Prussia and Spain's attempts to get Ireland to talk failed. Let's see if France will be successful.

Yeah, this description's a bit short today but oh well. I hope you guys enjoy this little chapter!

The morning that Prussia invited Ireland to go drinking with him and Spain, France made a trip to England's house. He knew he wouldn't get anything out of England through drinks. Not only was the Englishman angry when he drank, he said a lot of different things at once. No one can understand what he's talking about or how he ended straying from one topic to the next.

France had a better idea, although, the chances of it working were 50-50. If he can annoy him enough, England can either accidentally spit it out or try to kill France. It was worth a shot.

France rang the door bell and waited for England or one of his brothers to answer the door. When the door opened, he saw a tall, red-haired man smoking a cigarette. Scotland.

"Hello, France," Scotland greeted. The two were pretty close through the years. Although, France wasn't about to include Scotland in this. Anything that involved England caused Scotland to do some very cruel, unusual, and sometimes unforgivable things. Besides, France wasn't sure how the Scot would react once he found out about England and Ireland's secret affair.

"Bonjour, Scotland! Is England here?"

"Where else would he be? He's in the living room doing his embroidery."

"May I see him for a moment?"

"Why do you want to see him?"

"Just to talk business."

"Who's at the door, Scotty?" Wales walked into view and saw France, acknowledging him with a hello.

"Hey, Wales? You want to tell 'brother dearest' that France is here?"

"England! Your best friend is here!" Wales yelled into a room.

"Who is it?" yelled a British accent.

"I already told you it's your best friend!"

"They're already here!"

"But this is your human best friend!" Scotland yelled, "And he's very Frenchy!"

There was silence for a moment before England shouted back, "Go away, France!"

"But I'm here on important business!"

"Is your boss behind this?"

"Non!"

"Then I don't care! Go away!"

"Just go in there," Scotland whispered, "He can't do anything about you just being here."

"I enter to face a fate much worse than death," France replied with a chuckle.

France stepped through the front door and walked into the living room to see England concentrating on his embroidery.

"Bonjour, mon ami." England accidentally pricked himself with his needle at the sound of the Frenchman's accent. He looked up to see his enemy leaning against the door frame of the room, smirking and holding in a chuckle.

"Fuck! What are you trying to do?!"

"What always do: torture you." France chuckled loudly at England's angered face. Scotland and Wales appeared in the doorway and watched their brother being tormented by the man he's hated since childhood.

"We'll leave you two to your business," Scotland said with a laugh. The two disappeared into a different room.

France walked further into the room and sat on the couch opposite England. They stared at each other for a moment, England in hatred and France in amusement. Finally, England went back to his embroidery and spoke.

"So, seeing me bed-ridden wasn't enough for you. You had to see me the next day as well."

"Only to discuss something important."

"And what exactly would that be?"

"I just want to know... is there anyone... oh, I don't know... special... in your life?"

"Special? What have I ever owned in my life that was special?"

"What about Ireland?" England's needle stopped half way through the cloth. The Brit didn't bother to look up. He knew there'd be a smirk on that bearded face. Ever since his brother's independence, France taunted England about it to no end. It had been awhile since the last time he did that. Why now?

"That's history, France. He doesn't want anything to do with me. I'm completely fine with that."

"Let's say he did?"

"Then I guess we would start being brothers again."

"And if he wanted to be a part of the United Kingdom again?" England's needle stopped again, this time making it out of the cloth. England still refused to look up into that gloating face of his. He wasn't going to let the Frenchman get to him.

"He never wanted to be a part of the United Kingdom. He made it clear that night he..." England trailed off but continued his craft. "Anyways, if Ireland decided to come back to us, it would make us all happy."

"Are you sure about that? Last time I checked, Northern Ireland is still mad at his older brother."

"He'll be happy. Trust me."

"It would make you happy, wouldn't it? Having Ireland back into your little kingdom."

"Yeah, it wou-" England's needle didn't even penetrate the cloth as he looked up at France. The long-haired man raised an eyebrow as his enemy seemed frozen for a moment. His expression was calm which was unusual when he and France talked.

