Heyyy guys! Really wanted to post this story, thought about while I was at work today and I actually couldn't wait to get home and post it so here goes! Enjoy!

Another thing; I know that England's siblings are all male (Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland) but I've made the one who I'm talking about female. Get Iggy to get off his high horse and tell Alfred how he feels hm? Anywho, here's chapter one :)

Chapter one: The Date.

Stomping up the driveway like a madman, England barely glanced at the flag flying proudly above the doorstep. It looked exactly like England's except with a large red hand in the middle of it. Upon arriving at the door, he banged it loudly.

"NORTHERN IRELAND! OPEN THIS BLOODY DOOR, RIGHT NOW!"

Sure enough, moments later, the door opened and England's jaw dropped. The girl standing in front of him, looked nothing like the woman he usually saw, dressed in army combat, blowing up anything and everything. The girl in front of him looked, well, quite frankly gorgeous. Her long brown hair cascaded down in ringlets over her shoulders and her wine coloured lips matched the extremely seductive red dress that was slit at the side. Her feet were adorned in little silver heels and made her slightly taller than her normal 5ft 6.

England, after looking her up and down a few times, snapped his mouth shut and glowered at her. Northern Ireland, however, was looking distracted and just grabbed him and hauled him into the house. He followed her as she entered her bedroom and sat down in front of a mirror and began fiddling with her eyes. She said nothing but smiled at him through the mirror. He almost growled at her.

"Going somewhere?" He asked through gritted teeth. She glanced up at him through the mirror and grinned.

"Yup. To dinner." She didn't elaborate and England didn't need her to. He knew exactly where she was going and who she was going with. He just wanted to hear her say it.

"So, what, like a date?" He felt his heart beating rapidly and his hands sweating. Maybe France had got it wrong. Maybe she was just going out with one of her brothers. But why would she dress like that? He shook his head a few times and looked to her.

"Yeah, I can't wait! I can't believe he asked me! I nearly melted when he did!" Suddenly her eyes glazed over like she was daydreaming and England glared at her. It couldn't be, could it? She wouldn't do that to me would she? England thought desperately. He needed to know, he just couldn't bear it any longer.

"Well, spit it out! Who's the….lucky guy?" He took a deep breath and nearly exploded when he heard her answer.

"America of course!" Northern Ireland stood and turned to him and upon noticing the look on her older brother's face frowned at him. The phrase 'if looks could kill' came to mind.

"England? What's wrong?" She asked, concerned. England glowered at her.

"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG? I'll tell you what's bloody wrong little sister! You, going on a date with America, that's what's wrong! I mean, for God sakes, its America. AMERICA. He's a complete wanker, who, God knows, will probably bring you to McDonald's on this of-called date of yours." England set his mouth in a straight line. "I forbid you to go out with him."

Northern Ireland's eyes flashed and she growled at the leader of the United Kingdom.

"Excuse me? You forbid me? You can't tell me what to do. If I want to date America, I bloody well will! It's none of your damn business who I go out with or what I do in my spare time. So if you don't mind, oh dear brother, my date is going to be here in any minute so can you…hm, how should I say this? Oh yeah…piss off?"

England laughed harshly and replied spitefully, "Oh yes I can tell you what to do, little sister! I own you. You can't do anything without my say-so. You think it's just a coincidence that I turn up at your house moments before you're going on a date with the world's biggest fat-ass? France told me! You, apparently, have been telling everyone you're going on a date with America. Everyone, except me! Why the hell not?"

"Why do you think, England?" Northern Ireland cried, moving closer to her brother, "Because I knew you would get like this! I mean, God, what's your problem? It's like you're jealous or something…"

England froze at her words and dropped his eyes to the floor. Her saying that reminded him why France had told England about this in the first place.

"SHE'S WHAT?"

England's eyes literally popped out of their sockets as he gaped at the blonde haired man sitting opposite him in his house. The Frenchman chuckled slightly.

"You heard me. Northern Ireland is going a date with America. Isn't that nice?" France raised his eyebrows at England knowingly.

"Nice? NICE? Of course it's not bloody nice! It's a disgrace!" England exclaimed, jumping up and pacing around the living room nervously. The Frenchman watched him closely.

"Well what's the problem Angleterre? I was sure you would be happy for your little sister, non?"

England glanced at France with a glare fixed on his face.

"That's where you're wrong, you damn frog, because I am not happy about this, not at all! I mean, what does America even see in her? She's not even attractive…the way she dresses all the time. Like a man, it's pitiful." He spat his words out and France arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, smirking slightly at the distressed Englishman.

"I would have to disagree with you on that one, Mon ami. Northern Ireland isn't so young anymore. She has established herself well over these past few years. Her people are no longer killing each other and she has a good government. In the matter of her physical appearance, but be stupid Angleterre; she has inherited the Kirkland family looks..." France winked and England shot daggers in his direction and was about to reply when France spoke again.

"But I understand your problem, Mon Cher. I mean, I would be extremely pissed off if one of my siblings' decided to date the man I was in love with."

England's jaw dropped.

"What? W-who, w-why, w-what are you-?" He stammered and France just smiled knowingly.

"Come on, England, I am the nation of amour! How did you not expect me to realise that you are falling for petit Amerique. I have to say, I don't blame you…if you didn't like him so much, maybe I-"

"Shut the hell up France and stay away from America." The word's left England's mouth before he realised it and cursed when France grinned at him.

"See? I told you. Now," France, his face growing suddenly and unusually serious said, "About this pickle you are in. I have only one idea. You tell Northern Ireland you don't want her dating America. Make up some bullshit excuse and if that fails, you tell her the truth." France settled back in the armchair he was sitting in and stared at the very flustered and red-faced Englishman before him.

"Tell her the truth? Jesus, France, that's not possible. The reason I call him names and pull him down all the time, is because I don't want anyone to know how I feel. You know us English; it's difficult for us to talk about our feelings. Stiff upper lip and all that. If I told her, God knows what she'd say! Or do! She might tell America. And then I would be ruined." He tore his tortured gaze away from France and sighing heavily, looked out the window.

France simply shrugged and said quietly, "Well, do what you will then. But remember Angleterre, you are never going to get anywhere with America if you never tell him how you feel. And you never know… he might like you back." There was certain suggestion in France's voice and England looked to him and gaped.

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"

England finally looked up to see Northern Ireland, staring at him, opened mouthed.

"No way."

England said nothing.

"NO WAY!"

Again England said nothing but just stared back down at the floor, sadness overwhelming him. Suddenly he was encased in a hug. He gasped but hesitantly put his arms around his sister and hugged her back. A moment later, Northern Ireland drew back and searched her brother's face, concern and worry etched upon her features.

"England, I am so sorry. I didn't know." She suddenly ran to her bag and picked out her mobile and said quietly, "I'll ring America now. Tell him I want to cancel our-"

At that very moment the doorbell rang.

Both Northern Ireland and England looked at each other and thought the exact same thing.

Oh Shit.

There you go! Hope you enjoyed it! Please review as it's my first Hetalia story! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! I'll love you forever and answer any questions! Cheers guys! LucyMoon1992