America leaned back in his seat and put his hand on his stomach. "Oh God…" he said then leaned his head back as he sighed "That was awesome Arthur." He said then smiled at him.

England smiled back "I'm glad you like it. I'm still taken aback that there's someone other than me that likes my cooking."

"I don't know why everyone doesn't like it. I think it's fantastic." America then leaned forward towards the other "Say, do you know how to make brownies?" he asked with large sparkling eyes.

England nodded as he thought "I do believe I do." He said.

America had a mini spazz moment in his seat then leaned back in his chair. "Yes! I am so happy right now! You so have to make some later so I can try them. I bet they're even BETTER then the cake you made! I just loooove brownies."

England smiled from ear to ear, showing his teeth and his eyes sparkled. This just seriously made his day. He was angry about the whole testing him in his sleep thing but when he discovered that America also liked his cooking, he wasn't just thrilled that he proved France wrong, but that he had something special about him that America seemed to love.

America smiled back "You know, you look so much better when you smile like that. Your eyes sparkle and you look really happy." He told him.

England's eyes widened slightly and he looked down "Um… thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Honey I'm home~!" the two heard someone call from the front door.

England rolled his eyes as his smile disappeared "Francis…" he mumbled.

France walked into the kitchen and up to the table. He put a hand on England's head "So how was the breakfast America? Feeling sick at all?" he asked.

America shook his head "Nope! All I'm feeling right now is content and satisfied that my stomach is filled to the top with great tasting food."

"Wow," France looked down at England "You did it England. You found someone that likes your cooking too. What in the world are the odds of that?"

"About 1 in a trillion chance I bet." America noted.

England glared up at France's hand "Get your nasty hands off me!" he told him, pushing it away. He stood up and started picking up the dishes "And I'm guessing you want us to ask you how your breakfast was France." He said.

France put his hand on his hip "Well now that you brought it up, I guess I could tell you."

America chuckled some at the annoyance that was on England's face "You want some help England? I'm not very good at cleaning, but I'm good at stacking stuff!" he offered.

England smiled at him some "Thank you, but I can handle it."

"You sure?"

"Yes,"

"Alright."

France smiled "Would you look at you two? You look like-…" France started but swallowed his words when England quickly elbowed him in the stomach, making France gasp then fall to his knees.

"Hmph!" the pale blonde said then picked up the dishes and walked to the counter.

America put an elbow on the table and held his chin as he looked down at the other on the floor. "Come on France. You should have known that that was going to happen sooner or later." He said him.

France hugged his stomach and glared at England, who didn't seemed affected by the glare at all. "Bastard…" he hissed lowly. England glanced back at him then turned on the water and started to clean the dishes. "If I cough up blood Arthur, I'm coming after you." France told him.

England rolled his eyes "Tch… I didn't hit you that hard France."

"Like hell you did!"

America chuckled some as he watched France struggle to his feet and leaned back against the wall. "Le bâtard anglais fichu..." he mumbled under his breath.

"Call me whatever you want France," England started as he placed the clean dishes in the strainer "It's not going to make a difference to me."

France sighed and looked at America "So is there anything planned for today?" he asked.

America shrugged "I don't have anything planned. What about you England?" he said then looked at the shorter one.

England turned off the water and dried his hands with a towel. He turned around and leaned back against the counter. "No I don't think I do."

"Ooo!" America said suddenly "We should go roller skating! Isn't there a rink near the ice cream place? I think I saw it when we drove by."

France smiled and England frowned. "Yeah! That sounds like fun!" France exclaimed happily.

"I don't know…" England said as he crossed his arms.

America frowned "What's wrong? Don't you want to go?" he asked.

"I do but…" England started but France cut him off.

"He doesn't know how to rollerblade or ice skate." France said with a large grin, earning himself yet another glare from the English teen.

America looked at France then back at England "That's it? Well that's silly! Hell, France and I could help you stay on your feet! Rollerblading is much easier then ice skating, I can tell you that."

"I think I'll pass… France will just trip me or something."

France gasped dramatically and put a hand on his chest "I would not do that to you! It could ruin your pretty little face!"

England glared at him "You did every time we went when we were in Europe."

"We were kids!"

"You were 13 and I was 8… you knew what you were doing."

"Ok so I did. But I was one of those kids that was terribly stupid when it came to things like that. Plus the hormones kicked in at that time so yeah…"

"Hmph!"

America laughed "Come on England. Even if France doesn't help you, I will." He said putting a thumb up.

France looked at him "You know how to rollerblade? How well?"

America smirked and looked at him "Got a pair of skates?"

"Yeah,"

"In-lines?"

"Yeah,"

"Cough 'em up and I'll show you who's the sidewalk king is."

France raised an eyebrow as he grinned "A bit cocky don't you think? I can skate too."

America leaned back into his lean and crossed his arms "Wanna have a computation?"

"What chya got in mind?"

"We get a long road with a long of stuff on it, two pairs of in-line skates, and England judges who does the best tricks and most impressive run."

England looked at him "Wait, why am I being dragged into this?" he asked.

