Little later than I wanted to, but here's Chapter 4! Enjoy~

When England awoke the next morning, he sat up and stretched, blinking as he looked around him. After a few moments, he realized that the room was not his and racked his brain for memories of where he was, his first guess being a hotel, though the room was much to personalized for that. As the memories from the night before came back to him, though it blanked after the two had reached France's home.

"Oh... I'm at France's." he said silently to himself, suddenly jumping up as the thought entered his mind that the frog might have done something. When he was on his feet, he was pleasently surprised to find his clothes on his body and his being free of pain. Not seeing the other man in the bed, England procceded to walk downstairs in search of the Frenchman.

After walking past him a couple of times, England noticed France sleeping soundly on the couch.

"Why is he sleeping on the couch?" he asked aloud to himself. "It was his birthday. Why didn't he just shove my sorry arse down here and take the bed?" England sighed, kneeling down beside the sleeping Frenchman, gently brushing a few stray strands of blonde hair off of the other's face, his own features softening.

"What am I doing..?" he mumbled to himself, though he didn't move. "It's not as if I care for the git." He chuckled awkwardly, the action feeling forced. England knew he was lying to himself, saying he didn't care just felt so wrong to him, but had become natural. Slowly, he bent over, softly kissing the other on the cheek. Lucky for the Frenchman, the Brit didn't notice the slight twich of his mouth as he struggled to continue acting asleep. He had woken when England had come downstairs, but had decided to see what the other would do if he caught the Frenchman asleep.

"And maybe I do." England said, barely loud enough for France to catch the words. "But even if I did, you would probably just leave to, wouldn't you? I mean, why would the country of love want a stick in the mud like me?" The Englishman sighed, quickly standing up. "Maybe I should make breakfast before the git gets up."

France suddenly blinked open his eyes, yawning and stretching.

"Oh." he acted surprised to see England next to him. "Bonjour Angleterre."

"Morning Frog." France held back a smile at the light pink dusting on England's cheeks.

"Well, I should probably go make breakfast." The Frenchman yawned, sitting up.

"I was just going to go make someth-"

"Oh no Angleterre." France interuppted, standing up. "You are the guest. I will go make breakfast for us."

England rolled his eyes but agreed nonetheless, following behind France and watched him cook a light breakfast for the two of them, which both savored. Though England would deny having thought so if anybody asked. When all the food was gone, England leaned back in his chair, looking almost sadly at the table in front of him.

"I should probably head home..." England said softly, the comment followed closely by a small sigh from France.

"If you must, you must."

"Thank you France, for letting me sleep here and for breakfast. It was delicious." England caught himself. "As far as frog food goes." France let a soft smile settle on his lips as England stood. If France didn't know any better, he would have said the other nation looked, sad. "So, bye, I guess."

"Au revoir Rosbif." England walked out of the room and was almost out the door when he heard France call for him to wait. Turning around, he was taken by surprise to feel the other grab his hands and lightly kiss him on the cheek before wrapping the Brit in a hug.

"Be safe cherie." he whispered in the other man's ear.

Though throughly confused, England only hesitated a few moments before returning the hug.

"I will." He pulled away. "I was once the Great British Empire after all." he smirked, turning away and holding back his real smile until he was at least a block away from the others house, at which point a wide smile spread across his features, one hand rising to gently touch his cheek where the other had kissed him.

Soon after England left, France heard his front door open and an all too familiar laugh, not even bothering to get up from where he lay on the couch.

"Close the door." he said, loud enough for the pair at the door to hear him. He soon heard the sound of is front door closing and footsteps approaching the room, looking up to see his two best friends sitting around the room, both of them with huge grins spread across their faces.

"Hola."

"Guten Tag."

"Bonjour~" France practically sang the word out, sitting up with a dreamy smile.

"So I take it the date went well?" Spain asked, marveling at how happy the Frenchman was.

"Magnifique."

"That's wonderful mi amigo."

"Come on Francy-pants. Give us the awesome details." Gilbert laughed, leaning forward in his chair, Spain mimiking his movement. The Frenchman smiled, leaning back.

"Well," he began. "We went out to dinner, he actually ate French food, and he tried some of my Steak Diane as well. We both drank a bit and, well, he's England." France chuckled softly as his friends rolled their eyes in understanding. "So we came back here and we were going to bed..." France trailed off as he noticed Prussia's smile. "I slept on the couch."

