Well as you will notice that now each couple get's there own chapter. Here's England and America.

England rubbed his arm as he looked down at the paperwork. If him giving America his virginity wasn't enough to bring him to give up France, he didn't know what would. He was giving America sex, but that didn't seem to stop America's meetings with the French student. England had once again walked in on them alone in a deserted hallway, France directing America's hands to touch him in a variety of tender places.

Why am I not good enough? England's thought pained once again. Is it because I can't cook well? I can learn to cook better. Is it because I hate burgers? Maybe I can learn to like them…. He grimaced and sighed, feeling hopeless. Why does it have to be France? I can't compete with him.

"Iggy!" He whipped around, his heart jolting, seeing America smiling behind him The lunch bell had rung while England self wallowed and he hadn't notice. "Time to eat. Let's go off campus today!"

England forced a smile and nodded. "Okay, um, h-how about McDonalds?"

America paused and looked at England concerned. He reached up and felt his forehead. He checked his cheeks and looked into England's eyes. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Of course, why?"

"You hate McDonalds."

"Er, well, that is true, but you like it and I thought we could eat there today and yea." England stammered, turning to put his stuff away. He knew America saw right through his. However, he didn't say anything. America slid his arms around England's neck and kissed his cheek.

"I was thinking more like that restaurant on 33rd you like so much," America offered, burying his face into England's neck.

England knew the exact place. It was an English pub style restaurant that alleviated any homesickness he had ever felt. He would love to go there, but he knew America hated eating there because he didn't think the hamburgers were very good. The image of France sliding an arm around America's waist flashed in his head and he felt the urge to cry. He looked up at America, who was giving him the sweetest, most tender look. England could only smile weakly, trying to keep from trembling. "Y-You pick, I don't care."

America smiled and took his hand, "Come on. 33rd it is."

England felt a gleam of hope well up inside him. America had actually found something at the pub he liked. This appeased most of England's guilt and they were able to get a private room to themselves in the back. America touched him in the ways he had seen France do make him do and didn't know whether to be insulted and hurt or relieved and happy.

Each small stroke, each gentle squeeze sent a surge of pure pleasure throughout England's body without being seductive. It made England relax more so than he ever had and he liked the way America touched him, but then there was the fact that he had taken the idea from France.

America kissed him tenderly. "Are you enjoying yourself?" He asked in a low, tender voice that made England melt, and almost forget his worry.

"Yes." He mewed as America pressed gently into the skin on the crook of England's neck. "Yes."

America smiled and turned towards him, sliding his arm and grabbing England's waist. The blonde nation froze as he felt a gentle hand cup his chin. He looked at America, unable to keep his eyes from widening. His hands fell limply to America's chest and he swallowed. He recognized this position.

"Arthur," America whispered, looking deeply in England's green eyes. "Will you go to the dance with me this Friday?"

England's lip quivered as he stared at America in shock and disbelief. He was holding him in the same way France had when England first saw them together. When he first discovered America was cheating on him. He trembled in America's gentle hold, his eyes burning. He felt confused. He wanted to, but he couldn't stand the idea of France ruining all of this.

"Um, y-yes?" He said quietly, trying to smile.

America smiled bright and leaned in kissing him lovingly. "Oh, thank you England."

"O-Of course."

The bell rang for the day to end. England was furious. He was not letting France take his America away. He stormed down the hall towards France's locker, pushing through the crowds until he reached the hallway and saw the blonde standing there, dropping off books. He stood up straight and England made a move.

"Matthew!" France cried in delight, and wrapped his arms around the quiet blonde boy that made his way quietly towards him. England froze, immediately recognizing the younger brother of his America. "I missed you."

Canada smiled shyly and hugged France, accepting the kiss he was offered. "I missed you too." He said in his quiet voice, blushing as people walked by, not paying them any mind.

"My lovely, lovely Matthew," France murmured in French pressing his lips against the Canadian students ear. "I love you, mon cher."

Canada blushed bright red and buried his face in France's neck and murmured I love you back in France's native tongue, making the blonde smile ecstatically.

England stood rooted his eyes widening. He had thought France and America were together behind only his back. He never knew France and Canada were together. He felt his heart skip a beat. That meant if Canada found out his older brother was dating his lover then the poor, quiet nation would be devastated and completely heartbroken. America, how could you do this!

France kissed Canada and held his hand tightly. They walked away leaving England to stare after them in disbelief. He turned. He couldn't let anyone else get tangled in this web. He ran towards America's locker as quickly as he could.

England couldn't find his retched boyfriend anywhere. He wasn't in any of his normal after school classes or at his locker. He wasn't in the principal's office or the student council room. England began to feel very frustrated. He sighed bitterly and stormed down towards the back door to the parking lot.

Music flowed through the hall from a classroom near the exit. He stopped and saw the choir classroom. He walked over, knowing the choir had finished for the time being and wouldn't be starting up again for at least another week. The door sat ajar, letting the music reach him fully.

He peered in and froze, watching France twirl America to the rhythm of the music. He was just with Canada! England mentally cried, watching France pull America into his arms and turned his face into America's neck. "Good," he heard France murmur into America's ear as he dipped him, smiling at him with a look full of love.

Alfred never danced with me…. England thought, sniffling. A tear ran down his cheek and he ran out of the school, unable to look back.

"And you see this?" France smiled the same tender, loving smile. "That's important. That's the topper of the whole dance." He pulled America to stand up with him. "You give him that smile he'll melt in your arms. How do you think he did?"

Canada sat beside the door next to the stereo and cut off the music before the next song started. He smiled and clapped. "That was much better than what I saw last time." He said quietly, smiling. "Maybe you won't tread on England's toes at the dance."

America laughed dryly, "Thanks." He looked at France and shook his hand. "I can't thank you enough for all your help. Arthur's been smiling so much more. I feel so much better."

France waved his hand and smiled, walking over towards Canada. "It is nothing. I am happy that you took the initiative to make your relationship with him better for both of you." He stated, bending down and kissing Canada gently. "I'm always happy to make couples as happy as I am."

Canada blushed and hugged France's arm. America blushed as well, not really comfortable seeing his brother with his lover. "I love Arthur, I wanted to do everything I could to make the relationship better for him. That pressure point thing really made him happy. He looked so relaxed."

"Good, because I can tell he makes you very happy." Canada said, resting his head against France's stomach. France ran his fingers through Canada's hair.

"Well now I have trained him to be a loving, more romantic boyfriend as he requested." France stated smiling triumphantly, but speaking more to himself than the North American brothers. "I expect a thank you card from England."

Chapter 4- End

TBC

So America wasn't cheating on England after all! He wanted France's help to make England happy!