Hi guys~ So, I continued it! Yay. It's so much fun to write! Okay well... I don't think I have anything else to add so I'll do reviewer replies now. x3
Pieces of Sky- OKAY. :D
kumori-blue- I KNOW RITE! And you're not any weirder than I am, because I laughed at it too. Whilst I was writing it. Yeah. :3 You really think it's not OOC? That makes me happy. :D:D
RoboPhantom- Thank you! :D And I love that part. ;O I hope this chapter is as good as the first one.
InsigniaAmetrine- Thanks~! And it's sure to be fun for the writer too! I'm already having a lot of fun with it. I always get inspiration at really inconvenient places though, and then I have to hurry home to write it down or scribble it on a napkin or something. I honestly prefer long chapters when I'm reading something too. I'm going to try and make each chapter a little longer each time..
Chalinaroses- Thank you! And just so you know, I totally added more "bloody's" from England for you. I hope I didn't overkill it though. Dx
OKAY NOW I DON'T OWN ANYTHING LET'S GO~
"... And that is exactly how it happened." France explained, sitting back in Canada's recliner.
"Are you sure?" Canada asked, eyeing the older nation. He thought the whole story was a bit far fetched, especially the part where England broke down and admitted everything in the diary to France. It was pretty hard to imagine.
"Well, I may have added a few details." France said, "but it's all based on truth." Canada sighed and shook his head. "So what are you going to do?" The quiet nation asked.
"We, mon ami, we." France began. "And for starters, we should figure out how L'Amérique feels towards L'Angleterre. Of course their mutual love is obvious, but the first step is to get dear Alfred to realize how he feels."
Canada was already starting to feel uneasy about this. "Why am I being dragged into this?" He asked quietly. France failed to hear him and pulled out his phone to start dialing America's number.
"What are you doing?" Canada asked tentatively.
"Calling L'Amérique of course." France answered. "What else would I be doing in a time of love crisis such as this?"
"What are you going to say?" Canada panicked. He wouldn't just come right out and tell America about England being in love with him, would he?
"Calm down, Mattieu." France said, smirking slightly at the Canadian's shocked face. "I'm not going to say anything.
America scratched his head in confusion. He had just gotten off the phone with his brother.. From France's cellphone number. And as if that wasn't weird enough, the whole conversation was pretty wack. At first when he answered the phone, it was a blend of yelling and background noises. Just when America was going to hang up, thinking he had gotten butt dialed, he heard a very familiar voice in the background yell "Just ask!"
And at that point Canada's voice came on the line. "Hello? Uh... Alfred?"
"Yup, the hero speaking!"
A brief pause. " Er, great. T-this is Canada..."
Oh yeah! His little brother. "How goes it, li'l bro?"
"Uh, fine. But, um, well, I have a q-question to, er, ask you.." Canada manged to stammer out. America could practically hear the embarrassment from his voice.
"Shoot."
A shuffling sound, followed by a muffled whine was heard from the other end. "A-ah, sorry. U-uhm, well, I guess I was just wondering if y-you... I mean, if there was a-anyone you.. L- uh, like?"
America was puzzled by that question. "Well of course there's people I like. I like you and Japan and-"
"N-no, that's not what really what I meant..." Canada cut in. America could swear he heard France in the background mumble a "Dimwit."
"I mean, you know.." A deep breath. "Like like."
America furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mea- OH." He said slowly as realization hit him. "As in, like, like like?"
"Yeah, like like like."
"Like li-"
"Oh, give me the phone!" An irritated voice interrupted America's revalation. "Yes, L'Amérique, like. As in amour, or in your vulgar language, it is known as love."
"... Oh. Wait, is that you Francis?"
"Oui, mon ami. Now, answer the question."
"What question?" America heard a thump from the other end. "Oh, right! Sorry. I remember now! Uh, well, why would you want to know that? Sorry Francis, I've told you before I don't like you like that.."
"Not me, Alfred." France sighed.
"Then who?"
"I can't tell you. It wouldn't be a secret then, would it?"
"So then I have a secret admirer?"
"... Uh, yes. Yes, that's exactly right, Alfred!"
"Awesome!"
"Very, L'Amérique. Now, is there anyone you like?"
"Uh..." America chewed on his lip. Was there anyone he liked? "Can I get back to you on that one?"
There was silence for a moment. " I suppose so, Alfred. Call me back when you figure it out."
