All right, you guys...ya'll knew this day would come. D:
Here it is. The very last chapter.
Thank you for all of your marvelous reviews. I never would have been able to update daily if it wasn't for you. Thank you for supporting me in my first actual chaptered story (besides Tire Swing Romance). All of your reviews made me feel so blessed; once again, thank you lots!
*huggles* I'm kind of sad it's over though. Perhaps I might add a short little bonus chapter...? *shrugs*
Chapter 8: All's Well That Ends Well...Kind Of
England opened his mouth, then closed it again, trying to find the right things to say in the void of blackness that was now his brain. By the looks of it, America seemed to be doing the exact same thing. Hungary smirked, and Japan scratched the back of his head, the awkward tension getting to him.
A few minutes of silence hung in the air, and then, abruptly, the Brit ran out of the room, shoving both America and Japan aside. "Idiots!" he shouted, face flushed. America stared after the Englishman's slowly disappearing form, and when it finally registered, ran after him.
"I-Iggy! Hey, wait up!"
Japan and Hungary smiled as the two left the room, then, when they both were completely out of sight, the Hungarian woman began beating her fists against the Japanese man's chest playfully. "Idiot, Japan! Why did you make me say all of those mean things to England! I seriously feel really bad about this! Everyone knows you never mention the Revolutionary War to England..."
Japan chuckled and held his hands up in the air in self-defense. "But you got the job done. Don't worry; I'm sure Arthur-san will understand after we explain everything to him."
Hungary smiled and stopped hitting him. Then she sighed. "Yeah, but...making him confess wasn't fun. You should have seen the look on England's face...I had no idea I could be so cold."
Japan sighed too. Then, the shadows of a smile played on his lips. "Would it make you feel better if I said that it was all in the name of yaoi?" The Hungarian woman turned to him and chuckled.
"In the name of yaoi," she cheered, pumping her fist in the air.
Japan smiled. "In the name of yaoi."
~GuessingGame~
France stuttered. No doubt, this had all been part of Japan and Hungary's plan, but it kind of ticked him off that they didn't warn him beforehand. Canada stared at France, not knowing what to say either. Kumajirou quickly grabbed a piece of cake in the kitchen, then sat on the couch to watch the show. After approximately four minutes of nothing but staring, the Canadian was the first to break the silence.
"Y-you...love me...?" he asked, eyes wide and slightly shaking. France stuttered again. Oh, well. Nowhere to go now...
"Of course," France sighed, looking anywhere but at Canada and running a hand through his hair, blushing. "I mean...why wouldn't I? You're..." France paused, then sighed once more, turning to face the Canadian.
"You're amazing, Canada," the Frenchman stated softly, scratching the back of his head with his hand. "In so many ways." Canada felt his heartbeat quicken, and then, without knowing it, began to cry again. Kumajirou made sure he was getting this all on tape (because if he wasn't, he would have to answer to a certain Hungarian later on).
"H-hey! Don't cry!" France ran up to the sobbing Canadian and took him in his arms.
"I'm sorry," Canada said softly into the Frenchman's shoulder. "I love you too, France." France grinned madly and was glad that, because of their current position, Canada couldn't see it. Suddenly, the blonde nation pulled away and captured Canada in a soft, meaningful kiss (but not without a tiny "meep!" from a certain Canadian).
France was the first to pull away. "Is this your idea of a happy ending, my sweet little Canada?" Said man smiled and pressed his forehead against France's.
"No," the Canadian said softly. France blinked in surprise. Then, Canada added, "It's much, much better."
~GuessingGame~
England burst into the Lobby and threw open the doors of the hotel, running outside. He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't care. The Englishman had just admitted his biggest secret, his guilty pleasure...and he was pretty sure America didn't feel the same way.
England found himself in the hotel's garden, and he charged through it, desperate to just get away from it all.
"I-Iggy!" he heard a voice call from behind. The Brit widened his eyes and ran faster. He's following me...Why the bloody hell is he following me?
"Slow down, Iggy! You're an old man; don't strain yourself!" America called. At this, England scowled and ran faster. The American cursed under his breath. Maybe this wasn't the best time for jokes or puns.
Once America was close enough, he tackled the Brit onto the cobblestone ground of the garden, pinning him down. England looked up into the American's blue eyes and blushed, realizing their position.
"G-get off of me!" he shouted, struggling to crawl his way out from under the American's grasp.
"But if I did, you wouldn't listen to what I have to say," America stated simply, not noticing their position at all. He was holding England's hands down with his own. The Brit sighed in irritation and leaned his head back against the cobblestone, looking up at the American on top of him.
"M-make it quick," he stuttered. America nodded, then leaned down and kissed England. The Englishman's face broke out into a rosy blush before closing his eyes and kissing him back. "I...what are you...you said...despicable...nnn...git...," England muttered in between kisses, and when they were done, America pulled himself off of the blushing Brit, sitting cross-legged on the ground. The Englishman pulled himself into a sitting position and touched his lips with two fingers.
"Wha...?"
"Me, too," America stated simply, smiling that idiotic smile of his. England blinked.
"Huh...?"
America had a dab of pink on his cheeks as he looked at no flower in particular. "I love you, too," he said, and, turning back to him, added, "...Arthur."
