A/N: Ok… reading some reviews reminded me that I forgot to remind all you guys something; France and England's relationship started as business arrangement by their bosses. At this time England had nothing for France but it was one of those things that feelings got involved when they shouldn't have.

Now England has a thing for America and its true "Love" so to speak. He has feelings for France he can't figure out what they are and has to stay with him because of their bosses… It's probably confusing and I just failed at explaining but yea… hope you get the jist of it all.

Chapter 4

I woke early; France was sleeping by my side. He looked so peaceful, happy. It would be a shame to wake him so I stayed where I was. I was startled when my phone went off. I looked at France before slowly and carefully reaching for it.

I was thankful I didn't wake him, especially when I saw who was calling. Looking at screen for a while I hit the end call button before shoving my phone under my pillow; I would kill America if France woke up while I was talking to him

I closed my eyes and sighed. I had just gotten comfortable when my phone started ringing again. I reached for it and saw America was ringing me again. My finger danced back a forth from the answer to the decline button. Finally I hit the answer button and held the phone to my ear.

"Hey beautiful," God America's morning sleepy voice was sexy.

"Good morning… and happy birthday," I said quietly, trying not to smile so much.

"Today should be fun, hope you're not as sick as last year though..."

"I feel fine which is kind of odd… I don't want to be rube but I'm in bed and France is right next to me, we might both be dead if he wakes up," I said, rolling over slowly so I had my back to France.

"Really? Ok… hang on… you didn't do anything with him last night?" America sounded worried and a bit hurt.

"No! We just share a bed," I could hear his little growls/whimpers/huffs of annoyance by that, "Soon… I might share a bed with you,"

America seemed to lighten up at that statement. I looked over my shoulder at the sleeping France and was suddenly reminded that he could wake up soon.

"I'm sorry but I should go… I'll call you back or text you when I'm alone," I said hurriedly.

"Ok, I love you" And with that I hung up.

Just in time too because by the time I had shoved my phone away and turned over France had begun to stir. I lay still and waited for him to open his eyes. As he fully awoke he smiled at me, I smiled back as best I could.

"Bonjour," France muttered, trying to kiss me but I pulled back, "Oh come on"

I kissed him lightly, a frown playing on my face. His kisses were enjoyable but I was starting to like America's more. It was with gentle touches and teasing words that France coxed me into a morning make out.

As his tongue slid over my bottom lip, I granted him access. It was hot and wet like always. My tongue easily slid with his, I was unsure inside but my body kept moving against his. I knew if I didn't stop this it might go further than intended.

"I'm going to have a shower," I said pulling away and placing my hands on France's chest, "And no, you can't join me!"

"Oh~ you ruin all my fun!" France complained as I slid out of bed.

Getting quickly to the bathroom and locking the door, I look at my phone. I'd grabbed it during our morning make out to remind me of America. I smiled as it lit up; a picture of America was upon the screen.

I hit the answer call button for the second time in ten minutes. Bringing the phone to my ear I couldn't stop the grin that adorned my face.

"What is it now?" I said with a slight giggle.

"I just wanted to hear your voice again," America said, I could tell he was still in bed.

"Oh ha-ha… I'm going to be at your place tonight," I said as I leant against the sink and began unbuttoning my shirt.

"I know… I just wish you were here right now," America was so cheesy.

"I'm about to have a shower so I'm going… I'll see you tonight!" With that I hung up before he could pester me about anything else.

I turned the water on a removed the rest of my clothing. Stepping under the water I sighed. As the hot streams ran down my body I tipped my head back and ran my fingers though my hair. I huffed as I looked back down at me feet.

As I turned the water off and climbed out of the shower, there was a knock on the bathroom door. I rolled my eyes and wrapped a towel around my middle before opening it. I was caught off guard as my lips were pulled in a passionate kiss.

An arm pulled my waist close and I closed my eyes. France soon lifted me and carried me to the bed; the towel falling away somewhere during these activities. I wanted to push him away.

