England was not the best boyfriend. Well, he was in America's eyes but in reality, England was pretty horrible to to his American. He didn't appreciate many of the things America did for him and he really didn't do much for America in return. The thick headed American either didn't notice or care most of the time.

While England had done his best to comfort America when he had come home and told England he had killed his brother's boyfriend, the fact was that inside he was thinking about what a bloody hypocrite America was. When Canada had first protested the dissolution, America had completely ignored him. Everyone else in the room knew about Canada's boyfriend from France, who had told the whole group when America had been away. They were all indifferent. When America had found out about his brother's relationship with Prussia, he had cried like it had been England who had been mercilessly killed, not Germany's older brother.

it was like the tables had turned and they hadn't just killed a criminal but they had killed family. It might have been the case but America had written himself that Prussia had to pay for his destruction to the rest of the world. Canada's boyfriend or not.

England had never been found of Prussia for good reasons. He was loud, annoying, and self-obsessed. Plus he bullied England when they were both younger, actually Prussia had bullied pretty much everyone when he was younger. Now that he liked at it, England wasn't sure he hated Prussia so much but was dating America. Whatever, too much to think about.


America came into their bedroom, where England had been lying, thinking about all this. The American grinned stupidity at England, who lay in just his boxers.

"What the bloody hell do you want, you stupid twit?! Are you going to get in the bed or are you going to continue to gawk at me like I am a painting?" America removed his own shirt and jump heavily onto the other side of the bed. Then he turned himself on his side so he was staring right into England's emerald eyes.

Looking into such beautiful things so close was like looking at the hope diamond while holding it, a rare beauty that not many would get to see.

"Hey Iggy, do you think I did the right thing?" England sighed, he wished America would just get over himself.

"This again, America? I think what you believed was right at the time. I agree with your decision, you know, I will stand by you when you need it, love." America smiled and moved his head a little closer to England's so his lips were pressed lightly against his lover's. England scooted the little bit more to fully complete the kiss, and then move just a tad more so he could kiss America with more passion. When they broke for air, England laughed a little.

"We have kissed before, but I feel like the way we just did it now was really awkward and something France, that bloody frog, would do." America grinned and sat up a little, resting against the wooden head board of the bed.

"Well I hope you love me at lot more than France has ever love anyone because that is the way I feel about you." England nodded his head, staring up at his blonde from his position on the bed.

"you know I do Alfred, but I forget sometimes."

"Forget what? That you love me?" America said, his smile sagging a little.

"Never, sometimes I forget what a stunning boyfriend I really have and what it feels like to be truly lived so much." England smiled and Alfred slid back down into bed.

"Good Night Iggy, love ya!"

"Good Night America, I love you too."


America woke up the next morning and found a pink envelope laying on his bedside table. He was interested to find out what was inside, but looking at the return address, he wasn't so sure if it would be safe or not to open inside.

Deciding to wait till England got up, America replaced the envelope back on the night stand and went down stairs to start making breakfast. He made a American homestyle breakfast. Bacon, eggs, hash browns, sausage, pancakes and orange juice.

When England got down stairs and walked into the kitchen, he stared at his place at the table. There where two different plates piled with assorted breakfast foods and all he wanted was some toast really. Not wanting to be rude, England began to hesitantly eat the meal that his boyfriend prepared for him. America sat across the small table from him, his own helpings much bigger than the ones England was struggling to finish. He scarfed down everything all within the hour, when England had just finished his first plate.

"Good Morning Iggy!" America said when he finally had no more food stuffed into his cheeks. England smiled at him but couldn't say anything because his mouth had food in it. Chewing, then swallowing, England finished his bite and greeted America.

"Good Morning love. I hope you slept well. Thank you for the breakfast by the way." America nodded happily.

"Anything for you England! And of course I slept well, why with the way I fell asleep with your lips having touched mine. No better way to sleep!" England blushed. He didn't mind when he gave or got affection but he didn't like hearing America talk about after it had happened. It always felt sort of out of context, unnecessary now.

The American watched England eat for at least ten minute more before England could not eat one more bite.

"I did like the food America, I am sorry to waste your fine work but I am more than full and can't eat anymore. May I be excused?" America nodded and helped England clean up the messy kitchen. When everything was cleaned up, America ran up stairs and came back with the pink letter.

"Hey Iggy! I forgot to tell you earlier, but Hungary sent me a letter this morning." England glanced up from the morning paper he had been reading through. He folded up the paper and placed it on the coffee table.

"Oh really? Well then open it, read it." America ran and got England's letter opener from the office and he ran the blade of it along the sealed paper. From inside, he pulled out a white piece of paper. America handed the paper to England to read because he couldn't find his glasses at the moment.

"Dear America and England,

Austria and I are hosting a party this Friday night and we are inviting you to attend. Hope you can make it!

Hungary" America looked at England expectably, not wanting to miss the party, whoever's party it may be.

"Oh Iggy , can we go? Can we? Please?" America begged like a puppy from across the coffee table. England, was planning to go anyway, couldn't say no now.

"Of course we can go America. It is Thursday today and tomorrow is the party, we will just have to wait." The joyous America jumped up and down in excitement. England smiled.