The smile slipped slightly, but stuck.

"Well that's no fun~" France rolled his eyes with a small smile, continuing his story.

"Anyways, I thought he was drunk enough not to remember, so I told him I love him..." Both his friends raised their eyebrows, waiting to hear what England did in return. "...and he said he loved me back."

"And you still slept on the couch?" Spain questioned, looking at his friend curiously.

"Oui. I believed him too drunk to know what he was saying. This morning though, he thought I was sleeping and was talking about how maybe he did love me, but he didn't believe someone like me could ever love someone like him..." France trailed off, a sweet smile on his face. "Then he kissed me on the cheek, I 'woke up' and made breakfast, and I kissed his cheek when he was leaving."
"Oh that's why..." Prussia spoke teasingly, giving Spain a knowing look.

"Quoi?" The Frenchman sat up, looking between the two others curiously.

"Should we tell him?" Spain asked the Prussian.

"I don't know..." Prussia teased, earning a glare from France. "Kesesese~ Ja. Go ahead."

"We saw Inglaterra driving from here with the biggest smile on his face earlier..."

"Vraiment?" France looked at the two disbelievingly.

"Sí."

"You should go confess Francis! The awesome me will go with you!" Prussia glanced at Spain. "Toni will come to."

The Frenchman rolled his eyes and, getting a sudden burst of confidence at their words, smiled knowingly.

"I'll make you guys a deal. No, a bet." France chuckled as the other's eyebrows went up. "You," he looked at Prussia, "have to confess to Hungary, and you," his gaze moved to Spain, "have to confess to Romano if I can confess to England by the end of the day." Both the other nations blushed.

"And if you can't?" Prussia asked quickly, to which France just shrugged.

"What do you want me to do?" Prussia smirked, glancing at Spain.

"Wrong choice mi amigo." The Spaniard chuckled darkly, to which France raised an eyebrow, just the slightest bit worried.

"What will I have to do?"

"If you don't confess to England tonight," Prussia paused as if he was thinking, a devious glint in his red eyes. "you have to confess to him in front of everyone at the next world meeting." France paled for a moment before regaining his confidence and smirking.

"Guess I better be quick then. Rules first though."

"Rules?" Spain looked at the other questioningly. "We already set the bets."

"Oui, but we need some expectations. One, you have to say 'I love you' seriously and/or kiss them on the lips for it to count as a confession. Two, you have to have at least one other member of the Trio in view of the confession for it to count. Alright?"

"Ja. Sounds good."

"Sí."

At that decision, the three shook hands and set out to find England.

Feeling his phone vibrate, England pulled it out and answered, not even checking who it was.

"Hello?"

"Hey Iggy! How's it goin'?" England sighed, pulling the phone away from his ear as he took the keys from his pocket.

"I'm doing fine America. What do you need?"

"I was just wondering how your date with France went."

"It wasn't a date America." The Englishman rolled his eyes, unlocking the door and walking inside, glad to be home. "But it went well. Thanks for asking." The Englishman held the phone up with his shoulder, fixing some water for tea.

"That's great man! Did you tell him yet!?" England winced, turning his stove on and going to sit on the couch.

"Tell him what?"

"That you love him. Duh."

"How did you know about that?" England snapped at the American.

"Uh, Iggy? Everyone knows. Except France, I guess." England blushed, suddenly very glad he was talking to America over the phone.

"No. I didn't tell him."

"Why not!?"

"Why would I!? It's not like he feels the same!" He rubbed the bridge of his nose, his head starting to hurt.

"Of course he does!"

"Oh really? And ow would you know that?"

"Because it's obvious." England rolled his eyes. What did America know anyway?

"Of course it is. Oh! Someone's at the door." England lied. "Got to go. Goodbye America."

"Yeah whatever Iggy. Bye!" The Englishman hung up the phone with a sigh, sticking it back in his pocket and standing up as the kettle started whistling. When his tea was done, he grabbed one of the books off his shelf and curled up on the couch with it, but he couldn't focus on the words. His mind kept drifting back to this morning, his hand constantly moving to his cheek. He eventually just put the book down going to the kitchen to make some more tea to calm him down.

No sooner had he stepped into the kitchen when there was a sudden knock at his door, and so he sighed, turning around to go answer it.

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