I didn't move around or hold him close. The only thing I let myself do was kiss him back; and it was a rather weak kiss. I finally broke away and managed to push France off. He pouted at me and tried to connect our lips again but I just pushed harder.

"Please get off me!" I said with a frown.

France moved off me with a huff and I quickly sat up. I climbed off the bed and got my towel. I glared at him as I dressed. He was still pulling faces at me, trying to make me want him.

"You should get dressed," I said checking myself over in the mirror, "The party starts at 4.30 and we'll need the time to get there,"

"Why are so… what's word I want…" France came over to me, "cheery about going to America's birthday party,"

"I-I I'm not! I just hate being late… and if we get there early we can leave early," This got Frances attention.

I had no intentions of leaving early but I needed to get France to cooperate. France was finally dressed when he came out to the kitchen. I handed him his coffee before sitting down at the table. I looked over the wrapped present and bit my lip.

I opened my newspaper and used it to hide my smile that I couldn't stop any more. I really couldn't wait to get there and found myself looking forward to running around secretly while I kissed America.

"How soon do you want to leave?" France's voice interrupted my fantasies.

"Uh… um… I don't know," I stuttered, "Soon I guess because it will take a while to get there…"

We left around 11 and made it to America's by 5. As we pulled up out the front of America's house I was quite amazed. The place was so… grand. His house was large and spacious and with all these lights and banners the place just looked amazing. I climbed out of the car and looked around before hearing…

"England, aru~" China called out as he and Russia came over to me, "I didn't think you would come to America's party,"

"Ah well," I felt a little awkward, "It would just be rude not too,"

I smiled as best I could as France put his arm around me and we walked to the open door. As we entered the foyer I had this feeling of wanting to burst into tears. I literally didn't know why though, nothing had gone wrong yet; or has it?

"Hey… you ok?" I heard France asked and knew he must have seen my face.

"Yes fine!" I reassured him and tried to keep the smile in place.

We enter the main room that the party was being held in and were instantly meet with hellos and smiles. It seemed like everyone, and I mean everyone, had come to America's birthday party. Truth be told, this is the first time in many years I've actually been.

"Hey England! Hey France!" Came many cries from around the room.

I just smiled painfully and placed the present on the table that was piled high with them. My eyes began to search for him but instead came to rest on people I did not want to see here; our bosses. It seemed that most countries bosses had come.

I felt like dying as France and my bosses came over to us. I kept the painful smile in place and waved politely.

"Hello Arthur, hello Francis," My boss said to us as he came to stop in front of us.

"Hello," I said and tried not to cringe.

"So… how's everything going?" France's boss said and I knew exactly what he meant.

This "relationship" was set up by our bosses; it profited both countries and meant I had to stay with France. It's why I haven't left him.

"Ohnononon~" France laughed with a perverted look my way, "Everything's great~"

Thankfully they were satisfied with that and left soon after a bit of chat. I hit France's hand away because he'd been groping my ass the whole time.

"Oh come on… It's been over a week since I've had any of you~" He cooed right in my ear trying to be seductive.

I pushed him away again with a sick feeling in my stomach. 'What's wrong with me? Why do… why do I feel so... guilty?' I knew exactly why I felt guilty but there was no way in hell I would ever admit any of it.

"LADIES BUT MOSTLY GENTLEMEN!" A loud "hero" voice called out, "I WOULD LIKE TO THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING TO MY PARTY!"

I looked up to the stairs as America entered the room. I didn't know what to do. His eyes were on me and his smile wide; it made me feel even worse. My eyes stayed on him as my mind blanked. I couldn't even feel the hands pulling on me.

"England… hey England!" I was suddenly reintroduced to reality as France shook me.

"Hm? What?" I could though I would pass out at any moment.

"Are you ok? You don't look too good…" I peeked over France's shoulder and saw America looking at me while he spoke to Japan.

