Hello thuurrrr... So, I haven't written a story in a long time, and this is my first Hetalia Story.. BUT YAH. |D

NOTE: I DON'T OWN HETALIA... OR ANY OF THE FOLLOWING... other than the three random people/stalkers/agents/whatever you wanna call them |D ANYWAYS, READ. ^ u ^

"Of course I'll bring one of those stupid chocolate fountains, England!" America proclaimed loudly. His shoulder was the only thing holding the phone to his ear as his hands were clenched tightly to a game controller.

"Yes! I told you I have one lying around my house!" He rambled angrily as his hands pressed buttons and moved about. He was obviously enjoying this game as he shot at Zombies that were running up to his character on the screen.

"England, shut up, I will remember the stupid fountain this time," His hand shook to the right as he shot in the same direction at the zombie's on the screen, "No! I'm not playing video games," of course he lied.

There was indeed a party tomorrow at a place England had rented out. Every nation was invited, for the sole purpose of getting to know each other a little better. For England, he just wanted to show off, and of course America couldn't have England be better than him! He had to be the hero! He had to be the better of the two.

He swayed back and forth, not paying much attention to England's rant. While he was about to take down a big boss that would win him the game, the power went off, only to come back on a moment later.

"Damnit!" He shouted angrily, and England stopped talking on the phone.

"So you are playing a bloody video game! You wanker! Listen to me when I talk to you!" England shouted at him through the phone.

Better than him actually being there… Then his head may be rolling around like a bowling ball. "I was paying attention England! The power just went off on me though! It's been acting up lately for some reason and all the states have been getting pissy with me about it, but anyways, continue you're simply beautiful rant as I get my game started up again."

He could hear England shouting into the phone about how 'ungrateful he was and blah blah blah'. He stood, leaving the phone on the couch and turned the game station back on to continue his lost game, still able to hear England's obnoxious voice about seven feet away.

He once more picked up the phone, only after England's voice had lowered and he had calmed down. "So, again, the party," America began as he put the phone back up on his shoulder, "Let's have a contest between you and me!"

England let out an exasperated sigh as he seemed to sip some tea, probably holding his pinky out because he's a major dweeb and would do stupid things like that, "What type of contest?"

America smiled, obviously he had England interested in this stupid game of his for the party, "Well, how about whoever brings the biggest chocolate fountain gets to call the looser whatever they want for a week?"

There was silence from England for a moment as he pondered at the request. He couldn't just put down this bet! It was America he was talking about! How could he dare loose to him, the ungrateful, idiotic, childish man. Then again, it was up to America to be the one who brought the chocolate fountain, and he was obviously putting up this bet because he wouldn't actually bring a fountain. England's always called America names anyways… So what would the point in doing that be?

"You're an imbecile, America," He said angrily as he continued his rant on how ungrateful the ingrate was of his wonderful father-like brother.

All of it seemed to just come out as rambling to America, and he sighed and looked out the window. For some odd reason he started to get an odd sensation like… He was being… watched…

"Hey England…" He said wearily, disturbing England's rant, and causing him to pause and rethink for a moment. Basically he just made England double-take. America's tone was obviously not the normal obnoxious one he always knew. There was obviously a bit of fear in it.

"Yes?"

"Have you ever felt," he paused, staring back to his video game and sighing, his mood changed back it's normal, otherwise known as then annoyingness, "Never mind! Continue ranting to your heart's content."

Once again, England started ranting about how he most definitely did not ever rant. He was obviously in denial about this topic… And many other topics that he's ranted about in the past.

The weary country looked behind him once more; still having a strange feeling someone was watching him.

England sighed as he hung up the phone. It was so annoying when he had to talk to his brother. He never really listened and there was never much to talk about with him. Plus, he doesn't even care enough to listen. He always just says he's ranting, but obviously he's just giving him some good advice (Again, England has yet to admit he's in denial, and sometimes he does admit it).

He sipped some more tea from the cup he was holding and set it down with the plate underneath it, "I wonder what I should do now."

The phone rang once again and he picked it up and clicked the send button, allowing the person calling to be connected, "England's residence, England speaking, how may I help you?"

"Oh England, you're so proper~!"

England could feel the anger penting up inside. It was of course France, probably calling him to say he was going to visit because he wanted to talk about things. The real reason, and England always knows this, is because he more or less just wants to annoy the dear life out of him. France seemed to always take it as a game, which annoyed England to the highest extent.

He let out a deep sigh that seemed to make the anger leave his system, only slightly, and answered finally," What do you want bloody frog?"

"I would like to come over so we can discuss the party~! I hate using the stupid phone's because then I cannot get the full understanding-" He was cut off before he could even finish his reason.

"So you can molest me some more basically. Just talk to me over the phone. Would you please bring some drinks for the party, France?" He asked irritably. He grabbed his notepad out from his pocket and skimmed through the list of things that were needed for this party. The list said clearly that France was supposed to bring drinks.

