PROLOGUE:

England trudged out of the U.N. building feeling relieved it was over. He usually got at least something out of the meetings, but he really wasn't feeling it today. There had been the argument between him and Frogface, but that was completely normal. Nothing actually interesting had happened that day. It was all just so... boring.

"England, duuude!" England cringed at the loud, obnoxious voice that he knew all too well. He couldn't deal with him anymore today.

"England, where are you going?" America called out even louder as England sped his pace up. He knew it wasn't the thing a gentleman would do, but he had had enough. Hopefully, America would take a hint and go bother some other poor nation, probably Japan or What's-his-name. Once America started running up to him, England did the same and broke out into a full-on run.

After a few minutes of running away, England turned around and was pleased to see America was not there. "Hah, he must've given up!" He muttered triumphantly.

"Who gave up?' America asked between pants. England cursed under his breath and glanced over at the bane of his existence.

"America, I am not in the mood for your... unpleasantness... today." America completely ignored his comment.

"So, Iggy, what are our plans for today?"

"We do not have any plans, but I plan on returning to my hotel," England said through gritted teeth.

"Don't you mean my hotel?" America said with a smirk. Every time there was a meeting at America's place, all the nations stayed at the same hotel in the exact same rooms they had had the last time. This was an issue for England because he was stuck with the room across from him being occupied by the one nation worse than America, France.

He could still remember the first time that he had stayed in that room. He had complained to America about the room situation, who simply chuckled and said "Thought it'd remind you of home. At least, that's what France said."

"Whatever you would like to call it!" England snapped. With that, he began to rush to the hotel. It wasn't that far, but every step felt like it took longer with America following and jabbering behind him.

Once he had finally reached the hotel, America had a look of disappointment in his eyes.

"Does this mean I can't come with?" America asked. A glare from England answered his question, and he left soon after.

England sighed with relief and entered the tall white building. His eyes scanned the floor for an elevator and quickly found one. Normally, he would've taken the stairs- after all, he liked the exercise- but today he just felt too tired. He was also a bit afraid of being cornered by France in the middle of the stairway where no one could hear him scream.

He pressed the '3' button and waited for the doors to close. Tragedy struck when he saw France striding toward the elevator with a long feminine finger pointing straight at him.

"No, no, no, no!" England rapidly pressed the 'close door' button. He sighed with relief as the door closed, only to have that sigh turn into a high-pitched shriek as France's hand pried the doors back open and he trotted up next to him.

England groaned in misery. He just couldn't catch a damn break.

"What do you want with me, Frogface?" England was just so sick of interaction with any of the nations in that meeting room.

"You know exactly what I want."

England gaped at him with horror.

"What are you suggesting, you pig?" England asked wearily. He knew full well, but he hoped that maybe he could maybe distract him for a long enough time for them to reach their floor before anything that France intended to happen could happen.

"Our game, silly Angleterre!" France purred. "What were you thinking?"

England's cheeks flushed bright red.

"O-of course! The game, I knew that." he insisted desperately. He couldn't have been more relieved that France was referring to their game and not something more perverse. Well, not to say that the game itself was not in its own way perverse.

"I know who I think our next challenge should be," he said with a smile that had England a bit concerned for whoever this might be.

"Well, go ahead and say it." England demanded, ready to hear.

"Now, don't immediately say no.."

"Bloody hell!"

"What? I haven't even said it yet!"

"We are not competing to get in Sealand's pants!"

France gave him a look of disgust. He covered his mouth and he turned a little green.

"What on Earth is wrong with you?"

"More like what's wrong with you! There is no way my brother is our next challenge!"

"No, no, England! That's not what I meant, I meant-"

"No, I know exactly what you mean! God, I knew you were disgusting but this is just awful!"

"For the love of all that is good, will you let me explain?"

"What? Explain how you're going to take Sealand's innocence?!" England was so disgusted by even the thought of France touching the little boy.

"I don't want to have sex with Sealand!" France blurted right as the elevator doors had begun to open, revealing a startled Finland, angry Sweden, and a clueless Sealand.

FInland was on the verge of tears as he backed away, putting Sealand behind him. Sweden stepped forward, a dark aura around him. Before the Swedish man could say a single word, France pushed the "close door" button so rapidly he jammed it and almost broke his finger.

"See what you've done? Now they're going to believe we're pedophiles and Sweden is going to kill me!" France whimpered.

"What I've done? You're the one who suggested the repulsive idea." England retorted.

"I wasn't talking about Sealand, where is your mind today? And the other nations call me a pervert..."

"If you weren't talking about Sealand, who did you mean? Who else would possibly bother me besides the ones we already said were off-limits?"

"Amérique."

Disclaimer; We don't nor will we ever, own Hetalia. Hey guys, in case there's any confusion with this chapter, here is some clarification. If you didn't guess from above, the 'game' is who can have sex with the chosen nation first. As hinted above, there are a couple of nations that were initially agreed upon as off-limits. These include: Lichtenstein (because Switzerland would shoot someone, and she's so innocent), Italy, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales. Sealand wasn't on the original list, because neither of them would ever even consider that. Most people write France as a pervert and a pedophile- this is NOT one of those fanfictions. We (the co-writers) both like France & England, hence the Frus and Usuk shippage. We are going to be uploading every four days during the summer. Our summer break will be lasting until the second of September. Once then, we will have to decide on a new schedule (If the story ends up being that long) By the way, this isn't a porno. It's rated T for suggestive themes, intense make-out sessions, implied sex, and mild cussing.