand! zey were hugging and holding hands and zough it was zo beautiful, I had to do zomething!"

England dragged the nation up, "What the hell do you mean, you frog?"

"Zey can't love each other!"

America gave France a good slap across the cheek. (Something he'd been itching to do for a while now.)

"That doesn't make sense. A little while ago you were-"

England cut his ex-brother off, "You like Russia. Don't you, France?"

France gazed up into England's eyes, "What? How. . .how did you know?"

England raised an eyebrow, "It was not hard to figure out. You kept your distance from China and this morning, you walked into the meeting with Russia. Knowing you, you've probably had a crush on Russia for a while."

France sighed and scratched his head, "I suppose you're right. But China-"

"China can love too, ya' know!" America said, defending the eldest nation.

England nodded, "I hate to say it, but I agree with America on this one."

China and Russia exited the house holding hands. Russia was smiling as China laughed at the joke the European had made.

France had left due to depression, leaving American and England to observe the couple.

"They're very cute together," America whispered.

England wasn't watching them as closely though, he was more focused on America.

America's intense blue eyes, his towering height, his-

"England?"

England shook his head, "Y-Yes?"

America ruffled the European's hair, "You weren't watchin' them. . .were you?"

England glanced guiltily away, "Why would I?"

America grinned, "Because this was your idea from the start."

England turned back and America pulled his ex-brother into a hug.

When a very surprised England opened his eyes and grasped America tightly, he saw Russia hugging China and the Asian was smiling.

He gave a small wave to England and mouthed, "Thank you."

England smiled, "You're welcome."

"Hey England?"

"Hm?"

America took a deep breath, "Would you like to go hang out tomorrow night?"

Gasp! I love that this RussiaXChina ended with an intro to tomorrow's couple: USUK Yay~!

Well everyone, I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did.

So watch out for tomorrow's pairing~!