its late, im upset because my spirit guide never came when I contacted him/her (must've done something wrong), and tomorrow I'm getting my retainers. so enjoy this, thanks. by the way, France is a bit out of character, but that's because he's never been in love before and love makes you change. idk, but this is one of my favorites

"America!" said nation froze, turning to see England looking more determined than before.

"I'm not having a naked party!" America shouted. England groaned.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn? It's for France. He got me a really good Christmas present, so…" England trailed off.

"No!" America shouted again. England pulled off his own shirt.

"Take off your clothes," He ordered. America scoffed, turning to leave. "Fine, you bloody git, then I'll do it for you!" America was pinned to the wall.

"Damn it, England, you can't top me!" America screamed. England struggled with America's shirt.

"I'm going to smack you so hard-!" England warned. America gave in, pulling his shirt off over his head and making his glasses go crooked.

"Fine! You're paying for this tonight," America threatened. England blushed and watched America take off his pants.

"While you finish decorating, I'll lure the other nations here," England explained putting the phone to his ear. America threw his boxers at the Brit. "Bloody twat," England hissed.

England's facial expression changed, signaling someone had answered his call to Canada. "Oh! Prussia! Listen, you can help me, you know. So France's birthday is today, yes? Well, can you come over and have a naked surprise birthday party for him with us? And…yes, strip Canada too. Oh, he can sacrifice one day of his dignity for his father! I am, and America is…no, we weren't doing anything before!"

America rolled his eyes and fixed his glasses. This was going to be a long day.

Liechtenstein contemplated ways to surprise her brother so she could tie him up and give him as a present. Switzerland wouldn't be that angry…would he? Liechtenstein grabbed for Switzerland's phone as it rung, snatching it before Swissy could answer it.

"Hello, Switzerland's phone, Liechtenstein speaking. No, I can't. I'm trying to find a way to tie him up for France's birthday present. I'm not stripping my brother; France can do that himself. Okay, bye England," Liechtenstein hung up. Swissy mewed.

"Liechtenstein, who was that?" Switzerland asked, turning the corner into the kitchen. Liechtenstein picked up the nearest frying pan and hit the Swiss boy over the head with it. He fell to the floor with a groan.

"Quick, Swissy, help me tie him up!" She ordered. Liechtenstein and her cat had managed to tie up Switzerland before he came out of his dazed state. "Good job!" she smiled.

"Mew?"

"…how are we gonna get him to France's?"

France waltzed down the street, humming to himself and scratching absently on his beard. He went to the bank and flirted with the lady at the counter until she called for security, and then he got a call from England just as the security guard started to drag him out of the bank.

"Bonjour, Angleterre!" France greeted. There was shouting and screaming in the back, but suddenly all went silent.

"Can you come over to my house for a moment? I have something to discuss with you, Frog," England replied, though he was breathing heavily.

"Ah~, mon cher, are you playing dirty, kinky games with Amerique again?" France had to admit, that statement also served to make the security guard back off.

"O-oi, you bloody frog, you keep your mouth shut!" England usually did that when he meant yes. France laughed.

"Okay, okay, I'll drop by!" France smiled.

"I'll see you in a few minutes."

France opened the door to England's house without knocking and walked in. "Angleterr-!" France jumped back with a yelp. A bunch of naked nations jumped out of hiding places. Naked. Nations. France held his nose.

Romano threw a tissue box at the Frenchman's face, though he hadn't been trying to be helpful. France laughed. "Thank you, Angleterre!" He smiled.

"Switzerland couldn't come," England replied. France frowned.

"Why not?" He asked. America shrugged.

"I don't know. Liechtenstein picked up and told England that Switzerland refused to have anything to do with you," America informed.

'I'm glad I lied to you, America,' England thought, irritated. France looked startlingly depressed now. He instantly cheered up, though. "Let's feel up some vitals, oui?"

With a scream, Romano darted away from Spain. The older man blinked. "Romano~!" he whined, chasing after the Italian. France laughed lecherously.