"I'm fine… could you get me a drink?" I looked back at France as he searched my unsure eyes.

"Ok…" He muttered before leaving me.

I tensed up slightly as America started to make his way towards me. He looked so good in that suit and with the blue tie. I quickly looked down at my feet and couldn't hide the blush. I looked back up slowly as he stopped in front of me.

"Hello," He said with was a blushing smile.

"H-hi…" I looked back down at the ground before jumping at the voice behind me.

"What do you want?" France growled as he came back with drinks.

I bit my lower lip and fidgeted nervously as I remember the last time America and France met. I slowing looked up to France; if looks could kill… America would have just died the world's most painful dead.

"Oh… Is saying hello to my guest a crime now?" America rose his voice slightly, alarming some people around him.

"No," France said bluntly as America turned on his heel and left.

I stood in silence as I sipped at my drink. I felt France grab my hand and I looked up at him with a smile that said "I'm fine…" He squeezed my hand before taking my empty glass and putting it on the tray of a passing waiter.

"May I have this dance?" France said with a bow as a slow song came on and he led me to the dance floor.

I sighed softly as he held me at the waist and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. We moved gently in time with the music. My head rested on his shoulder and he took the chance to kiss my neck.

He took one of my hands and spun me gently. My eyes met electric blue ones and I felt a bit guilty. I was pulled back into France but my eyes stayed on America. I thought he would death stare me or something but he just… smiled.

I bit my lower lip as I laid my head on Frances shoulder again; I kept my eyes on America though. As the song finished I moved off of France and clapped for the band. It was then that America's boss climbed onto the stage and started to make a speech.

France and I stood near the back and listened. I peeked behind me to see America leaning against a pillar. As I turned back to face the stage, one of my hands were grabbed. Thank fully I wasn't in France's sight of view as America pulled me back to him.

"I'm about to do something very corny and romantic…" America whispered, making me smile, "Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night,"

I nearly died as said this. 'Since when… did you know Shakespeare?' I watched in awe as he bought my hand close to his lips.

"If I profane with my unwothiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss," As he pressed his lips to my hand I blushed bright crimson before pulling my hand away.

"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss," I said holding the kissed hand away from America.

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" America whispered before moving out of view.

France turned back to look at me and I smiled back at him. It seemed like that was the only thing he needed from me as he turned back to the stage.

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer," I whispered as America peeked back around to me.

I smiled as America entwined our fingers. He slowly pulled me away from the crowd and towards the elevator. As the doors shut I could hear both mine and America's heavy breath.

"Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair," America whispered, holding me close.

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake," I replied and placed my fingertips upon America way to close lips.

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged," America muttered as our lips connected.

"Then have my lips the sin that they have took," I said breathlessly as I pulled back.

"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!" America all but begged, "Give me my sin again,"

There was no way I could refuse in any way as I moved in and kissed America passionately. Our bodies were pressed close together and I didn't know how much I'd craved this till now. America's tongue begged entrance and I granted it.

When air became an even greater need we finally parted. I breathed against his lips as his hands gripped my waist.

"You kiss by the book," I whispered and that was when the elevator started moving.

I gasped and held America tightly at the unexpected movement to the second floor. As the doors slowly opened we were met with a smiling Japanese nation.

"France-san is looking for you," Japan said quietly.

I looked up at America and he simply smiled before letting me go. I nodded to Japan and I moved past him and he stepped into the elevator. I just saw the secret smile he and America shared before I made my way back to France.

The night is still young…

A/N: Help I'm dying! Thanks for all the reviews guys they helped!

Well as you guessed the party isn't over and will spill into the next chapter. Should there be some lemon? Who liked my R+J moment there? It was a bit of a pain to find my Shakespeare books again! I really hopped you liked this chapter that took me far too long.

I am not going too discounted to those who are worried! I love you guys and thanks for reading… next chapter shall be here soon!