America looked at him "Because you're the only person we have right now that isn't doing anything."

England sighed "I'm going to hate this…"

"Hey, hold up," France said suddenly, making America look at him "What do I get when I win?" he asked.

"And I'm the cocky one?" America said with a smirk and as he raised an eyebrow "Whoever wins gets to teach England how to roller-skate."

"Again I get dragged into something stupid!!" England whined.

France smiled "Deal."

"Oh god…"

America smiled "Well let's get going!"


America sat on the stairs of England's apartment, tightening his skates and loosening the wheels. France already had his skates on and stood with his arms crossed "You're loosening your wheels?" he asked.

The blonde nodded "Yup!"

"How come?"

America put a finger to his lips as he glanced up at him "It's a secret." He finished up with his skates then stood up and tapped them against the sidewalk. He took out a piece of gum and popped it into his mouth then took out his IPod. He held it up "You mind?" he asked. France shook his head. "Thanks," America took a large pair of wireless headphones out of his bag that was resting on the stairs and put them over his ears at an angle. He then turned on his IPod and changed the song. He looked up at France "You ready?" he asked.

"Of course!" France said putting his hands on his hips.

America then looked down the hill and at England who stood with his arms crossed at the end of the street. He took out a radio and pushed the side button as he put it near his lips. "You ready England?" he asked.

England took out his radio and put it to his lips "Let's get this over with." He told him.

"Roger that." America put it back in his back pocket and looked at Franc. "Who's going first?"

"I will." France said.

America nodded "Fair enough, be my guest."

France put up his hair then turned to face England. America took out his radio and counted as he pressed the button "We're going in 3… 2… 1!! Go!!" he shouted.

France shot off down the hill, bending his knees slightly. He glanced around then jumped onto a rail and slid down it then jumped and grabbed a flag pull. He used his arms to flip over the pole and push him forward. He did some flips and trick in the air then landed backwards on the road. He looked at the ramp that they had built and started to gain speed as he came to it. Once he hit the rain, he jumped last minute, giving him for air to do two back flips and two twists before landing back on the ground. He only landed on one skate though. England's eyes widened and he took a step forward, thinking that he was going to lose his balance and fall but France leaned back and flipped to land on his other skate. He grinned as he came to England and put his other foot down. He started to skate around him and took his radio "How was that, America?" he asked.

America took out his radio and smiled "Not bad. That back flip at the end was pretty cool. Ok you ready to see what I can do?"

"Go for it."

"You got it."

America put the radio back in his pocket and locked it in place so that it wouldn't fall out when he did any flips. He moved to the top of the hill and fixed his headphones before pressing play on his IPod. As soon as the song started, he bolted forward, pumping his arms and legs and quickly gaining speed like it was as easy as breathing air. America grinned and started to spin down the road, due to his wheels being so loose. He then jumped on top of a car and grabbed a flag pole and spun around up it. He bent his knees and shot off it and started riding on the walls of the building. Both England and France's eyes widened as they watch him grind on the window sills and leaned back to where his back was almost flat. America glanced up to see a pole sticking out of the building and he grabbed it with one hand. When he did, he flipped after pushing off with it and did spinning flips in the air.

"Holy bloody hell!!" England shouted.

America landed again then leaned forward and pushed off with his hands, doing yet another back flip. "Watch out France!" America called to him.

France quickly moved out of the way as America zoomed towards them. England's eyes widened and he took a step back. America grinned and bent his knees as he came close to the other. He then grabbed England around the waist, knocking England off his feet. England screamed as America did this and quickly wrapped his arms around his neck in fear of his own life. America jumped and turned so when he landed, his skates would be turned the wrong was and he was skid to a stop. England was now gasping for air as his heart was racing as face and America was just riding down the hill. His grip on the other didn't loosen either as France rolled over with his hands in his pockets.

"Nice work my friend. You managed to do an amazing job on the street and scare the shit out of England twice in the same 5 minutes." France said with a smile. "I think you may have won too."

America smiled up at him, standing up straight "Thanks." He then looked at England and chuckled some "Are you alright?" he asked.

England's eyes were still wide but his breathing was calming down some. He slowly nodded.

"Are you sure?"

England shook his head.

America smiled some and rolled over to the bench and knelt down to place the other on it, but the other didn't let go. "Just calm and put your head in-between your knees. It'll calm your breathing and stop your head from spinning." He told him.

England slowly removing his shaking arms from around the others neck then put his head in-between his knees as he took deep and slow breaths.

America put his hands on his hips "Can you tell us who won the-…" he started but stopped when England pointed him then slowly put it back on his knees. America blinked "Well alright then." He then turned to France and held out his hand "Nicely down France." He said.

France shook his head "Same to you."

America smiled then looked down at England "I think we should let England rest for a moment before even thinking about going to the rink."

"I think you're right..." France said with a nod then leaned over "England, are you ok?" he asked.

Both the other nations' eyes widened when the saw England flipped them the bird and France laughed as he leaned back "Yup! He's fine!"