A/N: Alrighty then, here is the next chapter. And I apologize for my previous lack of French skills…. This is why I am going to take German…. Well, on to the story!

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America paced around the room once again. He woke up around ten that morning (early for him) and stumbled over to the phone.

"It'll never work, it'll never work." He kept chanting every time he reached for the device before pacing again.

He looked to the clock, which practically shouted at him that it was almost noon, before the phone. He dialed the Brit before he could convince himself not to.

"Mmn… 'Ello?" a tired, pained voice answered.

Oh shit, he's hung over! "H-Hey England… What's up?" America stuttered, becoming unusually nervous.

"Is this America?"

"Y-Yeah…"

"Why did you call? Is this another failed attempt at a prank call or something?" England accused.

"Yeah… or something…"

"Well what is it?"

Always straight to the point… "Are you free Saturday?"

There was a pause on the other end.

"Are you?" America repeated.

"Yeah… Why?" The elder nation asked cautiously.

"Want to, I don't know, hand out or something?"

"….Huh?"

"Want to hang out? You know, just go out and fool around, maybe get a drink or two?"

"I… uh, guess we could…" England replied, clearly not expecting this.

America perked up at the response. "Sweet!"

"This better not be a joke." England growled.

"Nah. How 'bout I pick you up around twelve-ish?"

"….Okay…"

"Kay, later!"

"Good bye…."

America hung up before England could add anything onto the bye and stared at the phone in blissful shock for a few minutes. "Wow… I can't believe that worked!" he muttered before it hit him. "Wait, I have a date with England!"

Excitement bubbled in his stomach, making him giddy. A date with England! He grabbed the phone again and quickly called Canada.

"Hell-"

"CANADA! IT WORKED! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" America shouted, nearly deafening the other nation.

Canada rubbed his unprepared ear then set the phone down, motioning to France. Once the robbed man came over, Canada put the phone on speaker. "See America? Now, have you thought of anything for the date yet?"

France smirked at Canada when silence met them and mouthed "I won the bet."

"Oh shit! I totally forgot!" Was the prolonged reply.

Canada glared at the French man and cursed himself for overestimating his brother before reassuring the panicking nation. "It's alright, when's the date?"

"Saturday."

"Okay, what do you know that England likes?"

"His imaginary friends and tea."

Canada looked to France in disbelief and met knowing eyes. "Imaginary friends?" he whispered and France nodded solemnly.

"Oui, although sometimes they are not so imaginary…" France whispered back, shuddering to remember when he walked into a room with a sleeping England surrounded by fairies.

"What?" America asked, wondering why everything was so quiet.

"Nothing…" Canada replied, still processing the new information.

"Hey Canadia, what do you and France do for dates?" asked the innocent twin.

Canada blushed and refused to look at his lover, especially since he just knew he would be smirking. "Um… I… don't think England would want a date France would be a part of…" he stuttered, turning even redder when said nation chuckled at him.

"Why not?" was the continuing cluelessness.

"Well… F-France… England hates France and um… EEP!" Canada's stuttering was not improved when a hand went around his waist and teeth nipped the top of his ear.

"What's wrong Canadia?"

"Oui, Canadia, what is wrong?" France silently purred in his ear.

"THE DATE! How about we figure out what England would want?" Canada yelled, more to the advancing French then to the (safe) American.

"Well what do you suggest?" America asked.

France stopped his attack (for now) and sat in a chair to show he was going to behave. Canada let out a sigh of relief before he got an idea. "Hey America, do you still know where that old lake is?"

"Yeah, why?"

"How about this?"

½ Hour Later

"Are you sure he would like that?" America asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time.

"Yes, I'm sure." Canada assured him yet again. "Just don't forget the roses, 'kay?"

"Alright. Thanks again bro, I owe ya one!"

"It's quite alright. Later."

"'Kay, later dude."

Canada hung up and turned to face France. "Do you think it will work?" he asked timidly.

France patted his leg to motion the Canadian to sit there. Canada complied, becoming glad when the strong arms wrapped around him protectively. France pressed his lips against the back of the timid nation's head to reassure him. "Oui, mon amour. You did well. Not even I could think of something better that Angleterre would enjoy."

Canada smiled then whispered with a blush. "Je t'aime…"

"Je t'aime, mon amour."

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E/N: Aww, isn't that cute? *secretly barfs in a bag because France was involved* well, FranceXCanada shipping disgust aside, I am sorry that this chapter was so short. I am trying to do a little time line thing so I didn't want to screw it up…. Two more chapters to go. What is America planning? (more like what Canada told him to plan….) I hope to have the next chapter up by this Friday. Until then, let yaoi prevail your every thought~! Later!