Hey, sorry it's been awhile, a friend of mine is moving so I've been busy writing her a personal fanfic while listening to Evanescence. Anyway, I hope I've still got your attention and I would prefer you guys review me more. PLEASE!

"No," I said firmly. I wasn't going to let Alfred win.

"Come on! It'll be fun."

"NO! And that is final." I barked. A smirk touched his lips.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Motorcycles are dangerous and I am not taking the risk, America!" America had to go and pick something up at the store and I was supposed to go to keep him on track and not let him get distracted. I wasn't going on his damn motorcycle. I was snowing and more dangerous than usual.

"Get on. We'll be fine. Besides, we have to hurry so either get on or we can have Ukraine come with me. I reddened and sighed.

"Fine! But only so that you stay on track." He smiled childishly before handing me a helmet. It matched the motorcycle with the American flag on it. I held on to his waist, not knowing how fast it was about to go. He revved it up and we went flying out of that parking lot. I pressed myself to him and buried my face into his jacket. He was laughing his loud and obnoxious laugh. Soon enough we were at the store and I jumped off, legs weak. He ruffled my hair and laughed again.

"Inside we go!" I followed him into the store reluctantly. America was about to get what we needed when he saw a rack full of comic books. I grabbed him by the collar and he let out a choked sound.

"No. Stick to the list or I'll bop you." He grimaced before going around the store. That's when something caught my eye. I walked over to the rack I was interested in. America poked his head around the corner and stared at me.

"August?" I looked at him for a second but went back to what was I transfixed on. "Are you okay?" he asked. I pointed and her stared.

"What? The 'Funny Bones'?" I nodded.

"I went to New York once and they had these. They are the best in the world. The sad part is that there aren't any in Rogers." I grabbed a box. I looked pleadingly at him. "Can we get some?" I asked. He smiled.

"Well, duh! Go ahead." I grabbed two boxes and put them in the cart. We checked out the food and walked outside. It was snowing again. I waited as America put the food in the side pocket. I mounted behind him and gripped tightly.

"You do know that we aren't moving yet, correct?" I nodded. He just shook his head and started driving. I nuzzled my head into his bomber jacket. It was warm from Alfred. Was he really this warm? I hoped so, because –

No. Bad August, you can't think like that. He's just a friend. A retarded, childish, cute, sexy –

Auughhhhhh!

He pulled back up to the conference center and we walked into the warmth. I embraced it and collapsed onto one of the couches that sat there in the lounge. America parked himself next to me.

"Ah, it feels so nice in here. I hate winter. I tried to boycott it. I failed." I laughed at America.

"You can't boycott winter." He sighed.

"Well, I know that know, don't I?" I shook my head. England walked in and smiled.

"The bag?" America handed it to him and England peered inside. He looked puzzled. "Why are there 'Funny Bones' in here?" he asked. I got up and took them out.

"I wanted them." I held them close to me and smiled broadly. England shook his head.

Later that night I looked out at the stars. It was New Year's Eve and everyone was inside celebrating. It was really nice out, the snow whirling around me and the temperature a steady twenty-three degrees Fahrenheit. I didn't want to be inside at the moment. People were drinking and everything. The eggnog had come out too. A few people were out on the balcony as well. Sweden and Finland were cuddling in a chair together. Hungary and Austria were kissing against a wall and Italy was trying his best to hide that he was holding hands with Germany. Through the window I saw Spain groping Romano, Russia checking out Prussia, Poland slinging an arm around Lithuania, Ukraine hugging Canada and England flirting with the building maid.

I was about to just head inside when the glass door opened and France came out. He held up a glass of red wine.

"You looked lonely. I thought I could talk to you a bit, no?" I smiled at him.

"Sure." He walked over to me and handed me the glass. I took a sip and smiled.

"Tonight's the night." I said quietly. He nodded.

"Who will you be kissing tonight, Cherie?" he asked. I looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"What do mean? I'm not going to kiss anyone." He shook his head.

"No, who will you be kissing at midnight? It is one of the oldest traditions in all of our countries histories. Denmark has Norway, Estonia has his girlfriend, Japan is locked in his room, and I have Seychelles. Even my tsunder friend England is with someone." I sighed. France grinned.

"I know someone would love to be the one kissing you tonight." I looked at him funny.

"Who?" I asked. France looked over his shoulder to the celebration. I looked too. America was staring at us, but once I glanced in his direction he blushed and turned his head away. I laughed.

"America? But he doesn't like me in that way. I mean, come on. Right?" France just shrugged and walked away. Once he was gone Alfred strutted up to me and smiled his usual goofy grin. He looked out at the stars and sighed.

"It's beautiful out tonight, isn't it?" I nodded at him and watched the snow flicker past me. America beamed at me and I laughed.

"What?"

"Oh," he stammered. "Nothing. Nothing at all. Just admiring the view." He wiped some of the snow off the rail and set down his glass. I did the same.

"So, who are you kissing tonight?" America just fidgeted.

"No one." I smiled slightly.

"Really?" I turned my attention to the sky, watching the snow come from out of nowhere. "Me either."

America looked at me with a shocked expression. "Impossible!" I chuckled.

"Don't be sarcastic. I'm not good at this sort of thing, you know?" he smiled.