France let himself into his own house, sighing. It had been hard to pretend it was the best birthday ever. In fact, it was quite wonderful. Who would have thought England would actually throw him a naked party? America and England both got smashed before France left. He was glad he installed that camera in England's room. Who knows what juicy blackmail he'd get? And then he could make quite a few Euros by selling the footage to Hungary.

France glanced into the kitchen. He hadn't eaten any of England's cooking (he could have sworn something on one of the plates winked at him!) but he really wasn't in the mood to eat, let alone cook.

France started to practically drag himself down the hall to his room. He tripped over a small box by his door. Ignoring it, as he'd just open it in the morning, France turned the doorknob and let himself into his bedroom.

"France, you turned my own sister against me!" France snapped his head up at the sound of the Swiss boy's voice. Switzerland continued to struggle in the confinements of his rope prison. "Untie me so I can go get my gun and blow your fucking head off!" Switzerland shouted.

France's gaze drifted down to the knife strapped to Switzerland's leg. Where he could easily reach it. Hm… "Why didn't you just use the knife that only you and I know about to cut the rope?" France questioned. He turned and grabbed the box in the silence that followed his inquiry

'I took away his weapons. He wasn't screaming when I left him, but his face was red. Could he be hurt? I didn't hit him that hard with the pan. ~Liechtenstein' France looked up at Switzerland, still struggling to find an answer to the question. He was biting his lip, too. France smiled at the adorable look of frustration on the Swiss boy's face.

'Shit, I didn't think he knew about my knife! Fuck it all, I was going to say it but now I've chickened out and I can't! And damn it, I'm not ready to do anything…' Switzerland's cheeks heated up at the thought of doing anything like that with France.

France crossed the room, putting a hand on Switzerland's forehead. "You have a fever," He commented. Switzerland shifted his mint-green eyes away.

"Untie me! I want to go home! I hate you!" Switzerland shouted, pulling away from France's touch. 'Fuck, I said the opposite of what I wanted!' Switzerland's eyes squeezed shut.

France felt the words pierce his heart like a dagger. He unstrapped Switzerland's knife from his leg and cut the ropes for him. Switzerland gasped. "Fine then, go." France could hear the bitter edge to his voice. 'He hates me…this is the worst day ever. What's happening to me?'

Switzerland looked up at France, awe etched on his face. 'He must actually care about me too...well, he did say at America's party…but I assumed it wasn't like that anymore. Anyone else and he would have done whatever with them. He…he actually likes me still!' Switzerland felt so ashamed of himself.

"Well, what are you waiting for! Go!" France snarled, turning on his heels and storming into the kitchen.

Switzerland stumbled to his feet and padded to the kitchen doorway. France was slumped in one of the chairs, head resting on his makeshift pillow of his arms, looking like he was trying to carve harsh words into the white wall in front of him.

Switzerland took a deep breath. He was a strong country, a strong country, and yet he couldn't utter three simple words and tag on a name to them? France looked up at Switzerland, raising his head from his arms. "Didn't I tell you to go home already?" He bit out.

Switzerland surged forward, pressing his lips to the surprised Frenchman's. Before France could even process, the younger blonde had backed up, cheeks red, and ran off.

France put a finger to his lips. It definitely wasn't his first kiss, not even close, and it wasn't his first kiss from someone who actually mattered either. Joan was the first, but she…let's not, France scolded himself.

"He hates me but he kissed me…" France muttered to himself. Whoever said men were easier to understand than women was a complete and utter liar. That person hadn't met Switzerland, and let's not even mention Finland or England or, thank God for that guy, Romano.

France let his head fall to the table with a loud 'clunk!' He fell asleep there

awwww~, you've gotta wait for Switz's birthday, mkay guys? And I love this pairing, no bashing. by the way, some may say that faving is love, but do you know how much joy it gives a writer such as myself to see a review? Like, honestly, guys. The first review I ever got told me my story was great and to keep writing, and I literally started crying. Seriously, you guys don't know how it makes me feel. It is you guys that slowly raise my low-self-esteem. you guys and my girlfriend. and my friends. never mind that, REVIEW PLEASE!