So I know I say stuff sometimes...like 'next chapter is the date, promise!' but...for those who know me very well, it comes as no surprise to see me not do what I said I would do xD

So ummm...I'm not going to say anything else cuz it'll just ruin the chapter but, on the bright side, this chapter is much longer than all the other ones I've written!

ENJOY!

America had slept well and it hadn't been because Russia had worn him out with his sexual punishment. Certainly not that because the crazy nation tried to rip off his manhood immediately after. America had only barely saved himself by grabbing Russia's heart and squeezing it tightly to gain his obedience.

Now they were the next day and they were going to have their real date. Others might argue that they'd already had it but America would argue that they were stupid and that what happened in New York had just been a practice date. Nevertheless, seeing as they had been banned from New York until further notice, the two world powers would have to take a plane all the way to Orlando, Florida where they would have their real date in Disney World.

Of course, knowing that Russia would fully disapprove and be a total douche about going to the theme park, America had decided to keep it confidential until it was much too late to turn back.

And so, America sat up in his bed and stretched nicely before deciding to wake the Russian up.

Where is that crazy bastard sleeping anyways? America wondered not remembering much from after saving his penis from total annihilation.

It was only as he felt a human like mass next to him as well as his nakedness as he was trying to leave his bed that he realised he might have kissed it accidently when Russia tackled him yesterday.

Woops.

"You perverted weirdo! Get out!" America squealed blushing madly as he kicked the Russian literally out of bed.

"Ow…" He moaned, "What the hell?"

"Stop raping me!" America hissed.

"Then stop forcing me to!" Russia retorted angrily; in his defence, he had been waken up in the most horrible way ever.

"I don't force you to!" America defended.

"Da you do! You keep kissing my heart!" Russia pointed out thus winning the argument.

"Just get out!" America growled hiding his face in his pillow.

"Oh boy…" Russia sighed.

The only thing that passed through the former's mind was : this is going to be a very long day.

After the two showered and dressed America announced that they would be heading to a waffle house first, for breakfast, and then to the airport where they would arrive in their date location.
"Where are we going?" Russia asked as they seated themselves in the waffle house.

America squished his heart causing the Russian to randomly grab his chest and hit his face on the table.

"Ow! You idiot! Why did you do that!" He hissed glaring death at the man sitting before him.

"Do what?" America played dumb as he began to change the subject, "What are you going to have here?"

"What do you mean?" Russia asked. "On the me—"

America randomly squished Russia's heart again having him clutch his chest once more and then slam in face on the table as he did the first time.

"Would you stop it!"

"Sorry, it was funny…" America chuckled.

Without another word needed to be spoken, the waiter arrived asking for their order. America quickly answered for the both of the proclaiming that they would have everything on the menu.

"I can't eat all that." Russia stated, "You're going to waste so much food."

"I will not!" America stated sticking his nose up in the air, "I never waste my food."

All the waiters from the restaurant returned to their table much later carrying all the plates. They put them on the table and all simultaneously wished them a good meal. America grinned and pulled out some maple syrup with a maple leaf on the front.

"Mattie's maple syrup is the best and I eat it with everything!" He explained as he popped open the can and spilled the dense liquid on everything that could be considered food.

"Everything?" Russia asked with a hint of disgust.

"Well…mostly…" America corrected himself, "Just breakfast stuff really…"

"So your brother's nickname is Matvey?" Russia asked interesting himself in a different topic.

"No, Mattie." America corrected, "Why?"

"That would make his full name Matthew, da?" Russia asked.

"Yes, but why?"

"Interesting…"

America growled and threw a waffle at Russia face, "Don't try anything on my brother! Besides, you're supposed to be my boyfriend so try being a good one and only pay attention to me!"

"But he's like the good version of you, the one everyone likes." Russia teased, "He's the total package, and he looks like you but is kind, refined and polite."

"You son of a—" America paused and blushed deeply much to the confusion of the Russian facing him.

"What?"

"You…think I'm…hot…?"

Russia blushed as well, "W-what! When did I say that?"

"Well you didn't…but you implied it just now…" America stated, which was true.

A moment of silence reigned at the table until America squeezed the heart again.

"Don't embarrass me while eating breakfast now I can't concentrate on the food!" He whined.