"Ah yes, I will bring the drinks," He answered, "But why would I ever molest? I've never done so!" He said, feeling a bit hurt that England would ever call his love molesting.

"Thank you, and please don't bring anything with sleeping pills in them, or something of the sort," He let out an exasperated sigh as France denied ever molesting him, even though he did so almost every time he saw him, "France, touching my rump, holding my hands, and having your hands in… the worst of places when it's not wanted-"

"But it is wanted!"

"By who?" England asked angrily.

"By me! Silly little England!"

England sat there for a moment and growled angrily just at the thought of France attempting to touch him again, "And what if I called the police on you next time you do such a thing?"

That last comment went right over France's head, and he completely ignored the whole thought, "Well I'll be over in a half hour or so. Till then mon amour~!" France said ecstatic.

England sighed as he hung up the phone and rubbed his temple in frustration. Was there any way he could stop France from coming over? He'd come over even if he had Ivan in front of his house with the weird metal pipe!

He let out another deep sigh and looked to his tea that he had set down, "I better put a sign on my rump that says 'do not touch'," He inquired as he picked up the tea and began to sip it quietly.

He just realized at that moment he had his pinky out. That was new… It was almost instinctive.

Even though France said he'd be there in a half hour, he'd gotten there earlier; obviously he was already half way there if it only took about ten minutes. And once France knocked on the door, his heart raced.

It raced fast. England didn't much understand why it made raced, but he did know that it was either because of fear, or… No, it was obviously because he feared France. Well, he didn't fear France, he feared the strange feeling he got when France was around. He could never figure out why…

He walked to the door, and looked through the peep hole, and of course, it was France. He let out a quiet sigh as he began to unlock the door, trying to get the tension out and to try and calm his fast heart.

France instantly threw himself on England with a hug when the door was opened, "England~! So wonderful to see you!"

"You always come over France, you're acting like it's been a year or so," England grunted. He pushed France off of him, as he usually would and backed away quickly before France could do anything else that may cause his poor head to start reeling.

"Oh, I know, but it's just that it feels that way every time for me. Does it not for you? Don't deny it! I know it does!" He said anxiously walking closer, causing England to back away and turn around, heading for his kitchen to get some tea for France.

"Of course, it always feels that way for me," He replied sarcastically.

"How wonderful! Maybe we should live together! Then we'd never feel apart!" That comment caused England to shift his face to make it look like he was about to throw up.

"What a wretched idea," He said as he grabbed the pot of water he had already boiled and poured Francis some in a small little cup.

"Why~? I believe we'd both be happy~!"

"You'd be the happy one, and I would never even concider such a thing," he said with disgust.

England turned around and almost spilled his tea while France was right over his shoulder peering down at the boiling water. This gave England a surprise and he smacked France's face away, "Bloody hell! Don't get so close to me!"

France rubbed his cheek and pouted, "Why would you slap me~?" he asked as he took the tea from England, who had it by his hand already.

"You should know why you perve! Now can we please just sit down and discuss the party?" He asked as he headed for the living room. France was right behind him, cheerily walking along.

"You're so rude to your guests!" France exclaimed as he sat down right next to England on the couch.

Yes, out of all three couches he had to claim the space next to him. For what reason? To, 'Show his affection' to England, whom didn't want it at all.

"Can't you sit in the love seat France?" England asked angrily.

"With you, of course!" He said as he stood and tugged on England's wrist as he was reaching for his cup of tea sitting on the coffee table. England jerked his hand away from France's grip and France looked down at him, pouting once again.

"Don't even," He said as he put the palm of his hand on his forehead.

France sat back down right, understand he's right next to him, and sipped the tea England had made for him, "So your party," France began, England looked up from his tea sipping to him.

"Ah, yes!" He said as he set his tea down, "Could you help me plan the party? I'm not much of a party person and I more or less wanted some help. And I also want you to bring the drinks as I said over the phone."

"Yes, drinks. What types of drinks? Should I vary them? Such as Vodka, Wine, Beer, Whiskey-"

England interrupted him, "No Whiskey, let's make sure there's no drunks."

France nodded, remembering the Christmas party. Belarus was pretty horrifying, she was threatening everyone with the knife she had under her dress. Hungry was getting pissed off at Prussia for flirting with her, it was simply a horrible mess. Then the tree's, and… Let's not even get to how he ended up in bed with Russia the next morning, "Y, yes…

"So how about some pop for the younger children?"

"Maybe juice boxes. It's annoying dealing with Sugar high kids. Sealand becomes quite the nuiscance when he's hyper. That and he goes around asking everyone if they have genitals. Every, single, time," He said as he rubbed his temple.

"I see. So what flavor?" France asked as his arm was slowly and unnoticabley wrapping around England's shoulder. He was rubbing his forehead still, and as he looked up he realized there was an arm around his shoulder.

"Get off me," He said as he shoved the arm off of his shoulder, "I think probably, for the juice's, apple, orange, grape, strawberry, and maybe watermelon. I'm not fully sure if any of the kids will drink watermelon though… you know what just don't get watermelon…" He said as he went deep into thought.