He actually hadn't wanted to go at all, but for America, he might as well go. Behind his head, the Brit heard a small bump behind him. When he turned around, he saw a small little chick bouncing, annoyed on the window sill from the outside

The Brittish man looked back at America, who had already gotten over the excitement of being able to go to the party, he was now absorbed in the morning paper, reading something in the sports section.

England opened the latch of the window and the little chick invited itself inside, dropped a paper envelope on his chair and flew back out the window, chirping noisily to itself.

He scoffed at the bird's evident rudeness and picked up the envelope the chick had dropped. Usimg the letter opener America had used for the last letter, England sliced the seal and removed the paper from inside.

Despite the sender's messy hand writing, England could read every word on the paper. Only because the message was written so big.

To England, America, Russia, and China.

FUCK YOU ASSEHOLES!

With no love at all,

The Awesome Prussia.

England smashed the rude note into a crumpled mess and was about to throw it away when America looked up from his paper and saw what he was doing.

"What's that England? Who sent you a letter?" The American stood up and without asking took the wadded up paper from England's fist. He read it and laughed. But America didn't throw it away like England was planning to do. The letter went right into the nation's pocket.

"Well it is for Russia and China too, we should probably give it to them. Show them that we did our job right." he laughed again, ignoring the weird glance he was getting from his boyfriend. The other man couldn't believe that just the night before the American was crying about his actions, and now, he was making jokes about it. It was just more things he would have to get used to in America.

He was grabbed by the sleeve suddenly and dragged down the stairs by a certian blonde hair, blue eyed boy. Then pushed into a Jeep and told "buckle up or you may fly out the door Iggy!" Taking his advice England clicked the belt into place just as America pushed the pedal to the floor and raced out of the apartment's tiny garage.

It didn't take too much time to get to the New York Airport when you are speeding past all kinds of angry drivers, swearing at their reckless driving. To England, the driving was just down right insane, hitting curbs, running lights and stop signs, and driving up on the side walks. It was probably a good thing both of them were countries or else they would be in over there heads in fines.

England relaxed only when he was safley on a plane, a professional pilot in the cockpit. He was finally done swearing at America after an hour into their flight. His crazy ass boyfriend was taking him all the way to China's house in Beijing.

America hadn't told England of his plans or had even hinted that he was going to rush him away to fucking China! He didn't have anything against the country, no, much of the huge nation was beautiful. The actually country, not China himself. Fuck, this was too confusing to think about.

When they landed in Beijing, England decided to rent a bike then let America drive again. So the two of them rode down the crowded sidewalks of the capital city and America, who sat on the back of the bike, gazed around in awe at the bustling city. England was scolded ing him on the outside, but on the inside, he was amazed as well. It was the first time either of them had really visited Beijing as just normal citizens. As a country, a constantly warring country at that, there wasn't much time to be spent on such things.

"America, pardon me for being nosy, but why are we in China?" England said, sarcastically. the other man laughed, as if dragging someone to China then being asked why they had come to China was a completely unexpected.

"Chill out Iggy! We are going to visit my main man China! DuH! We need to show him our letter from that douche Prussia! I figured if I went to China's house, I would find that creep Russia. He is always hanging China, I asked him about it the one time, Russia I mean, but he just started to chant under breathe something and I sorta ran away. Russia is freaking crazy and the hero shouldn't risk his life for no point!" England laughed, only half listening to his boyfriend ramble.

He was more focused on directing the double bike on the busy side walk. It was especially hard due to the fact that America wasn't even pedaling his own ass. The slightly out of shape English gentleman was trying very hard to pedal the the over weight, stronger than a bull, America who was still talking about Russia and China.

The house England finally arrived at was not like any house the two nations were used to.

"Whoa, China's house looks like it came straight out if China Town, New York." America gawked, staring at the building.

"My house is so much better than anything you have in your obese country America!" A very insulted China came out from around the house tagged by, guess who?, a tall blonde haired man with violet eyes.

"Oh Hello China, Russia. America decide to fly all the way over here to should you something." England greeted the two Nations, trying to to sound annoyed. He still wasn't over the fact that he had been practically kidnapped by his boyfriend who took him 11,014 km. away to China.

"Well what does the hamburger inhaling bitch want to show us, we were having a very important...discussion!" China huffed angry, blushing slightly all the same as Russia out his hands on his shoulders. America grabbed the wrinkled paper out of his pocket and shoved it into China's face. He took the paper and read it.

"That is very disrespectful, that ass! Never mind, here, you have it Russia." The Russian took the paper and read the words that Prussia had written on the page. He let out a loud, scary laugh.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! That is quite funny, I am Glad Prussia is dead, he wouldn't become one with me. If we would have became one with me, I would have liked him, but he wouldn't so he died. Ha!" The rest of the group's faces paled considerably, and they all took a small step back.

"Well I am glad you like it, Russia bro! Me and England have to find a hotel somewhere in this crazy city, we have business in Europe tomorrow and we will need to get a good nights sleep before we head off, see ya!" China and Russia watched them go. With there backs turned, England and America didn't catch Russia bend over and kiss China, who happily returned the gesture.