"Why are we talking about this?" England asked, his voice also calm.

"I guess I got side tracked. What were we talking about again?"

"Who my special someone was-" England stopped himself after realizing what was going on.

There's no way he knows! How?! We were so careful! That's when he remembered France's sudden appearance the day before. No... He actually saw us... I can't believe this...

"Out."

"Excusez-moi?"

"Get out!"

"Calm down, England. It was just a ques-"

"Get your bloody arse out of my house, you frog! Right now!"

"Okay, okay! I'm going!"

"I don't want to see your disgusting face around here again! You hear me?!" France rushed out the door before England did anything with the needle in his fingers.

Talking to England proved nothing except that he's now suspicious of France. Provoking him obviously didn't work out too well.

It looks like I'll have to resort to blackmail. I wonder if Prussia and Spain got Ireland to talk. If they did, maybe Ireland will convince England into coming out. I didn't think it would be this difficult.

It was about 1:00 in the morning when the phone rang. It was a bit unusual for there to be a call at this hour but the more awake member of the house answered the call. He was hoping it wasn't some prank call since only bored teenagers seem to call at 1:00 in the morning for nonsense.

"Hello?" England asked into the receiver.

"Thank God you answered the phone," came Ireland's voice.

"Seamus?" England started whispering in case one of his brothers woke up.

"I'm sorry I'm calling you this late but it was kind of urgent."

"What's going on?"

"Prussia invited me to go drinking with him this morning. I thought nothing of it and agreed to his offer. When we get there, Spain shows up and starts asking us if we have anyone special on our minds. I thought that was a little strange but, then again, Spain claims to be the country of passion. But, then he kept asking me if I had anyone."

"You didn't say anything, did you?"

"I said there was someone close to me but I didn't specify. But even after I told him this, he kept pressing on."

"You don't think he-"

"I think so. Prussia started asking me weird questions too. How could they know?"

"I think I know who's behind all of this."

"Who?"

"France."

"Why France?"

"He came over my house today. He asked me a bunch of weird questions. All concerning you."

"What was he asking?"

"He was just taunting me. Kind of like after you split up from-" England stopped himself before he said anymore. He thought talking about Ireland's independence was still touchy to him just like it was to Northern Ireland. England himself still felt a little off when talking about it.

"So, what did you do?"

"I kicked him out."

"But why would France do this? And why would he get Spain and Prussia involved?"

"I think this is all for his personal gain. He wants us to tell them that we're in a relationship. I don't know what his motive behind this is but it's not going to work."

"You think we need to be more careful?"

"Yeah. We should probably stop visiting each other so frequently. And maybe I should call you instead of you call me. There are more people in the house and any one of them could pick up the phone. One of them is bound to grow suspicious about you calling so frequently and asking for me."

"You're right. But we shouldn't change how we act in public. If we avoid each other more often or appear to be acting friendly towards each other, that'll raise red flags."

"I hope they don't pull anything at the meeting next week."

"Ugh! I forgot all about the world meeting on Friday!"

"Let's just try to remain calm. Even if they know, they can't prove anything. We can always deny it if they say something."

"I guess we could. I didn't think keeping this a secret would cause this much trouble."

"And if he wanted to be a part of the United Kingdom again?" England thought back to what France had said. He had never apologized to Ireland about causing him all of that pain. He told the Irishman he was sorry for nearly shattering his leg but never about making him join the United Kingdom.

"It would make you happy, wouldn't it? Having Ireland back into your little kingdom." Even though France said all of that to upset England, it was starting to get to him.

"Hey, Seamus..."

"Yes, Deartháir Beag?"

Dammit... I can't do this over the phone. Not like this.

"N-Nothing. It was nothing."

"Ummm, okay. It's late. We need our rest."

"Good night, Seamus."

"Good night, Deartháir Beag." They both hung up but England didn't go back to the comfort of his bed. He was still thinking about the things France said to him earlier that day.

I'm sorry, Ireland...