"And I'll choose for the alcohol," France said as he smiled, somewhat deviously actually and it frightened England to an extent.

"Yes, sounds good," England said as he looked at some of the tiles on the ceiling, and the beautiful mural that also had been painted. Of course it had been done by Italy, England's boss said that he should have a better decorated house because it was so plane and boring. That was England's style though. Plain, boring, bleak, and normal.

"So how much should I bring? There should be more alcohol than juice because there's more adults…" France said as he closed his eyes and thought.

England nodded, "Yes, I'm not fully sure but almost every country I invited is coming, other than Ukraine, Vietnam, and Denmark. All of which are on business trips and are very buisy… And shouldn't you be at home working? I could have just talked to you over the bloody phone."

"But then it wouldn't be so personal!" France said happily, "And that's a good amount of people. It's going to feel like a world meeting!"

England sighed and nodded, "Lord, I'm probably going to have a horrible headache after this party…" He admitted as he rubbed his head.

"Don't be so worried! I'll be there to help you!" France said cheerfully.

England simply glared at France, giving him the, 'What the hell does that mean? Are you trying to be sexual or something?' face, "It will be simply splendid with you there trying to flirt with anything that's possibly alive," England taunted, and France only sighed.

Why did he sigh? He was just joking… Did he hurt his feelings? How… What did he say? England's face turned from, 'What the hell?' to, 'I'm sorry, It was just a joke…'.

"Francis, are you upset that I made fun of you?" He asked as his hand did as it pleased an went to France's lap. He had no idea that it was there and France simply put his hand on England's lap in an almost retort.

"Well, it's more that you just don't seem to understand me," He said as he leaned a bit closer to England.

England hadn't really noticed France's hand, and he didn't realized he moved closer, he was feeling pretty… stupid. France was just overreacting! Yes… He always overreacted at stupid things like that, "You're such an idiot."

France smiled and leaned in even closer, "Really? What makes you think that?"

England's eyebrows furrowed and he closed his eyes, showing he was going to start into a rant, "Because you over react, and right now is a perfect time to show that you do! Every time I make a bloody stupid joke you act like I killed your bloody puppy! And then, you're always running around naked-"

He opened his eyes only to find France's nose was touching his and he blushed a deep red. He couldn't pull away, and this was the discomfort that he wanted to avoid when France paid a visit. Every. Single. Time. France would always make him feel this way, and he wanted it to stop. It felt like torture to his fast beating heart that wanted to tear itself out of his chest and fall onto the floor, but it couldn't because his ribs were there and they would never let him do that.

There was a quiet moment as France stared deep into England's eyes. It felt like years before England blinked and turned away, his face turning a tomato read. Wow, it had only been about ten seconds or so…

"Francis! Please, don't get so close to me Damnit!"He said as he grabbed his tea and chugged it down. He coughed, some of the tea had gone down the wrong pipe and his breaths had grown heavy.

"It's so fun to mess with you England~!" France said cheerfully as he sipped his tea and looked up at the mural.

"You're a horrible person."

"I'm only showing you my undying love for you!"

Undying love. What a wretched lie. England was growing annoyed and sighed as he scooted away from France.

A quiet, and so quiet that France barely picked it up, feminine voice came from outside a nearby window. France turned his head around and peeked back. He was feeling a bit strange, he felt as if… Someone was there… Maybe it was just his imagination…

"D, Did you hear… That?" France asked wearily as he looked back to England. England looked up to him, utterly confused and shook his head.

"Hear what?" He asked a bit bitterly.

France shook his head and looked back at the window, trying to see if someone was there. Of course, it must have just been him… Right…?

"Look what you did Star!" A girl with dyed white hair bitterly and quietly said to the dyed pink hair girl next to her.

"I'm sorry! It, it's just that… England had to ruin such a cute moment!" Star quietly said back. The white haired girl shook her head and angrily peeked inside, they were talking once again. There was a radio in front of them and it was replaying everything the two were doing. But they had to look up and over the window sill to see what France and England were doing.

"It's okay Agent Star, France thinks it's just his imagination. Thank the heavens!" She said as she listened in once more.

"Few! I thought we might get in deep shit Agent Fruba! This is so cute though… I just… I just wanna… Scream!" Star said quietly, almost talking in her normal voice as she said scream.

"Shhhhh!" Agent Fruba hushed as she had a finger up to her lips.

The two turned their attention back at the targets. Yes. It was all in a matter of time before the plan went into action… They just had to wait…

So... o3o Please... comment and tell me what you think... I don't mind critiquing either... ; u ; But do comment...

AND I'M SO SORRY... ;;;; IT'S SO SHORT. MICROSOFT WORD LIED TO ME. DB Seven pages on there looks long! Chapter Two (If there will be a chapter two... WHICH I HOPE PEOPLE ENJOYED CHAPTER ONE... ;;;;;;) will be much longer...