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Chapter Four: Dinner Date Disaster.

Northern Ireland and America walked into the plush restaurant with confidence and ease. People were pointing and whispering as Northern Ireland grasped America's arm and were shown the way to their table.

"This is nice, isn't it?" Northern Ireland commented, glancing at her dining partner who was sitting across from her; he didn't appear to be listening.

"Yeah, yeah, it's terrific," He replied distractedly, "Where is England?" He was looking through the rows and rows of people and saw nothing. He slumped back into his seat. "This isn't going to work if he can't see us."

Right at that moment, Northern Ireland's phone buzzed telling her she had a text message; it was from England.

Turn around.

Pretending to set her bag back on the floor she leaned down and looked behind her. Sure enough, her brother was sitting at one of the tables with Hungary, his hands entwined in hers. He glanced up and locked eyes with Northern Ireland. She smirked. Time to put this baby into action.

Suddenly without warning Northern Ireland reached over the table, grabbed America by his shirt and feverishly pressed her lips to his. She felt him gasp and draw away.

"What are you doing?" He asked, shocked, cheeks flaming.

She rolled her eyes at him. "England is looking at us. He's at your 12 o'clock!"

America looked over Northern Ireland's shoulder and through the masses of heads his eyes were drawn to a pair of bright green ones. And they looked furious. He was sitting with Hungary- why the fuck was he having dinner with her? America felt his blood boil.

"Huh," America stated calmly, "Okay." And then suddenly grabbed Northern Ireland and began kissing her.

"What is she doing? She's meant to be telling America that you and I are here together, not sticking her tongue down his throat! I swear to God, I'm going to ring her neck!"

Hungary stifled the laughter in her throat. It was so obvious what Northern Ireland was trying to do but when it came to romance, England and America were completely clueless.

"England, I think-"

"I knew I couldn't trust her but for once in my life I thought, damn it all and go with one of her wayward schemes and she screws me over!"

"But Anglia, I-"

"I'm not going to stand for this, I am going to march over there and give her a what-for!"

"No but England I honestly-"

"Jesus! Do they ever come up for ai-"

This time England was cut off by Hungary reaching over their table and kissing him.

Northern Ireland drew back from America, a little breathless but grinning at him all the same.

"I expect that got his attention, eh?" She gasped out, winking at America. He smirked, looking over the wave of people to England and Hungary's table and suddenly the smile was wiped off his face in a second.

"What the fuck is he doing?" America snarled, rising to his feet indignation. Northern Ireland whirled around and spotted the two countries, making out over the table. She tried extremely hard not to let a smug look spread over her face. Well done, Hungary! She must have figured out what I was planning…

Northern Ireland then looked up to see America stomping past her, towards England's table. OH CRAP! She thought in terror and bounded after him.

Kissing Hungary was indeed strange. But not in a bad way. England knew she was only doing it in the small chance that his backstabber of a sister and her date stopped playing tonsil-hockey to look up and see him and his date doing exactly the same thing. But the chances were slim.

So England, of course, was surprised to say that only seconds after starting to kiss Hungary, he was hurled away from her, and went slamming into the back of his chair. By a very, very pissed off looking America.

"What. Are. You. DOING?" The superpower seethed, fists clenched. England stared blankly at the American.

"Good evening to you too. Why should I tell you what I'm doing? But my intentions were pretty clear, America. Obviously I was kissing my date. What does it look like?" He replied curtly and then noticed Northern Ireland running up beside America and suddenly he scowled at her. Seeing her beside him made England so jealous, he couldn't stop the words bursting from his lips.

"You." He hissed, pointing a finger at his sister in outrage, "You back-stabbing whore! How dare you set this whole thing up just to play me around into thinking you'd help me and then start tonguing around with fatass here?" He rose to his feet while Hungary looked on in avid interest.

Northern Ireland stared helplessly at her brother and America whirled around to face her.

"What? This was all planned? You planned with him to make him bring Hungary out to dinner? So what, I guess you told him that you and I are on a fake date too, huh?"

Northern Ireland slapped her face. Oh God, shut up Wonderboy...

England let a low, dangerous growl escape his lips.

"You what? You planned that as well?"

England and America were both extremely confused and somewhat hurt. So Northern Ireland was playing some stupid joke on us all along, is that it?

Hungary stared at the two male nations in exasperation. Oh come on! You can't tell me you don't understand why she did this? The small nation said nothing however. She would stay out of this one. And be neutral. Besides, if she got into the fight Austria would be angry with her. And she wanted to save her energy for the next time see saw Prussia, that total asshole...

England turned to his sister.

"Right. Right. America?"

The American turned to England.

"Grab her."

"Wha-?"

Northern Ireland was suddenly attacked by both nations and hauled into the back of the restaurant, kicking and screaming.

"Terribly sorry about this but you don't have a spare storage room or anything, would you?" England called out to the manager, who, in obvious shock, nodded and pointed to a door at the back wall of the room.

Bursting the door open, they basically threw Northern Ireland onto the small couch that was sitting there, got in and locked the door.

"Right." America began.

"You better start explaining, little sister." England finished, eyes narrowing on the brunette.

Northern Ireland looked up at both of them and gulped.

Uh oh.

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