Ciao!

Hey guys! I'm back! Well, not really. This is my totally awesome best friend Zoe's story! I pestered her for a long time about this, and eventually she stopped procrastinating and wrote it. It took an even longer time to get her to send it to me… But in the end it was worth it, because I love RoChu too much to write a AmeChi fic. WAY too much.

I hope you like it, and if you do, Zoe's account is at the bottom.

x Rachel

America's style was always all or nothing.

Part of it was due to his issue with reading the atmosphere. It's not that he couldn't, per say, it was that he usually chose not to. Sometimes it got him into really big trouble. His marriage proposal was just one of those times...

China and America had been steadily dating for about two decades. They had their share of fights, like any normal couple had, some even said that they bickered like an old married couple, except for the fact that they weren't married.

And it's not that America and China didn't want to get married, it was that they couldn't. A marriage between countries also had to also be accepted by their respective boss, and as of right now they weren't on great terms.

America didn't really care.

"Yo, China!" America said running towards China in the parking lot. A G8 meeting had just ended and China had driven over to pick America up. China turned and faced the incoming country. As he approached, China quickly kissed him before opening the car door, gesturing for America to get in.

China got in the driver's seat and started on the way home. There was a silence that America couldn't help but breaking.

"So, you still on for tonight?" He asked, turning around to face China.

"What do you mean, aru?" Chine asked, momentarily taking his eyes off the road to glance at America.

"You know, the date we had planned?" America asked, turning his head to the side slightly, confused.

"What date, aru!?" China asked, swerving slightly.

"You know, the one I..." A pause. "Ohh," America said, realizing his mistake. China looked at America somewhat expectantly and somewhat with his 'What-have-you-done-now?'. Yeah. China had a specific face for it.

"So during the meeting today I had this totally awesome idea that we could go on a date to that new restaurant that opened up, so in the middle of the meeting I made reservations over my phone. I thought I texted you, but I guess that was the point where Germany caught me not paying attention so I couldn't send the message." America shrugged. He even brought out his phone and proved that the message was saved but not sent.

China seemed to relax a fraction before realizing exactly what America had said. "That new restaurant? The one that is really popular are you can barely get into, aru?"

America nodded. "The very same."

China gave America another kiss before concentrating on the road again.

America was standing outside of China's house in a blue suit, complete with flowing jacket and a little velvet box hidden on the inside of his coat pocket. He knocked on the door to be answered with an 'I'll be right there, aru!'

China came out moments later in a somewhat matching blue suit complete with a small hat. His suit had a slightly fancier coat, but, like all his other clothes, China's clothes still seemed to be too big for him and still covered his hands.

"All ready?" America asked when China locked the door behind him. China answered with a nod. America kissed China to be answered with a 'Get a room, da-ze!' from one of the nearby houses. America and China took that as their cue to leave and get in the car.

By the time America and China got to the fancy restaurant, it was packed full. There was even a line outside of other couples waiting to get in.

"I thought you said that you had reservations, aru!" China protested.

"No problem," America reassured. He took China to the direct front of the line.

"S'cuse me, sir, but you're going to have to move to the back of the line," the man at the front said. He looked like one of those bodyguards that you see in movies with a black suit and sun glasses though it was already dark outside.

At that America reached into his suit pocket and got out what seemed like two tickets. America handed them to the 'bodyguard' so quickly that China could only catch a glimpse of what seemed like the letters 'V.I.P'.

The man nodded and gestured for one of his colleagues to lead them into the restaurant, off to a somewhat secluded area where there were only about four people sitting and eating.

"How did you manage to get such an expensive area, aru?" China asked once they were sat down.

"Eh... When you know people... It gets easier," America replied with a smile.

China shook his head. "No, no, I mean how did you afford it? You still own me a crap ton of money, aru!"

"Aww," America pouted and stuck out his lower lip jokingly, "are you saying that this doesn't pay off? At least for some of it?"

"Hm... No," China said, but he was smiling nonetheless.

"Oh well, guess I'll just have to work it off," America said as he leaned over the table and kissed China.

"That was delicious, thank you, America, aru," China said.

"Anything for you, China," America said.

"This is probably the best date we have had yet, thank you again, aru," China said.

America just smirked and said, "It's about to get a lot better."

America quickly assessed his surroundings, there was nobody around except for a man the opposite side of the room eating dinner by himself. Good, nobody he knew was out here so they couldn't call him out on what was possibly the cheesiest thing he'd ever done.

China eyed America as America knelt down below him. America felt inside his coat and... ah ha, there it was.

America took out the velvet box and presented it to China.

"China, People's Republic of China, Wang Yao, whatever you want me to call you," America started, noticing surprise in China's eyes, opened the box to reveal a gold ring. "Will you do me a favor by becoming my awesome husband-wife thing?"

America internally flinched at his own words. 'Man, that could have gone soooo much better' he thought.

But China pulled America up and wrapped him and a tight hug and murmured into his shoulder, with was what still embarrassingly loud, 'Yes!'

America was planning to say something but before he could say anything he felt a tap on his shoulder. America loosened his grip on China and whipped his head around. Who better to be standing behind him, than his own boss? You know, the one who would do almost anything to prevent this very scene from happening?

"America! What exactly are you doing?!" He asked. If this was a cartoon, America's boss would probably be steaming from the ears. "WHAT did I tell you about staying away from that noodle eating, plastic drinking, rice hat wearing son-of-a-"

"Boss! Boss, calm down!" America put his hands up defensively. "Get in the car, I'll be right there." He whispered to China and China was off.

"You, young sir, are in so much trouble!" America's boss yelled.

"Hey! I thought I established that I wasn't a kid anymore! Don't you remember? I had a whole episode and THEN some!" America argued back.

"Wait, what? An epi- Hey! Where are you going?!" America's boss yelled. While America had temporarily confused his boss, he made a run for it.

America climbed in the car. China was already in there.

"Drive, drive, drive!" America rapidly shot at China. That was, until he realized he was in the driver's seat. Oops.

As America drove away, he rolled down his window and shouted out at his furious boss, "I'll take whatever punishment you give me! Just let me have tonight!"

"Well, at least that was... somewhat... taken care of," America said to China as he rolled his window back up.

"Ugh, I'm going to have to deal with my boss, too, aru," China complained. "At least one good thing came out of this evening, aru."

America raised an eyebrow. China sighed at his reaction.

"You Western countries can be so stupid at times," China said as he grabbed America by the shirt. "You're mine and no one can take you away, aru." China pulled America into a deep kiss.

"H-Hey! No seducing me yet, I'm driving," America joked when they pulled apart. China couldn't help but laugh.

Zoe's A/N: So… yeah. AmeChi. What can I say? Ahhh, why was this so difficult to write though I kinda like this pairing? Oh well. Why did editing and proof reading this take longer than writing the initial thing? And poor China, as his boss is a dragon and not a human. I'd hate to face an angry dragon, though I could relate it to Rachel when I tell her I did something and then just put off sending it to her :3

Rachel's A/N: PruAus up next, guys! And if you can, check out Zoe's account at ThatOneHero. She wrote an awesome, sorta Olympics-based Spamano story for me on there, and this is my way of paying her off: free advertising.

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