Chapter 9

It's been a while huh? Sorry I hadn't been updating, I had a huge week last week, I had so many things to do from appointments to band. Anyways I have some bad news. I had gotten my results back from my MRI, and I have two fractures in my foot. I'll get better, but I hate crutches, but anyways enough about me, here you guys go.

NOTE: I do not own Hetalia.

After Japan had left, America decided that he really needed to figure his shit out. He called France over and over again, but he didn't pick up. He texted him, but no texts back. He wanted to tell France the reason why all of this was going on was because of a fucking suit.

America was in luck to talk to France, because the next meeting was in two days, so he decided what his plan was going to be.

He was going to wear the suit to the meeting in Rome, and see what happens, and then he's going to change in the middle of the meeting into his usual bomber jacket, and that should change many of the other nations minds about him.

It wasn't a genius plan, but America was sure that is was going to work.

Two days later, America boarded his plane to Rome, wearing the suit. After 5 long hours, America got off of the plane, and picked up his luggage.

"America?" A voice asked. America turned around to see France standing there waiting for his luggage. America looked at him up and down, and ignored him, and walked away. France went out to grab him.

"America, listen." France began. America glared at him.

"Why should I?" America asked. France sighed, and looked at the suit. He smiled slightly.

"You look so nice." France said. America tried his best not to smile. He then pulled his arm away.

"See you at the meeting." America said quietly. He left an alone France waiting for his luggage.

At the meeting, everyone watched America, they watched everything that he did. He ignored it, and just got done presenting.

"Good job America." England purred. America ignored it, and sat next to Cuba, whom used to hate him, but was now trying to be his friend.

America watched as the other nations presented their problems. While Germany was talking, America decided to go and change now. He got up and started to leave.

"America, vhere are you going?" Germany asked almost in a dreamy voice.

"I need to use the bathroom, if that's okay." America said. Germany looked at him.

"Okay, vell be quick, we need you." Germany said in a moaning tone. America faked smiled, and ran out of there.

"America rushed to the bathroom with his bag, holding his uniform in it. He opened the door, and quickly changed. Not even 3 minutes in peace, there was a knock at the fucking door.

"Fuck." America whispered.

"America?" A voice asked. The voice seemed to belong to Prussia. America hid in the stall, as the door opened.

"America, bro-ha, vhere are you?" Prussia asked. America finished changing, and held his breath, he opened the door, and walked out, hoping the change would work.

"There you are." Prussia said. America fake smiled, as he tried to leave the bathroom, until the albino German nation pinned America up against the wall.

"Dude, what the hell?!" America asked. Prussia's red eyes watched America.

"Please stop messing with everyone else, be mine." Prussia said. America pushed his head against the wall, trying to avoid the Prussian's face close with his.

"Prussia stop!" America yelled. Prussia smiled, and forcefully kissed America. America fought until Prussia started to kiss his neck, and that's when America's sexual senses tingled, and took over his adrenaline.

"Ahhh." America moaned. Prussia smiled at the sound, until he accidentally bit America's neck, and America pushed Prussia away.

"Sorry babe." Prussia said. America went back to his fight and flight senses.

"I need to go dude." America told him. Prussia blacked him, and America could only be himself…violent.

"Dude!" America yelled. He pushed Prussia away, but the nation was very strong, almost as strong as Germany, they probably trained together. Prussia tried to take America's shirt off, until someone walked into the bathroom, and all America could think was that another nation would join in, but it wasn't…it was France.

"France?" America asked. The blonde-haired nation peeled Prussia off of America, Prussia went to hit him, but France grabbed his fist and twisted it, Prussia yelped in pain. He ran out the door. America, his shirt basically un-done, was panting, and scared.

"France, you didn't have to- "

France kissed America roughly. America felt his heart beat faster and faster. He kissed France back.

"America, I never meant to say those things." France said, looking down. America lifted his chin, and kissed him. France hugged him. But England walked in.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" England asked loudly, almost a scream. America grabbed France tightly. England approached the two. France shifted, so that America was behind him.

"Leave America alone." France told him. England looked at him, his piercing green eyes matching with France's light blue eyes.

"America, do you love France?" England asked. America looked at him for a moment. America looked down.

"Even if I do, you can't do anything about it." America told him, his eyes filled with anger. England smiled and started to laugh hard. America was confused.

"America, we all knew along that you were in love with France, so we set you guys up." England said. America looked at France.

"You knew?" America asked. France looked down.

"Oui, but for good reason." France said. America looked at him confused. France got down on one knee, and pulled a small box out of his cloak. Right now basically everyone was there watching.

"Alfred F. Jones…will you marry me?" France asked. America stood there shocked. His eyes watching every moment. He smiled, and hugged France.

"Yes." America said. France smiled, his eyes tearing up. America let France slip the ring on to his finger. They hugged and kissed, and all of the rest of the nations started to clap. America let go, and then frowned.

"What about the suit?" America asked. England smiled, and looked at the old suit.

"Oh it is cursed." England said.

AN: THE END, I hope that you guys liked it, and that's all really.

Love,

MorgiTheCorgi