Said man blinked some more, then blushed again. The American grinned and laughed. "If you keep blushing like that, Artie, your face is gonna be permanently red." England glared daggers at the American before launching himself at him, hitting and punching him in random areas. "Who gave you permission to call me Arthur? And 'Artie' is even more annoying than 'Iggy'! My name is either England or Arthur, got that, you bloody git?" America laughed and blocked the Englishman's hits by grabbing both of his hands and pulling him into another kiss. After it was finished, the Brit blushed again.
"So," America said, leaning his forehead against England's and intertwining their fingers, "your names are either England or Arthur, right?" Iggy narrowed his eyes at America and nodded.
America smirked. "What about 'love'?" England widened his eyes and, if possible, blushed a little bit more.
"No! You are not allowed to call me that, either!"
"Fine, love!" America laughed.
"Shut up! Bloody wanker!"
"You love it! You know you do, love!"
"Stop calling me that!"
~GuessingGame~
America and England decided to go back and thank Japan and Hungary, since this was all their doing. Coincidentally, so did France and Canada. Upon arriving outside Japan's door at the same time, America narrowed his eyes at France.
"Take good care of my brother, frog," he said, venom dripping from his every word. France just smiled and nodded. England looked uneasily at Canada, who smiled at him.
"Don't worry, England; I won't be that scary," the Canadian laughed. "But if you ever hurt America I swear that I will hunt you down and kill you. 'Kay?" The Brit sweat-dropped.
"O-okay," he responded, twitching. How can he say that with such a straight face?
America knocked on the door, and Japan opened on the fourth knock.
"Ah. Welcome back, all of you," he said, smiling and opening the door for them. "Please make yourselves at home."
Inside, Hungary and Kumajirou sat sipping tea. The polar bear glared daggers at the Frenchman, who twitched and hid behind Canada.
"Take care of Canada, France," the white bear said, sipping his tea, "or you know what happens." France nodded meekly, and Canada laughed. They all took a seat on either a couch or a chair.
"You didn't have to be so harsh on him, though, Kumajirou," Canada said softly. Kumajirou scoffed.
"He deserved it," the polar bear muttered. Canada was about to open his mouth to retort when France cut him off.
"No, he's right," the Frenchman sighed, wrapping an arm around the Canadian. "I owe a lot to him. He knocked the biggest screw in my head loose. Thank you, Kumajirou, mon ami." France smiled. The polar bear looked up from his tea, and, sighing, smiled back.
"You're welcome," he said. Then, Kumajirou smirked. "So the infamous France is going to be a one-man guy? Miracles do happen."
France narrowed his eyes. "Don't start."
America had his head in England's lap, the two sitting on the couch next to France and Canada's. The Brit was blushing, and, (whether he was aware of it or not) running his hands through the younger, blue-eyed nation's hair. This was something he'd wanted to do for a while.
Japan smiled. "I am very happy that you have finally found each other." Hungary nodded.
"Oh, and, um, England?" she called hesitantly, scratching the back of her head with her hand. England looked up from America and blinked.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Sorry about saying all that stuff to you," the Hungarian woman said, frowning. "I know it was harsh, but..." She paused.
"Japan made me do it!" Hungary yelled suddenly, getting up and pointing to the Japanese man.
"Wha–?"
"Well, you did!" she huffed.
"For the greater good!" Japan argued. England laughed and waved it off with his hand.
"It's alright, Hungary, I understand," the Brit said, smiling. "And if anyone was at fault, it was me. You're a woman, and I yelled at you." Hungary chuckled.
"Okay, then," she said, sighing in relief.
Japan then cleared his throat. "America, England...there is something Hungary and I must tell you. And, partially, France and Canada." America and England blinked and looked up.
"I'm listening," America said. England nodded in agreement.
"So," Hungary began, "do you guys remember when, that one night, you were watching Spider-man..."
~A Few Minutes Later...~
"That was you?"
"You staged the haunted house?"
"France was the bloody engineer? I'm going to fucking murder you, Francis!"
"S-So...the kiss was faked, eh...that's kind of cruel.."
Japan held his fist up in the air to silence them all. "But in the end, you all ended up happy, didn't you?" The four nations paused.
"Yeah," America said.
"..I-I guess," England replied, blushing and looking to the floor.
Canada nodded.
"Yes," France admitted, shrugging one shoulder.
Japan and Hungary nodded simultaneously. "Then that's all that really matters," the Hungarian woman responded. Japan nodded again in agreement.
"This calls for a celebration!" the Japanese man cheered, pumping a fist in the air. "Red rice! We should make some red rice!"
"Yes!" Hungary joined him. "And call everyone! Let's make it a party!" America, England, Canada, and France all sweat-dropped as the two friends began planning every single aspect of the so-called party.
England smiled to himself. America noticed and looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "What is it, Iggy?" The Brit smiled and closed his eyes at the familiar nickname.
"I was just thinking that it was kind of funny," the Englishman chuckled, "that they all had to go through so much trouble just to get us together, and in the end, it turned out we were pining for each other the entire time." America blinked.
Then, he kissed the Brit on the forehead, who blushed. "Yeah, love, but you have to admit," America began. England looked up at him and rose an eyebrow.
"It was a pretty fun Guessing Game."
~GuessingGame~
...Bonus Chapter is probable.
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