Russia growled lowly but calmed down. He sat up straight and observed the American as he began eating. He hadn't noticed that he implied that he did enjoy the other's looks but, most of all, he was surprised that America had picked up on it. It was true though, that he thought the American was rather…beautiful. He enjoyed the colour of blue inhabiting his eyes and the yellow of his hair resembling that of a sunflower's. There had also been that moment after sex where he had thought…

Russia shook his head, those weird thoughts only began ever since the capitalist nation before him began kissing his heart and forcing him to have sex with him.

It's nothing, Russia convinced himself, It's really nothing.

"Stop staring at me!" America yelled throwing another waffle at the Russian's face.

This time, Russia wasn't going to take it. He grabbed a plate and threw it back hoping to hit the American but he had dodged it. A food fight similar to the one in New York erupted and resulted in the same way, they got kicked out of the waffle house and were banned from entering any other of their sibling restaurants.

"This so your fault." America hurried to blame Russia.

Russia sighed deeply knowing full well that arguing with the American would result in what had happened the previous day. He began following the American to the car they had been using but then stopped as he realised something. Since when did he ever care about angering America? Since when did he care in general about America?

Quickly, he decided he needed to redeem himself. The Russian ran behind the American and hurried to trip him. America landed square on his face having the heart slip out from his coat pocket. It had taken the two a few seconds to register what had exactly made a splat so silkily on the pavement a little further away.

"No! Mine!" America screeched first lunging for the heart.

Regardless of America's rapidity, Russia had the advantage and merely stepped on the smaller man, sealing him against the ground.

"This is wonderful," Russia began darkly with an eager smile, "I thought I would have to be stuck with you the whole day but now I can get my heart back and end this stupid relationship."

America squirmed under the solid foot of his assailant. "This is so unfair, you cheater…" He growled, "You caught me off guard."

Russia smirked, "Always the one to create an excuse," he spat, "Wonderful thing I won't have to deal with that anymore."

Naturally, America felt crushed but not only because Russia was crushing him with his foot, but also because he really wanted to go on their Disney date. It pained him to admit it, but America had begun enjoying his moments with Russia because they were always quirky and much more adventurous than with anyone else.

Suddenly, Russia lifted his foot and America thought it to be a chance to escape, but the former had brought it back down much too quickly and with such strength that it actually cracked the pavement beneath. As America moaned in pain Russia stalked joyfully towards his heart and picked it up.

"Hello old friend." He greeted.

America difficultly lifted his head and watched as Russia ripped out the plastic heart from his chest and replaced it with the real one. He threw the bloodied plastic heart to America and grinned, "For memory's sake."

And just like that, America's complete control over Russia, his first boyfriend, his first first of many things, walked away and headed back to where he came from. A cold wasteland that was always grim and violent.

America pushed himself up and tried sitting but it only hurt his back and so he was stuck to stay on all fours. He felt humiliated and wasn't sure about what he wanted to do but, apparently, he was.

"C-could you…" America stuttered, "Could you at least go on that date with me?"

The Russian stopped walking. "Don't be ridiculous."

That night America had been rather upset and in pain physically not to mention emotionally. He didn't understand the emotionally part and so he had called over his brother to talk about it.
"So uhh…what happened exactly?" Canada asked staring in disgust as his brother stuffed himself with deep fried ice cream and other things that he didn't know was possible to deep fry.

"The commie bastard kicked me into the pavement," He said between large bites of deep fried ice cream, "And then refused to go on a date with me after he took his heart back!"

"So he broke up with you?"

"Yeah! And took his heart back!"

"Right…" Canada tried to understand, "I don't get it, I thought you didn't like Russia."

"I don't!" He argued before stuffing himself with more disgusting food, "He…he just hurt my feelings…"

"But you went out with him…" Canada added, "You even said you stole his heart and just now that he hurt your feelings…things like that wouldn't matter if you didn't like him…"

"What are you trying to say Mattie!" America growled not liking where the conversation was going, "Are you trying to say it's my fault?"

"No, I'm saying you actually did like him," Canada sighed with a smile, "That all that bothering him, pissing him off and getting all up in his face all the time was you trying to hog all his attention. You were acting the same way a middle school boy acts towards a girl in his class he really likes."

