Love is a many side thing

That quick peck on the cheek was like an announcement of war against the rest of the world. The tension was high and very negative. Belarus made a move towards Alice with a knife in her hand with the intention of running it through Alice's heart. But England was not looking at her, or the fact that Scotland was holding her back and disarming her. His eyes where only upon France.

France looked heartbroken at what he had just seen. His eyes were filled with hurt as he stared straight into England's emerald ones. England took a few steps forward towards him, the annoying high heeled shoes clicking on the floor, his heart heavy. France took a step back, and it was that what felt worse than any blow that Belarus could deliver with her knife.

"France, please. I didn't... it's not what you think."England stuttered

"I zink that eet iz time for me to leave. I shall be at ze meeting. Adieu." France said turning back and walking the way he came

England opened his mouth in the hopes a response would come, but she just stood there gaping at the place where France had been. Several things happened in that moment. England suddenly came round and went to run after France. Unfortunately he had only just learnt how to walk in high heels not run, so he twisted his ankle and fell to the ground on her knees. Everyone remaining remained silent watching as Alice stared at the ground so that nobody could see her face. As she had fell, she didn't feel sorry for herself, only anger. It was a fierce anger that cancelled out the pain of her twisted ankle and sadness.

How could France be like this? He flirted to everyone and everybody and made England watch from the side lines. Now that the situation had flipped France was acting like this. Well he could go and hang himself that arrogant narcissistic bastard. Still he was his arrogant narcissistic and apparently jealous bastard.

England felt a hand gently squeeze his shoulder and looked into a pair of emerald eyes. He looked up into Cymrus face. When did his twin get here? He didn't know or care. He grasped his staff tightly in his hand as if to try and gain strength from it.

"Should we go Albion? Russia and Belarus want to see America in the hospital." Cymru informed him helping him to his feet

"My god, how long was I on the floor for Belarus to forgive me?" Chuckled Alice weakly

"For a good amount of time actually, even Alba was starting to get worried. I guess you must have spaced out or something. We didn't want to move you in case you where casting a spell or curse." Cymru admitted looking at the staff

England gazed at the staff in his right hand. He examined it and traced with his finger the lily and rose who's stems where twisted together as a carving on the staff. France must be at the airport by now. England hummed and tapped his fingers against the carving. He had to do something elaborate if he wanted this date to end in his favour. An idea hit him.

"Cymru we are going to visit America as well. I need you to come with me to lead the healing spell we are going to use on him. I'm going to use magic to transport us there so we get there before everyone else." England told him

...

England threw the door open with a force that caused it to slam against the wall, making Canada jump. England walked in, still as Alice, his hair was windswept and he strode in with confidence and gripping his staff in his hand. Cymru walked just behind him, grasping his own staff. It was an odd sight to see the very fashionably dressed Alice and normal looking young man, Cymru, carrying what looked like hiking sticks. If the security of the hospital, and because this was an English hospital, the police, had seen the staffs they would have confiscated them. But England was in his home turf, and with power and influence known only to him he had managed to get in without the staffs being taken.

The hospital room was just as he had left it; plain, white and with that terrible hospital smell. The small chairs as well as the matching small table where groaning under the get better gifts and cards. Canada was looking tired but still smiled a greeting at them as they entered from his small chair where he was keeping vigil beside Americas bed. America looked like had a bit more colour and in slightly better condition, but he was still quite injured.

England stepped up to America's bedside. She gently stroked his hair and his fringe to the side. Both of the other nations watched for awhile and then Cymru shut the door and locked it. Canada stared at his uncle and father with wide eyes. His eyes widened as Cymru started drawing a chalk circle around Alice and America.

"What are you doing?" Canada finally got the courage to ask

Both of his family members jumped. Even the white polar bear beside Canada looked startled and turned its head to look at him curiously. Clearly he had been forgotten again. For a brief moment Canada wondered if his family would go to all the trouble they where, by the looks of things anyway, going through for America for him if he was in America's position.

"It's me, Canada." Canada answered their unspoken question

"Of course I know who you are! Did you think I would forget my own son? No, really (Canada smiled a little wider) I didn't! I just thought you had gone to a hotel or something by now. Must be a motherly instinct thing. Huh." England told him

Both Cymru and Canada looked a little uncomfortable at his statement but chose not to comment. Cymru went back to drawing the circle around America and Alice, which was getting more complex looking as the time wore on.

