The World Meeting had just ended when America timidly walked up to Britain, there were still quite a few countries left in the room; France, Prussia and Spain were to the side planning their next attack on Britain after they had thrown flour bombs at him so he had got them back by turning them into a frog, a dog and a turtle and had had to stay that way for the week after. Britain glanced over to them now and then as he worked on some papers, trying to figure out what their next plan was, jumping when he saw America in front of him. "What the bloody hell do you want?" Maybe that had been a tad harsh... America looked immediately like he was going to burst out crying, he was shaking. The American was never scared, at least not when talking to others.
His voice tremble as he spoke, "A-Arthur there is something I need to tell you..." His face was pale, almost ghostly. Canada noticed from far away how pale he was, hanging back to watch everything. Britain merely rolled his eyes after a little while and got back to work. "I love you! A-And if it is alright with you I would like to go on a date..." Silence fell in the room, a distinctly upset France clenched his fist, trying hard not to yell out what was in his mind. Britain stared at America, taken back. He dropped his pen.
Holy shit... He couldn't break America's heart, could he? He didn't love him, he wasn't interested in relationships. He never had been. "A-America... I-I'm sorry but..." He scanned the room in desperation, noticing France's encouraging smile, as if he was willing him to say yes to America. No, all he needed to say was that he didn't like him in that way... That's all. "But I'm with France." What? Where did that come from? Did he just say that? It couldn't have been him...
His face began to blush, not knowing how to get out of this, poor America was startled, heart broken, "Oh... Okay... When did you two start going out?" America watched him, puzzled, trying to take it all in. Except France had immediately locked onto the fact that Britain had said him and was grinning, wrapping his arm around him. "Oui! We've been dating for a couple of months, you know how Angleterre is. He won't tell anyone until he has to. I'm sorry America..." He winked to Britain, trying to get him to go with it as Britain tried to pull his arm off his shoulder.
Stupid Frog... He didn't need his help, his thoughts were interrupted by Spain and Prussia rushing over to congratulate them, giving him a high five. "Nice one! Have you got him laid yet?" Prussia burst out with the question, adding to America's misery. Britain squeaked at the thought of having sex with that Frog, "No!" There was a sudden flash of encouragement in America's eyes and as much as he hated it he glanced over to France for help. "Arthur wanted to wait a bit." There was an almost sigh in France's voice, as if they were actually dating and he wasn't letting France have sex with him.
There was a wail of laughter from Spain and Prussia, falling into one another as they laughed hard. "Sounds like France is starting to settle down. Christ... You and no sex is like Switzerland and no gun." France gave them one of his glares and they soon shut up. Wanting to get out of there as soon as possible, he grabbed France's hand, giving him a 'we need to talk' look. "Sorry everyone, we're late for a very important date." Britain blushed a bright red as he saw the satisfaction in France's eyes. Why the hell did he have to use a quote from Alice in Wonderland right fucking now?
Once around the corner he pushed France into one of the spare meeting rooms, "Well someone is eager." France grinned, tempted to kiss Britain there and then. "Shut the hell up! Just shut the hell up! We need to talk about this." He hissed to France, his arms becoming erratic. France's hands coiled around his arms, smiling as he talks, "Why don't we go and talk about it over a cup of tea? I'm sure we can come to an arrangement best for both of us." Britain tried to grab his hair, his face alight in horror at France's delight. "I'm not having sex with you! We might have been together before but I'm not letting you get the best of me this time."
France sighed, shaking his head, "Non, non! You miss understood me! I didn't mean it like that!" His face ached with pain, the memories of the other times they had been together coming back to him as they regularly did, stabbing him repeatedly in the heart. "Angleterre, I just want what is best for you. I'm not this stupid pervert you always make me out to be." His voice was heavy with frustration, wanting Britain to calm down. At last Britain gave in, unable to stop looking at the stormy blue eyes in front of him. "Okay..." His voice is small, his submission limited.