Chapter 7

So after Chemistry Partners, I am back! Yes, and I still have a cold, but good news is that its October, which mean Halloween, my favorite holiday. Anyways hope you guys like this chapter.

"So after I left, Angleterre barged in with a knife and demanded sex?" France asked. America wanted to cry, he didn't want France to think he was cheating; because he wasn't.

"France, please, I am telling the truth." America pleaded, holding his hand. France looked at him for a moment. He smiled.

"I know your telling the truth, why would you call me to tell me, rather than keep it a secret." France said. America smiled, and kissed him, France wrapped his arms around America.

"I love you." America told him. France smiled, and hugged the American nation. America snuggled up to him, and they both fell asleep.

A few hours later, America woke up to a snoring France. America decided to make some food, and make sure France ate before he left…again.

America walked to the kitchen, and grabbed the ingredients to make dough. As he was making the food, there was a knock at the door. America felt the anxiety flow through his veins. America went over to the door, and luckily there was a peephole.

America looked through the peephole and saw Russia. Now Russia and America hated each other a lot, but Russia would never really come to his house, unless if it was for angry make-up sex, which happened a lot.

America opened the door. Russia was standing smiling. America looked at him skeptically.

"Russia, why are you here?" America asked.

"Well, usually we have angry make-up sex, but right now I want nice relaxed sex." Russia told him. America stared at him, anger in his eyes. He was with France now, no one else.

"Sorry big guy, but I am in a relationship now." America told him. Russia's smile faded. America was not happy either.

"Oh, I see, well good seeing you then." Russia told him. America smiled, and shut the door, locking it afterwards. America turned to France whom was now awake, staring at him.

"France, we had make up sex, yes, but not in a long time, it was during the Cold War." America told him. France still staring at him. France grabbed his jacket, and slipped his shoe shoes on.

"I'm sorry Amerique, but if all the nations want sex or love, how am I any different?" France asked him. America paused.

"It's different, I feel different towards you, like I actually want a relationship." America told him. France looked at him, then left, leaving America standing in the doorway.

"Dammit, it's that damn suit. I need to get rid of it." America said, but then before he could move there was a loud shuffle of sounds.

"I swear to god Russia, I am not giving you sex, Jesus, get a hint, I love France!" America yelled with anger. The figure in question spoke.

"Wow, aru, Russia, really?" The voice spoke. America paused.

"China! What the fuck?" America asked. China stepped out.

"I know we have had out times with money, and poverty, but I want to make it up to you." China told him.

"What is that?" America asked.

"A relationship, no sex, unless if wanted." China told him. America was shocked. Why would a 4,000-year-old nation want anything with a 200-year-old nation?

"Wow, it is the suit. I'm burning it." America said. He went to grab the suit, until China stopped him.

"NO!" China yelled. America paused, he had never heard China so angry before, not since WW2.

"What?" America asked.

"Keep it, or so help me I will stab you." China told him. America dropped the suit.

"Why does everyone want with me, and the suit." America asked.

"The suit has a charm, and the only way to break the charm, you need to find your true love, and I think I am the person to do so." China told him. America thought for a moment.

"Well it isn't England or Russia." America said. China watched him.

"Here, let me try." China said. He kissed America, China's lips were actually very soft, and smooth. America kissed back, but nothing happened.

"Well, I am not the true love, so bye." China told him. America stopped him.

"Why aren't you like trying to go all yandere on me?" America asked. China looked at him.

"Da fuck is that?" China asked.

"It's a term I learned from Japan, it means to kill for your love." America told him. China rolled his eyes.

"I'm not surprised, you hang out with Japan a lot, he might want you next." China told him.

"Oh, and I'm not yandere for you because I don't like you." China told him. America was actually so happy to hear that.

AN: Well this chapter is confusing, but I will get to the main idea soon. Anyways, for Halloween I am being France from Hetalia, as I was America last year. What are you guys going to be? Write in the reviews what your going to be. Hope you guys liked the chapter.

Love,

MorgiTheCorgi