England finished fussing over America and took hold of his staff. He loomed over the foot of America's hospital bed and turned to look at his brother, Cymru. Cymru stood up and nodded at Alice. They both lifted their staffs up and began chanting in Gaelic. England wasn't as good at gaelic as his brothers, and his tongue became tied at some words. However the magic soon took its affect as wind whorled around them .

Canada had jumped to his feet and backed away slowly. He could no longer see his family through the racing wind but that was not the only part of what was freaking him out. Like most other nations Canada didn't believe in ghosts and magic like his father and uncles did. So now that he was witnessing it he felt a little frighten. Canada was brave country when he needed to be, so stood his ground in order to try and find a way to get to his brother.

England and Cymru lifted up their staffs as their voices reached a crescendo, and the wind turned in droplets of water. The droplets of water hung in the air as glittering orbs, then fell upon America. Alice and Cymru continued their chanting, as they watched America.

Canada gasped as where ever the droplets touched healed. Instead of getting wet the droplets would glow and the wound would disappear. Suddenly both of the British brothers stopped their chanting. Everything in the room went quite and all eyes where upon America. The eldest North American brother's eye lids fluttered then he opened his eyes and looked around him.

America's gaze soon fell upon Alice. He looked slightly confused, as was to be expected as he had no idea who Alice was, but smiled in a sweet charming way. Canada turned his back on the scene to hide his silent laughter. Cymru grinned at America's response. England had completely missed the charm that America was turning on him as he was frantically pulling him into a hug.

"Whatever hospital I am in, I will defiantly recommend it. Nurses here are friendly and pretty as well." America said smiling at England

England sighed and smacked America in the head softly. Was there something wrong with his colonies, or rather ex-colonies, that made them fall for one of their parent nations when in female form? America was looking even more confused and Cymru and Canada had to leave the room because their laughter was too loud for England to be heard over it.

"America, it's me England. We have a lot to discuss but now is not the time. So get dressed and get out before Russia and his siblings arrive. Good chap." England commanded pulling back the bed clothes exposing America in his hospital gown.

"Yeah we got a lot to discuss. Like how disturbing it is to find out your dad likes to cross dress and is frighteningly good at it. Wait did you say Russia and all his siblings are coming together to visit me? " America asked going pale

"Yes I did, now, for god's sake, get changed!" Snapped England impatiently

To his surprise America practically leapt out of bed and snatched the clothes off of the wardrobe that Canada must have brought him. They were probably Canada's own clothing as the red hoodie had a red maple leaf on it. America in his desperation to suddenly leave didn't even complain about his wardrobe.

Even though England was glad that America was leaving his hospital room, he was a little perplexed at his behaviour. From what England had seen at Russia's house, Russia cared about America a lot.

"America why are you so worried?" asked England despite his inner voice telling him to shut up

"Because all three of them are coming at once! (England raised an eyebrow and America sighed) Look I like all of the siblings ok." America said before rummaging around for his glasses

"What he means by "like" is that he's been sleeping with all of them. " Canada said leaning on the door

"Shut up! No one asked for your opinion. Besides your just jealous cause you can't score with anyone." Hissed America

"At least I'm not going to be found out by three dangerous nations that I have been cheating on all of them with their siblings." Canada shrugged holding out America's glasses

America snatched his glasses and put them on. Just in time to see England give him a dark look. America shrank back a little. Obviously this type of cheating hit a nerve with England.

"You are too much like France sometimes. Why you inherited his libido is beyond me, but you better choose a sibling otherwise I will tell them myself understand? Now get out of here all of you!" snarled England

They all left in a hurry and could hear Alice muttering "over sexed little bastard" as they did. None of them had to ask why England was so upset. France had cheated on England with his own brothers, Scotland mostly, and the wounds where obviously still there.

"What does he expect? Love is a many sided thing!" announced America to the others as a kind of defence

"Yeah, for you a love square and for papa a love pentagon." Joked Canada who got a swift kick from the annoyed America

"OUCH! Ugh good to have you back America." Grumbled Canada

Arthurs notes:

Due to laziness I have just referred to England's brothers by their "nicknames" throughout the whole story. Except for Scotland and Northern Ireland. North because I wanted to separate him from his older sibling the true Eire. Scotland because he played a larger part in the story than the others.

Alba= Scotland

Cymru= Wales

Eire= Republic of Ireland

North= Northern Ireland

Albion/ Angleterre =England

America being "over sexed" = During WWII there was a stereotype of America GI's being oversexed in Britain. A quote from Juliet Gardner: "The yanks were overpaid, oversexed and over here." It's not a widely used stereotype but I still sometimes hear it from time to time.