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Summary: Things you don't know about America, and probably should…

Warning: Theories about Alfred's relationships, instances of drunk nations, France, and Alfred feeling like a lab rat.


No Love III


Often the topic of mass debate Alfred F. Jones personification of the United States of America has been engaged three times.

How, or when is unknown.

But the exact number is always accounted for whenever Alfred's wrist chain appears showing the shine of three engagement rings every time he reaches forward or moves his left arm suddenly.

The theories on who are vast, as Francis will often say anyone to everyone depending on his mood and who happens to be in the room, while others will make more educated guesses such as other nations who have close ties to either Alfred, the person, or America the country... England, Japan and Lithuania being the most likely with a surprising amount of people supporting even stranger combinations, such as Russia, Ludwig, Romano, and oddly enough Sweden.

Still Alfred keeps quiet no matter what the other nations do, simply smiling sadly and changing the subject (usually after he denies that he is not in any romantic relationship will any of the other nations).

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"I still think you are lying, mon cher." Francis said leaning on his hand.

He was only a few feet away from Alfred, and yet still he didn't feel safe. America moved back in his chair trying and failing looking for a way out, as once again Hungary, Japan, and the Bad Touch Trio had cornered him over the three engagement rings.

Like he was going to tell them…

Not likely.

"I'm not. These aren't from another nation."

Francis smirked and glanced towards England. "Really? Because we think," he motioned to the others. "That you are lying, non?"

Alfred signed.

"I'm not. For the fiftieth time."

He blinked as something occurred to him.

"Wait, why do you think I'm lying?"

The smirk on Francis' mouth reappeared in force. "Several…sources have come forward to disprove your claims."

Alfred frowned, and he got up. "Who?"

"C'est un secret."

"Tell me, now."

Francis gulped, glancing to his friends looking for support and possibly a way out. Because as fun as this whole situation started, there was no fun in getting his head knocked off for keeping a secret that really pissed off the only superpower in the world.

"Russia. England." France said hesitantly, unable to actually put his thoughts into sentences.

The glared intensified. "What. Did. They .Say?" He hand was inched toward his pocket were his gun was kept.

How dare they, how fucking dare they make a game out of this?

"They said that they slept with you."

Alfred's glared at Francis, before he turned back, slumping in his chair.

"We didn't have sex of any kind. England and me shared a bunk during WWI so we slept in the same general area, but we did not have sex, or in any way molest each other... Secondly, Russia, if you recalled got wasted, because you put that strange alcohol junk in his vodka, causing him to pass out –conveniently before we had a shouting match causing him to pass out on top of me."

He gritted his teeth. "End of fucking story."

He grabbed his paperwork and stomp out completely pissed.

He hated World Conferences.


Author Notes: Just a little fun. See, if you can guess who the three people are who America fell in love with. I'll give you a small hint they're well known in lastly on a side note: I'm opening up this fan fic for requests for these one-shots (or if there are enough votes for more). They can be theme, from a time in history or anything else you want—just send them in a review and we're good to go, however they may take a while.

Any how's, please read and review.