"Coolio. Later!"
"Au revoir, Alfred."
Francis sighed as he flipped his phone shut. He shook his head and exchanged a long look with Canada.
This was sure to be a challenge.
"Hey! Heey! Iggy!" America yelled as he banged his fist on England's door. "Are you awake? Ig-" Suddenly the door swung open to reveal a very tired looking England, complete with messy hair and a blue night robe.
"I'm not now, you git. And what the bloody hell are you doing on my porch at six in the morning? Isn't it about one o'clock AM where you are?"
"Yup!" America replied cheerfully as he walked past England into his home. He paused and turned around. "I hate to take a really late flight. Oh, and you won't believe what France told me!" He flopped down onto one of England's chairs.
England rolled his eyes and went to go sit on the couch."What?" He yawned, figuring the sooner America said whatever he needed to say the sooner the young nation would leave.
"He said that I have a secret admirer!" America said ecstatically.
England froze. "France said what?" he asked slowly.
"That I have a secret admirer!" The former English colony stretched out in the old chair and slouched back. "You know, maybe you should get some new chairs, this thing is probably as old as you are!" England ignored that last part.
"France said that?" He asked again, looking uneasy. Already in his mind he was yelling at France.
"Yeah.. Do you need a hearing aid or something? It's like the third time I've said it."
"D-did he tell you who it was?" England asked him, trying his best to sound casual, but failing. It's times like these he's happy the dumb nation is so oblivious.
"No." America replied, rolling his eyes. "Emphasis on the secret part."
England sighed in relief. "So, uh, what else did France say?"
"Well, uh..." America said thoughtfully, chewing his lip. England looked away blushing. Damn that cute habit of his!
"Oh, well, he wanted to know if I liked anyone. I was actually supposed to get back to him on that one..." America trailed off, staring at England.
Feeling America's eyes on him, England coughed loudly. "I-I see." England stammered before regaining his composure. "So... Is there?" America looked at him strangely.
"What the heck? Are you guys all on this together or something? First Canada, the France, now you?"
England felt his face flush again. France really wasn't kidding about Canada. "It was just a question." He said, drumming his fingers nervously on the arm of the couch. "And I figured you probably needed to answer Francis back."
America nodded vigorously. "Yeah, I do! But..."
"But?"
"I haven't figured out who I like yet." He admitted sheepishly.
"So you don't like anyone?" England asked, feeling his heart start to sink.
"I'unno." America replied, shrugging.
"How can you not know?"
Another shrug. "No clue."
"... So you're saying your not sure whether or not you bloody like someone?"
"I guess."
"You guess?"
"Yeah."
England face-palmed. "You git."
France was taking a lovely stroller in his beautiful Paris, when suddenly his phone rang. Curious who so rudely interrupted his walk, he checked his caller ID. Smiling when he read it, he answered his phone happily.
"L'Angleterre~! Bonjour!"
"DON'T 'Bonjour' ME, BLOODY FUCKING FROG." England yelled over the phone, doing a surprisingly good impersonation of France.
"Something wrong, Arthur?" France asked casually.
"DON'T-" A deep breath. "Don't be a smart-ass, Francis! You should know what's wrong!"
Francis stopped and thought for a moment. "Did Alfred reject you..?"
"What! No! No, he came over at 6 o'clock in the bloody fucking morning to tell me he had a secret admirer!"
"Oh, really?" France asked with genuine surprise.
"Yes, really, you Frog! And I thought I'd call to tell you that and also say that you really shouldn't meddle around in others bloody business!"
France laughed. "But that was part of our agreement!"
"What?" England asked, confusion evident in his voice.
"When I found your diary, I made you agree to whatever I decided to do so I wouldn't tell everyone what it said."
England was quiet for a moment. "This is like blackmail." He finally said. That only made France laugh.
"Trust me, Arthur, just trust me."
LOOK IT'S LONG(ER).
I'm trying really hard to make my chapters longer guys, I really am. ;o By the way, I'm really sorry for any typos/other errors there might be in here because even though I double checked it, I kinda suck at proof-reading my own work and my best friend wasn't online so she couldn't check it either.
The reason I'm so iffy about the whole OOC thing is because I've had issues with it in the past with a different fandom. It was quite a ways in the past.. But it's made me totally terrified about it.
THANKS FOR READING GUYS. :DD