Here are chapters 3 and 4. I'm going to try to have everything I have written up as quickly as I can since I only have to edit some of it. Again, I'm the only one betaing this, so I'm, sorry for any mistakes. A couple of translations at the bottom.


"England, do I really have to wear this?" America frowned at his reflection. His hear had been tied with a black ribbon. At least he didn't have to wear one of those powdered wigs. The clothes weren't exactly him neither, he felt awkward and out of place in them.

England didn't seem to notice his discomfort, or chose to ignore it, already knowing America wouldn't be happy. "You look like a true British gentleman." England fixed America's coat one more time before stepping back to admire his work.

The colony had really grown into a handsome boy. England's face quickly heated as he turned away. Thankfully America was far too busy pouting to notice.

"It's warm, why do we have to wear so many layers of clothing anyway." It wasn't really a question as America finally stepped away from the full body mirror. Maybe he would be able to convince England to try and sneak away from the party early. In truth the only thing he liked about those events was the food.

Maybe he should have asked England if he was allowed to bring John with him. Next time he would ask. Maybe with someone he knew it wouldn't be so bad.

He knew England, but knowing the Empire would probably be dragged away to talk with the officials. Or maybe by some of the ladies in the party, as a child he remembered how they would circle him. America didn't want to think about why that bothered him so much.

Maybe it was the fact he wasn't able to hang around him often and when he came to visit something always distracted or kept him busy. Even now it was happening again. England had been around for two days and they still hadn't had a chance to just sit down and talk.

"America we are leaving." The colony turned around to find out that England was already making his way out. He quickly moved to follow after.

The carriage was waiting for them outside, along with a group of soldiers. America didn't understand why they needed a guard. If anyone dared to try anything he was more than capable of protecting them. But England seemed to believe it was necessary.

England was always worrying over small things.

"Isn't this too much? All this men, I mean?" America finally dared to ask when they were both seated and the carriage was moving.

"Huh?" England was startled out of his thoughts. America tried to hold back a giggle after noticing the other's flushed face. "I guess, the Governor was the one who sent them. It doesn't bother me." England also thought it was unnecessary, he could fight better than any of these men. But after many years, he was used to humans sometimes taking these unnecessary precautions.

It was also a way for the governor to show that he had an important guest. Not many people went around with a group of armed British officials. It was just like humans to wish to show off in such a way.

The Governor's home was impressive, even bigger than America's own home, which in comparison to some of the other houses in town was impressive on its own. It had been built under England's own supervision, the best for his care.

People stood in groups talking and showing off the latest fashions in Europe.

America tried to talk to some of the other guests, but he found the subjects boring quickly. In the end America found himself standing outside. He needed the fresh air and to get away from the party for a moment.

The last time he'd seen England, the Empire was been dragged away, with an apologetic look on his face. America did feel sorry for England. But England was the one who had accepted to come, so whatever they did to him, he deserved it.

Without America noticing, someone else walked outside and joined him in the gardens. It wasn't until the other person coughed and said something that America finally turned around in surprise.

"I'm sorry." America's eyes widened when he got a better look of the other person. It was the same woman he had met the previous day. "You." America stepped back in surprise.

The woman simply smiled. She said something, but America didn't really understand it. "Ah." He blushed, knowing he probably looked like a fool with his mouth hanging slightly open.

"Pardonne-moi, forgive me. I thought…" She smiled once more, deep in thought. "It makes sense thought, he hates my language."

The woman was now talking to herself, with only made America feel more confused. While he waited for her to talk he took a better look at her. They were closer now, which meant, he could see now her eyes were indeed purple.

She was pretty. One of the most beautiful women he'd seen in the colonies. She reminded America of one of those painting, England would sometimes show him. But there was also something else, something different. It bothered him that he couldn't place it.

'Ah~" Finally it looked like the woman remembered he was there. "My mind drifts sometimes. I meant to ask, what is such a handsome garçon doing out here by himself."

"I'm not alone…I came with someone." America just didn't exactly know where they were.

"Non, that is much worse. Why would they leave you alone out here?" The woman had moved closer, her hand grabbing his chin. Her fingers were long and pale, but warm against his skin, even with the low temperature. America blushed harder, noticing how close they were.