"I could be your 'date' tonight." He froze. "Or whatever it's called, but only if you want. You don't have to or anything, cause you probably don't want to. It's fine if not, but I'm not saying you shouldn't or should, you know? It's totally your choice-"

"Alfred, shut up. You're starting to sound like Finland." He laughed nervously. "I would love to be your 'date'." He sighed in relief.

"Okay, well, we have two minutes." I looked at my watch.

"Are you serious? Only two minutes until the New Year? Jeez. Why didn't I keep track of the time? God, I'm such a spazz." I shuffled. "So it's okay that we're going to kiss?" I asked.

Alfred smiled. "Uh, yeah. Nothing personal right?" I nodded.

"Right, I mean, it's normal. It's New Year's for god sakes. We shouldn't worry." I swallowed.

All of a sudden I heard voices chanting form inside. Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven. I looked at Alfred as everyone outside was chanting too. America squeezed my hand. I was nervous.

"I've never kissed before, so don't laugh when I fail, okay?"

Fifty-one, fifty, forty-nine…

"Of course not. Why would I laugh at you, I mean, I'm not that experienced either. Although, I am the hero and that would make me naturally awesome at it."

Forty-three, forty-two, forty-one…

I just nodded. "Alright." I hesitated. "But you have to actually mean it. I don't want to kiss you because I have to. I want to kiss you because I chose to do so."

Thirty-two, thirty-one, thirty…

He blushed. "O-okay. Same here I guess." He rubbed the back of his neck and it looked so cute.

Twenty-six, twenty-five…

Aaauuggggh! I can't think of him like that! "So, are you ready? Cause I am…sort of." I uttered quietly.

Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen…

I felt butterflies in my stomach as it was getting closer to midnight. I looked at Alfred. He just smirk at me, almost like a little kid on his first day of school. Nervous.

Seven, six, five, four, three…

Oh god.

Two…

Shit, shit, shit.

One…

Everyone chanted 'Happy New Years' and couples kissed. Germany reached down to Italy. Finland was in Sweden's lap and kissed him. Even England was kissing that maid. At that moment, Alfred leaned over to close the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine. He had a hand around my waist in a second and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck after I was sure he wasn't backing away. The world just seemed to melt away and it was only us. I found myself indulging in the heat that was Alfred.

And that's when it finally hit me and I realized…

I loved Alfred F. Jones. The hero, America.

I loved him, and I knew it.

But, instead of some intense kissing scene like in the movies it just got intensely cold. I shivered and we broke the kiss. I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

"Damn, it's cold." He said.

"No kidding. How did I stay out there before?" I asked, mostly to myself though.

America shook his head. "You just crazy or something." I nodded and laughed.

"What now?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Want to go and steal food from the kitchen downstairs?" he suggested eagerly. I stared at him.

"But there's food right there." I said, motioning to the buffet table.

"So? We can head down there where there aren't as many people surrounding us." My heart pounded. Me and Alfred. Alone. On New Years? This was going to be good.

"Well, okay."

I followed the country downstairs and into the kitchen connected to the mess hall. Hopefully England never cooked here. We snuck behind the serving counter. I picked up a cod chili dog and sighed. Looking around I spotted a microwave. I shoved the hot dog in and turned on the timer. America was watching me, but I tried to ignore it. His footsteps clacked as he approached me. I turned to him and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.

"What," I started before he touched my nose to his.

"How about we stay productive while the food cooks." I blushed, but nodded wordlessly. He leaned over and kissed me gently. I once again melted into it. He moved his hands up my sides, reaching his hands up to my neck. I put my hands on his waist. Alfred bit my lip and I moaned. He smiled and pulled away.

"You're too easy to predict." I frowned.

"Because that's what every girl wants to hear from her first love." He just leaned down to kiss me again, then stopped.

"You love me?" I blushed.

"Uh, well…yes." America smiled at me.

"Good. Now we're on the same page." He smashed his lips to mine and I had my hands in his hair. We were enjoying the moment when we heard the doors open. I paused as the footsteps came closer. I shoved America under the serving table and stood up.

China stared at me. I smiled innocently.

"What are you doing in here, aru?" he asked.

"I was just…picking up my napkin." The microwave beeped and I pulled it opened, grabbing the plate. China just nodded. I bit into the chili dog and then spit it back out while dropping the rest of it.

"Are you okay, aru?" I just held thumbs up.

"That was a very hot hotdog." I hesitated before face palming. "Oh, the irony." He just smiled. China looked back at the doors.

"We should hurry. The party is about to wrap up, aru." He said.

I waved as he left and helped America up. He stared at my hotdog and then laughed.

"You killed it." He cackled.

"Not my fault."

"Totally is."

"Will you just shut up? We have to get back." I griped. America nodded and walked out. I stood there, not knowing why.

I pulled out a necklace from my pocket, fingering the swirls in the silver. The heart locket popped open and I stared at the picture. I smiled at it and blinked back tears.

"My first love, mom. I wish you could meet him."

Hey so, I know it was a bit corny, but at least it isn't stupid. And there will be more chapters. It doesn't end here. I shall tell you when it ends. But, anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it and that you will stay tuned for something very dramatic in the next chapter…oops, I said too much. *laughs evilly.* Vinx-STFU! Me-Fine!