A/N beware this is my first Hetalia Fanfic it will most likely suck. Please give me feedback and advice.
The sound of America munching on burgers was the only thing England could hear coming from the other country sitting across from him in the disgusting and greasy fast-food restaurant. He had enough of the smell in the place it made him want to barf.
"So you get what I'm saying, bro?" The country asked him with the same stupid grin he always wore.
"Do I have to repeat myself? I can't understand you when you're eating those bloody burgers!" Britain was tired of his "Friend" always eating that greasy meat in a bun that Americans called food. America just laughed at the angry looking Englishman.
"Anyways, the reason I invited you here is because I have something to tell you..." The American blushed slightly well saying this and looked at the table and at the burger that sat on it. "I-I k-kind of like you England..." Both the countries blushed at each other and stared at the floor.
"A-America… I kind of like you too…" The Englishman looked up at America when he stated this. They stared at each other and then both got up. England embraced the other country in a hug and kissed his cheek.
"E-England…" America was about to kiss the Britain when England woke up from the dream.
"Agh… And right at the good part…" The Great Britain got up out of his Victoria styled bed only wearing his union jack boxers. He headed to the bathroom to start his morning routine. He couldn't believe he was dreaming about HIM again.
"This has to be the last time… I mean it's not likes me back. He left me! Right, Flying mint bunny?" He looked at the flying bunny next to him. He patted the bunny's head and went back to combing his hair.
"AGH! I can't do this anymore I have to tell him!" The brush almost snapped in the intense Britain's hands. He ran out the bathroom and got dressed in his button up shirt and sweater vest. After putting on his shoes he headed out the down and got in his car driving off towards the airport.
-At America's house. America's POV-
He was the one I wanted to get away from. He was the one that I fought against for my freedom. Yet, I always went to him for help; he was like my only friend…Was I in love with him. What is wrong with me? Am I going mad? This can't be happening… And what's worst is he just showed up at my house…
A/N yep better than half Irkens no?
France: Ohonhonhon~ I sense a lemon
Me: *facepalm* yes yes there will be yaoi later in the fuckin' fic