"I would never do such a thing." She finally ended the distance between them, to brush his lips with her own. America finally regained control of his body and stepped back, hand now over his mouth.

"What…" America's embarrassment only seemed to amuse his companion. She said something else, but this time America was able to understand what of her words. 'Angleterre'. "England."

"Huh." She finally stopped laughing. "So innocent, you are truly Angleterre's child." The woman turned around to leave, but America stepped forward.

"Who are you? How do you know about England?" America wasn't unable to see her face, if he had, he would have seen her smile. "Are you a nation?"

"Petit Amérique, you may call me Francine. Don't worry your mind too much, I assure you, we will be meeting again sooner than you think. But if I may, I will ask you not to tell Angleterre about this meeting." Just as she had come and no different from the previous day, the woman then disappeared, leaving America more confused.

But her name sounded familiar. America was sure he'd heard that name before. He just couldn't remember where.

The American made his way back into the party. But he was unable to see her in there. She probably had left. He was able to find England thought, who looked thankful and happy to see him.

England was dancing with one of the women. He didn't look very comfortable thought as they both swirled around the room. America wondered what it would be like dancing with someone like that, dancing with England. He'd danced with him as a child, England picked him up and swirled him around. But it wasn't the same now that he was taller.

He didn't dare ask.

The image of England faded into that woman, Francine. America blushed, remembering the kiss and shook his head. He didn't want to think about that. He could still remember the feeling of her lips against his own, even if had only been for a brief moment.

By then England had managed to escape the attentions of the young woman. "Are you enjoying yourself?" England moved closer to America.

America nodded, he wasn't enjoying the party. But the meeting he'd just had was something different. Something that had inevitable caught his full attention. He wanted to know more about that woman. He was sure she was a nation now, one he'd met before. He just couldn't exactly place who she was in his mind.

The day outside was beautiful, warm and a clear blue sky. Very different from the weather back in London if what England said was true. It was a perfect day to be outside.

England finally had no plans for the day and America had managed to pull his mentor outside. He would have preferred to go further away from the house. But England hadn't had a chance to rest and the walk would be too much for him. America still planned to have the picnic before England left.

But for now seating outside in the large garden would do. England himself looked after it when he visited his colony. While he was away he had humans look after it. But now that America had grown up, he was the one that took care of it for England. It made him feel good to work with his hands and it kept him busy when he was bored.

"I never had a chance to ask if you enjoyed your gifts?" England placed the cup down as he studied his colony.

"Yes, I always enjoy what you bring me." It had been mostly tea, some books and clothes (that wouldn't fit).

"I'm sorry about the clothes, I knew you had grown, but never imagined it would be this much." England had been forced to give America some of his own, which wouldn't fit for very long since the colony was now taller than him. "I've sent for larger ones, they should arrive with the next shipment."

America smiled at the other, taking a small sip of the tea. While he appreciated the gifts, he wished England wouldn't bother himself so much over them. He wouldn't wear the fancy clothes often, if he wore them at all. He also kept the tea for England and any other guests, rarely drinking it himself.

"Thank you." Yet America couldn't bring himself to say anything to England. He'd tried before and England had ignored him, insisting that it wasn't a bother for him to get America those things.

They finished their tea in silence. They had been talking since the early morning hours. England told him about what went on in Europe, his brothers and even his Government. America told him about the colonies. What he'd done in the past years. England was happy to learn about all of the advances in his studies, with the help of his tutors.

America even told England about his friend John. At that England had looked a bit sad, America knew why. Having human friends was always a risky thing. While nations stayed young, almost immortal for the most parts. Humans aged and died. Having them as friends, made it harder and painful to know that one day they were going to die.

America still remembered the first time that had happened to him. He'd been but a small child back then. He'd become close friends with a small colonial girl. Before her thirteen birthday she had fallen ill and had passed away. After that, he had witnessed many of the townspeople also fall ill and die or just die of age.

Not fully understanding what was happening, America had cried for months, even after England had explained it to him. Yet even now knowing, America couldn't bring himself to distance himself from. Even knowing what the future would bring, he made the best of the present and enjoying his time with them.

"Lord Kirkland, there is someone out here to see you." Both men turned to look at the maid. America started back at England. He had promise that he hadn't made any plans for the day, that they would be spending it together.

