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5 votes for Asakiku, and 1 vote for Usuk.

I'm going to stretch it longer than the predetermined 4 chapters...sorry...

Chapter Four

The next month's meeting was extremely awkward, with Japan darting glances at England and America, America ignoring England (who ignored him back) and England leaking a few angry tears every time America spoke. Germany was more uptight than usual; Italy had been doubly headache-causing that morning with a huge pasta-making frenzy at three in the morning. China had a new brand of snacks that smelled obnoxious ("...but taste amazing! If only you immature Western nations would try them, aru!") and was constantly waving them under the others' noses. France was absent, still trying to quell a number of strikes in his country. Switzerland had a new species of gun to fire at the others. And Russia was increasing his scare factor to fend off Belarus. The whole thing was utterly chaotic. To top it all off, England was swiftly towed to a waiting car by an overly strong American at the end of the conference.

"Put me down, you bloody wanker!" Tears rained down the brown aviator's jacket. "Nuh-uh, Iggy. We need to talk."

"About what, you little prat?! There is nothing to talk about!"

"Oh, there's plenty, I tell ya. For example, whatever you and Japan are doing."

"My relations are none of your business!"

"Oh yes, they are. When you're holding hands and getting kisses from anyone other than me, it's a huge problem."

"A huge problem? Anyone other than you? What the bloody hell does that mean?! I stopped loving you ages ago!" England reddened, realizing what he'd suddenly blurted out. America grinned predatorily. "So, you did love me, huh? Well, I'm going to make sure you forget all about Kiku." The car locked with a series of clicks. "You know where to go, Charles," he said to the chauffeur. Then he added, "Don't look backwards," and pressed his mouth against the cornered Englishman's.

Back in the empty meeting room, Japan had a horrible feeling in his stomach. He'd seen America nab England and run. The Orient summoned his angry Imperial days back into his features. I refuse to let someone so dear to me suffer so much hurt and sorrow. "I don't think so, America," he muttered. "Kuso kurae*, Alfred-san." He walked coldly out of the building and hailed a taxi, motioning to the driver to trail the snazzy red-white-and-blue All-American vehicle that was starting up ahead of them. "Follow that car, please. And step on it. I'll pay you extra." The brat isn't getting away this time. There will be no second breaking of the Anglo-Japanese alliance.

Sometimes, the fox must save someone from the hero himself.

England struggled to remove himself from America. No! Don't touch me! You bastard… He reared up suddenly with the strength of the old British Empire and punched America in the stomach. "What the bloody fuck, Alfred?!" England screamed, wiping furiously at his lips. America only smirked at him. "So, you're getting closer to Japan, huh?"

"What if I am, Alfred? What are you going to do about it, you prat?"

"I won't allow it."

"You have utterly no say whatsoever in these matters! I'll get closer to anyone I want to!"

"No, you won't. Not with Japan. Not with anyone but me."

"I told you, I don't like you!"

"Oh, yes, you do, Iggy. Admit it."

"Bloody wanker, there's nothing to admit!" Japan is wonderful. Japan is perfect. His solemn nature, his similar past, his grace and beauty… England's cheeks heat up at that last thought of the Asian nation. But America had seen the blush. "Are you thinking about him, or me?" he snapped. "It better be the latter." He moved in again, but England had used all his remaining strength in fighting against the first attack. America overpowered him, and he could do nothing. He felt sick, feeling the other nation lifting up the hem of his shirt…

The chauffeur looked back.

"Er...apologies, Mr. Jones, but could you save that kinda thing for somewhere else? I think someone's tailing us, and I'd appreciate it if you just held back till we've arrived at the destination." America scowled. Someone was tailing the hero? Guess Iggy'll have to wait. England straightened himself, embarrassed and furious at the other country. I'll never forgive him, he vowed, never, ever, ever.

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Apologies, it's a bit shorter than usual. Run, Russia, run from Belarus! Unless you ship the two of them. Then...you can push them closer, I guess. I'm pretty neutral on RusBel.

R&R? Thanks for the read!