Arthur didn't saying anything as he left the house. He didn't want to say anything. He hurried into the taxi that was waiting outside of France's house. He hurried in and told the driver to ask him to the airport.

He stayed in a daze all the way until he got home. The plane ride wasn't long and soon he made it into his house and went straight to bed. He was so tired wasn't even sure how he had driven himself home. Closing his eyes he fell into a deep sleep.

France sipped his wine as he scanned the world meeting table. His eyes landed on England who seemed calm and was reading through some notes from the last meeting. Then he scanned and looked towards the other three nations who just made his enemy number ones on his list. Scotland seemed to be drinking his beer calmly and glanced over at England as if trying to get the other to met his eyes, which didn't happen.

Calming taking another drink form his wine he looked over at the other countries he tried to see if anyone else had known about the indecent with England. He knew that Prussia might tell his brother but then again Gilbert was still mad the other German for some reason or another.

Spain seemed concerned as well glance at him a few times. Of course the subject wasn't brought up. It was weather it would be a war between their countries or just a fight as their human selves. It purely depended on which one it was. Looking down at his notes he scribbled a few words down. He had to keep an ear out of what they were talking about after all.

Nearly two hours later the meeting was let out and everyone started to leave to get something to eat before heading home or just head home. Since they were in America they would mostly look for a restaurant form their country to eat at.

France walked out and stretched looking for England when he felt something tugging at his shoulder. Looking down he saw a smile face.

"Ah, Canada! How have you been?" France said pulling the smaller country into his arms. "It has been months since we last saw each other, non?"

"Oui. How have you been…?" Matthew asked softly.

They talked for a while before America came by steal his brother and laughing about something before dragging the other off to a burger place. France shook his head and then looked over to see England walking away.

Rushing after him he came into step with the other. He kept his mouth closed and tried to think of what to say to the other. It wasn't like they could talk about what had happened like time they'd seen each other. No, England seemed to want to pretend it never happened. Of course they had to talk about it. They kept walking until they got to the hotel and went in together.

England ignored the blond French man next to him and kept walking keeping his eyes straight ahead. He wouldn't admit he felt comfort in the others presence. Once they got to his door he opened it and walked in. The other slipped in and watched him leave to the next room, most likely to lock his files up.

When he came back he opened the door. "Leave."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want you here, frog!"

"Ah but, Mon Cher, we have things we need to talk about."

England stayed silent for a moment before pointing to the door this time and look away his eyes hidden. France understood this would be hard for him. So he walked out of the room.

France noticed the door closed softly instead of slamming shut. Sighing he walked on to his room when he saw Scotland talking to someone. Going to his room he opened it and waited. When the smaller one walked passed his door he reached out and grabbed him dragging him inside.

Arthur laid down on his bed resting his eyes. He felt sick to his stomach. It heaved early and he had to rush to his bathroom to throw up. Rolling over he thought about Francis. Every though through history they had been bitter rivals and almost natural born killers to one another.

Then years and years later as time passed his began to feel feeling for the man. Of course it was no secret that the countries could date whoever they wanted as long as they dated and were together by their human names and not their countries names.

Silently he thought about Francis. True France always lost but he was very handsome. Now that he thought about it he had seen France nude before and had noticed the other was very sculpted. Strong abs. His arms were well toned too.

Rolling onto his side he blushed feeling warm. Still the image of what his mind came up with made his close his eyes. Picturing in that moment that Francis had held on in his strong arm. Almost in shame he felt his hand slip into his pants and down towards the gathering heat.

Scotland let out a desperate gasp for air when the hands had been removed form his mouth and nose. Coughing as the air filled his lung he pulled at the ropes that tied him down. He heard footsteps to his right when suddenly a cloth was placed over his eyes and darkness took over.

Hours later he work up in a dark room with something chained around his neck and arms locked above something cold. A brick wall…

"Ah… yes… oh…"

England moaned quietly to himself as he continued to press his finger into his prostate. After a few minutes he stopped and reached under the bed and pulled out a vibrator. He licked the thing slowly adding to his already hazed set mind. Once he was sure it was wet enough he lovered it and gently pressed it to his opening. Shivering a little he pished it inside.

Laying back on the bed he spread his legs. Eyes shut he threw his arms over his head and set the setting to the maximum that was seven.

"Ahh! Mm… ah… ah… oh… please! Yes! Haa…!" He cried out eyes opening half way with lust.

Reaching down he press three fingers inside and starte to pum p it up and down inside him causing him to scream out in plausre. Gasping he reached his limt and came, falling back onto the bed. He panted for a while before come down form his high. Sitting up he blushed at who had appeared in his mind the whole time he was fucking himself.

France.

A buzzing noise made him look over at his phone. . It only buzzed once to he got up and took a shower and then came back to see who was texting him. It was form that frog. But what the bloody hell did he mean with his text?

'Mon Cher, There's something waiting for you at the park'

France text England before he got up and walked on to the plane. On the plan a person laid strapped onto a hospital bed. The other was on his to France after a horrible strident.

"Francis, who is that?" one of the bodyguards asked.

An evil smile showed upon his lips. "His name is Scott. He's going to be staying with me for a while.

I am sorry I have no updated, but my hand has healed. ^^