England turned to look at his American colony. He already had a look of regret on his face. America frowned, but said nothing. He should have expected it. England never had any time for him anymore. As much as he didn't want to pout like a child, he was unable to stop himself. In the four days England had been visiting him, he'd been around other people more.

"Who is it?" America heard the Englishman ask. But before the maid could answer, someone else joined them.

"Angleterre, it is very ungentlemanly to keep a lady waiting." Even before England turned to look at the person, he recognized the deep accent and high pitched voice.

He turned to glare at the woman who had walked outside to join them in the garden. He heard the maid gasp and then turn to quickly leave. "I don't like to waste my manners on someone like you."

America who had been sitting to across from him and in that moment had also been looking at the woman turned in surprise to loom at England. Not only was he taken by surprise by whom their guest was, he'd never heard England talk like that before. England had made sure of that.

Yet that woman always brought out the worse in him.

"Now, now Mon Cher, There is no need to be like that. I come in good terms after all." The two nations continued to glare at each other, completely ignoring the third one.

It wasn't until America coughed that they seemed to remember he was there. "Mon Dieu, petit Amérique has grown hasn't he." There was gleeful hint in her eyes as she stepped closer, grabbing the colony's jaw and turning his head around as she inspected him.

This caused America to blush and notice the small wink she gave him. On the other had this action quickly angered England, who the pulled the colony away from France's grasp.

"Keep your hands to yourself." England spat out, pulling the American closer to him. Almost like he was afraid France would do something to him.

France smiled at that. "May I at least sit down?"

England sighted. "Fine." He finally said bitterly, it was clear he wasn't happy about it.

England stepped towards the table, still dragging a very confused America with him. He pulled a chair out for France and waited for her to sit down. As much as he disliked his fellow country, he was still very much a gentleman.

"Jane, bring more tea." England finally called at the maid, keeping a close eye on France all the time.

"For me, I would prefer some wine instead." France's attention had switched from England to America. Her looks were almost predatory. England did not like the interest she was showing towards his colony. The protective side of him was quickly taking over.

"Why are you here, France?" France smiled at the Englishman, still not taking her eyes off America.

"Angleterre, you're always right to the point." She finally turned away from America. "But I just wanted to visit an old friend."

"I'm too old for that trick. I knew you too well." England gripped the side of the table, still glaring at the French nation. "But I see that you aren't going to bother with the truth."

"Angleterre has always been very untrusting." France said, ignoring the glaring Englishman and instead focusing on the American. "As a child he was at time unbearable."

"Ah…I…" America blinked a couple of times. He hadn't been paying attention after England had said her name. He knew now why she had looked so familiar.

"I should go." America suddenly spoke up, trying to stand up.

"Non. I'm the one that should be on her way. I just wanted to make sure Angleterre knew I was around." France stood up, just as she was about to leave the maid returned with the drinks. Picking the wine she drank it, putting it back down once she was done.

Her eyes found America's and she gave him an innocent smile, "Au revoir." Neither America nor England missed the small wink she gave them.

"I can't believe that woman, the nerve." England picked his own tea and drank it. But it wasn't enough. England wondered if he had a bottle of rum lying around, he needed something strong. "I'm sorry, that you were forced to see that. That woman just upsets me."

America was tempted to ask about England and France's relationship. Each time England spoke about her, he only had bad things to say.

When America has asked Canada, it had been a very different story. For America this was the first time seen and talking to her since he had first encountered the European nations. It was no wonder he had been unable to recognize her right away after so many years.

"I'm going to find out what she wants." England turned to look at his colonies. "America have you seen France here before."

"Oh?" No, this was the first time." America quickly looked away, unable to hold eye contact with the Empire. He'd never lied to England before.

"England looked at the colony, but said nothing. He began to talk to himself as he left the room.

Once he was gone America breathed out in relief. He hated lying to England. But America wasn't sure what his reaction would be if he found out America had spoken with France.


Pardonne-moi – Forgive me.
Garçon – boy.
Angleterre – England.
Petit Amérique – little America.

Non - No.
Au revoir - Goodbye/Till we meet again.

Mon Cher - My Dear.
Mon Dieu – My god.

I hope these are close, my French is not the best.