A/n: Well after forever i finally got a muse enough for this to continue it sorry about all of that XD anyway thank ou guys for all the favorites and stuff and remember these chapters are all drables that is all they are so i don't have to strain myself to write a crap load XD anyway enjoy

Summary: His cheeks flushed bright as his hands feverishly pumped the toy into himself. Tears welled in his eyes as his embarrassed voice moaned loudly: "America..." He cursed the multi-colored fireworks that could be seen from across the sea, because after all, today was the fourth of July.

Warnings: I do not own any of the characters or themes! Human names are used btw

Beginning song: Lacrymosa by Evanescence

Ending song: Fairy tail by Alexander Ryback

oOo Life Drops oOo

As soon as England's foot hit american soil, he crunched his boot into the ground as if he was squishing a bug beneath his boots, squashing it into the dirt, tainting the soil. The fact that he had landed on american soil, proved to be obnoxious as the constant pounding of the american anthem grew louder. America's house wasn't far from where England's private jet landed, seeing as how a landing pad was there for easier access to all of the country embodiments. The casual moonlight danced upon England's skin, caressing the fragile curves on England's lithe yet powerful figure. The loud pounding of the anthem was truly going to drive him into the brink of insanity. Breaking into a casual jog england approached the rather well guarded and well kept landscaping of his former child's large estate. Passing by many cars with balloons tied to the antennae wires. A huge and rather obnoxious on the eye banner splayed itself over the welcoming arch that lead to the front door. Obnoxious neon worded letters popping at out anyone who walked up to the entrance. And for a moment england hesitated at the door, butterflies of anticipation circling his belly, he cursed his body, it was burning with the need to see the american, and his bright blue star eyes.

Hesitantly england pressed his knuckles to the wood door and knocked slightly before ringing the doorbell. And to his surprise france answered the door, a smirk spreading from ear to ear as he eyed the britain. Twirling a cup of dark wine in his cup.

"Mon chere, i did not expect you of all people to come to America's birthday party, though i cant see how any country could ignore the blasting music, even from europe the music is so loud..." Frances grin widened as he saw the Brit's eyes darken. "The one you came for is waiting for you" France flashed one last smile at the pissed britain before moving to the side.

"What do you mean he is waiting for me?" England ground out, his heart pounding painfully so in his chest, contrary to what his expression was showing. His heart wanted to sink into the warmth of America's arms and forget the world around them, His mind however wanted to forget the painful decades and years of pain he suffered, wanted to make his former american colony weep. Pain never seemed to faze the boy, recovering fully from the revolution as if it had never happened. But then again that was the americans speciality. Running from those he care for most. Power was what the boy sought out, seemingly without a care if pain was caused in the chaotic fray.

"America expects your presence every year Angerette, Yet each year you fail to make a presence. He never asks for gifts, though the countries always bring them anyway, He always wishes for you to come. Doubt in the young man's eyes every year that you fail to acknowledge his independence..." France swirled the glass of wine in his cup again, smirking brightly, oh how fun it was to create drama between the two.

Without warning england grabbed france by the collar roughly slamming him into the door. "Either you are purposely pissing me off right now, or you do not know how to control that mouth of yours, either way you have pissed me off" England growled out not at all in the mood for the french mans games, Who's arms shot up in a surrendering pose.

"Forgive me i meant no harm." France saved his glass of wine from falling over from the force of England's push. Smaller countries stopped to watch the sudden violent out burst, pausing their dancing and chatting to stare at england. Shocked faces of the familiar european countries glanced his way, knowing full well that arthur made sure to stay clear from america during the week long birthday of his former colony. But what the hell england mused, it was the alcohol fueling him, not that he wouldn't have done this to france on a normal day anyway.

"Where is america!" England practically shouted at france, his anger swallowing the small speck of nervousness he felt. The music stopped and the Dj's voice echoed through the house announcing a song change. During the soundless few seconds loud footsteps caught England's attention as he turned to look at the source of the noise. And there he stood in his full glory, blond hair and big bright blue eyes that still held innocence, but also held something darker. His gaze wandering around his guests, until it locked on england. His eyes darkened for a split second at the sight of france and his current position with england, then his eyes brightened.

"England! I hadn't expected to see you here its a surprise! Not only that but you and france are already at it?" He chuckled lightly and slightly awkwardly as england returned America's luring gaze with a harsh glare.

"You bloody git-" England's threat stopped short by a pair of wine stained lips, arms of the french man snuck around the brits waist pulling him as close as possible, all the while France's eyes gauged the americans response who stood dumbfounded. Starring wide eyed, his eyes holding an emotion that the frenchman could only interoperate as jealousy. England's eyes widened his body to stunned and shocked to do anything but surrender to the Frenchman's less than pleasant kiss. Every one in the room stopped again starring at the commotion. England's cheeks pulsated with shame as he roughly shoved francis of of himself, his lips quivered with another insult, his face morphed into confusion and disgust all at once. He defiantly had not seen that one coming. A soft voice piqued up, a voice that no one cared for.

"F-francis..." The small shaking blond brought his quivering hand to the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, small tears fell down his cheeks, as his small dainty hands clutched the white plush bear to his chest lightly, and before any one could fully process what had happened, the blond sobbed loudly and leapt out the front door pushing himself as far away from the house as possible, only to leave a stunned frenchman confused, and gapping at the place that Matthew had once been.

America wanted to snap and yell at francis for being so ignorant and hurting his brother, but another part of him wanted to crunch the French's skull in. He had kissed england in front of everyone. England unable to stop himself glanced up at america slightly, the boy's expression murderous.

"All of you," America started, "forgive me for his rudeness, i will be absent from the party for a little while so please enjoy yourself's. Have a good time and i will be back shortly to open presents!" He forced out through clenched teeth forcing a fake smile and happy tone. "come with me..." He whispered to england darkly and roughly grabbed the Britain's upper arm.

A/N: This was a bit longer than a drabble lol but so many things have happened in this chapter~ he next chapter i warn you all is going to be dark and a bit depressing so its not going to be a light hearted story. And yes i am adding some side couples~ the bunny love couple as well as franada. AND remember this is a drabble series!