England woke that morning feeling more rested then he had for awhile. It was pretty obvious why. America was getting better. England's plan of having other nations come talk to him had been a success. Now, he just had to think of who to invite next.
England got dressed and went downstairs into the kitchen. As he put on his apron and started making scones, he thought of who to invite. They'd have to be close to him, so lots of nations would work, but they also had to care for him. That meant that lots of nations were out. With those, he had a few nations who might be good.
First, was Italy. Him and America seemed to get along very well and England had heard America refer to the small Italian as his 'Atmosphere Searching Buddy'. Next, was Canada. They were brothers after all and England was sure the quiet nation wanted to see his brother. Of course, there was France as well, but England didn't really want him over.
England put the scones in the oven and walked quietly to America's room. He smiled softly at the sight of the American curled under the covers and sleeping soundly. A sudden knock from the front door made him jump and hit the bedroom door. He cursed quietly and watched the sleeping nation, sighing when all he did was turn over. After making sure America stayed asleep, England walked to the door to see who it was. England scowled at the sight of France on his doorstep.
"What the bloody hell do you want?"England asked, scowling.
"What a horrible way to greet guests!"France declared with his usual flare.
"What do you mean, gues-"France moved to the side, allowing him to see yet another nation he'd been thinking of."Oh. Canada. Sorry, I didn't see you there."
"That's alright. Mind if we come in?"Canada smiled kindly, holding Kumajirou securely in his arms.
"I suppose that would be alright."England sent a glare towards France and stepped to the side, opening the door more.
"Merci, Anglettere!"France thanked him and grabbed Canada's hand, pulling him into the house.
England followed the Frenchman and the blushing Canadian into the house. They walked into the kitchen and England put on his apron to finish cooking while France leaned against the counter and Canada sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. England took the scones out of the oven and put them on a plate that he placed next to France. After they cooled France picked one up and began studying it and Canada declined the offer of scones and tea. England went back to the stove to finish cooking.
"You know, you make me wonder what your intentions really are for Amerique by making him eat this."France said, pausing when he saw a small tuft of hair peeking out from the hall.
"Shove it, frog. What do you want?"England asked without turning around, already feeling his shoulders stiffen with iratation.
"I wanted to talk about our dear Amerique,"France said, watching the hair bob out of the corner of his eye as America peeked in."Or rather, your feelings for him."
"M-my feelings?!"England asked and France smirked as he turned his full attention on him.
"Oui. It was fairly obvious how worried you were for him, me and Canada have been talking. You are in love with the boy, non?"France was now completely serious as he crossed his arms.
"In love with him? Has all the bloody perfume you wear finally destroyed your brain?"England turned to France, who continued to smirk at the blush on his face.
"Do not try to hide it, Anglettere. If you were not in love with him, then why would you go through so much trouble to help him?"France leaned back against the counter.
"It's not because I'm in love with him, I assure you,"England turned away from France still blushing."I just feel responsible. I wasn't exactly the kindest person to him. I'm just taking responsibility for my own actions."
"Then why are you blushing so much, eh?"Canada asked, surprising the two European nations.
"I-it's the heat from the stove!"England said, blushing worse.
"You haven't been at the stove long enough to be that red."Canada pointed out.
England was silent for a moment, staring at the pot on the stove as he tried to think of an excuse. France noticed that America wasn't there anymore, but he turned to Canada, giving him a congratulatory wink that made him blush horribly.
"S-so what if I do? You wankers have a problem with that?"England asked, his blush now reaching his ears.
"Non! You can love Amerique as much as you want. Right, Canada?"France gave him another wink.
"O-of course. I was wondering, though, where is America?"Canada tilted his head to the side, just like America did when he was asking a question.
"He's probably still sleeping,"England said, putting up his apron."I'll go get him."
England walked out of the kitchen, leaving France and Canada alone. While Canada watched England leave, France walked up behind him and placed his arms around his shoulders. Canada jumped a bit and blushed again.
"Well done, mon cher. I'll have to give you a reward when we get home, non?"France asked quietly in his ear before kissing it.
"F-france. Save it for later."Canada told him, pushing him off.
France pouted, but returned to his spot at the counter. A few minutes later, England walked into the room. Canada went to ask where his brother was, but stopped when he saw the devastated look on his face. France frowned and walked over, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, mon ami?"France asked, feeling he knew what had happened.
"A-america... He's not in his room... A-and his jacket it is gone."England told them in an oddly emotionless voice, looking at the floor.
Canada looked at France with wide eyes, while he sighed.
"Ah... I suppose it wasn't the best idea to let him listen to our conversation."France said musingly.
"You what?! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?! What could possibly make you think that was a good idea?"England grabbed France's scarf that he usually wore when he was dressed casually and pulled him down to his own height.
"I thought if he heard your true feelings he'd be better immediately! I suppose he didn't listen to the end."France said.
"Uh... I don't think it would work like that, but... If he had heard, then it might've helped"Canada pointed out.
"Never mind. We have to find him."England sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
England left the room to get ready to leave. France and Canada looked at each other with worried gazes. They both knew that this could end up very badly. If they didn't find America then anything could happen to his country, but if they did find him, they'd have no way of knowing what he'd be like. He could be like he was when England found him or he could end up lashing out at the Englishman the moment he saw his face. Still, they couldn't leave him and, after getting a yell from England to hurry up, Canada and France joined him in his search for America.


And Franada is official. I actually like Prucan more, but it didn't fit in very well with the story. Englnad finally admitted his feelings! Even if America wasn't there! I know Canada wasn't mentioned last chapter, but that's because America couldn't see him from where he was and he wasn't paying attention when Canada was talking. Now, on to the reviews!

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