America blushed and glared at his brother, "The nerve of you to suggest that!" He hissed, "I'm telling you I don't like him!"

"America…" Canada sighed once more, this time America flinched at the name used by his brother, "I never really understand your train of thought, but one thing's for sure, it's insanely contradicting."

"I invite you to my home to make me feel better," America whined, "And you insult me! Why? I thought you were supposed to be nice!"

Canada grinned, "I'm truthful Al, there's a difference." He corrected, "I'm going to leave now and wait for you to realise that you actually did like him."

"You're stupid."

"And you need to remember about the G8 meeting tomorrow at Germany's." Canada added as he fetched his coat, "I almost forgot to tell you, but guess who has the pleasure of being seated next to him for intense supervision?"

"Ahh…that's no fair…" America pouted, "He's going to tell me to shut up every two seconds! Just like last time!"

"Not if you don't act like a child." Canada pointed out, he called Kumajirou who, with a heavy heart, parted from his best friend, "We're going now."

Again, America was left by himself in his house to ponder about the hurt Russia had left behind. He thought of what Canada had said and the declaration of himself having a crush on Communist.

"Stupid…" America cursed and fell on his pile of junk food.

He grabbed a nearby pillow and hugged it for comfort. The blonde American couldn't help but think about how the pillow was doing a much better job at providing comfort than his brother.

Slowly, America began to doze off on his pile of junk food thinking about how upset he was and about how that deep friend chocolate stabbing his back was most uncomfortable.

America found himself surrounded in white for a moment and with the silhouette of a man before him.

"You're that creeper that says 'fellow'!" America recognized, "What the hell do you want again? Tell me that I have been killed by love?"

The silhouette only laughed and slowly disappeared.

"Bastard."

Suddenly, America found himself in an office he had never seen before which was odd considering he had been brought into countless of them to be yelled at for starting wars, pissing off countries of spilling oil all over the ocean.

However, in this office, there were no windows, no painted walls, no paintings on the walls and only three pieces of furniture: two chairs and a desk. On the chair that faced the entire room sat Russia where as the other chair laid empty. On the desk was found a throbbing organ that America recognized too easily.

The trouble maker stared silently at the scene displayed in front of him to see what would happen. Russia merely stared at the organ with such silence that his terrifying presence could have been forgotten as easily as Canada's. Abruptly the former stood, gripped the heart and threw it with renowned brute strength against the wall. This action did not come without consequence, as he heart slammed against the wall with a sickening cry Russia gripped his chest and fell to his knees.

America was just about to take a step closer to the Russian when he suddenly sent the desk crashing to its destruction against the wall. The desk shattered like glass creating a mess all across the room. Russia panted heavily and glared at the heart that was still throbbing naturally.

"God damn it." Russia cursed, "God damn it!"

He smashed his fist against the ground breaking through the floor and into pipes that could have been carrying water or other liquid substances not as wonderful as water.

"If only…" He whispered to himself, "If only he hadn't found it…Why did it have to be him?"

Russia's gaze went from his heart to America causing the latter to flinch.

America woke up with a gasp and jumped to his feet out of reflex. The sun of the following morning had risen and the birds chirped merely outside the house. He had seemed to have forgotten something rather important but soon remembered it to be the meeting taking place in Germany.

Since America hadn't been informed of the time he would have to be present he decided to leave now but take his time to getting to Germany. As far as he was concerned the host wouldn't even let him speak so he might as well just skip the meeting and go play video games with Prussia. When he thought of it, America did remember that Prussia had been scheduled for an ass kicking in Super Smash Bros. Brawl.

Besides, America thought, I don't want to see that Commie bastard.

Russia.

To think that he had complete control over the other world power and wasted his chance to destroy his only threat. He could have destroyed Russia just like any other nation, excluding Canada, would have but he didn't take his chance, any of them.

Then, America thought of Disney World and about how much he had wanted to go with Russia. With Russia. That part in his train of thought bothered him a lot. He tried to think of someone else he would have liked to have gone there with but no one else came to mind. It was just as he thought the previous day, his time with Russia was unique and trouble some to many people excluding themselves at times but that's what made it worth a while and a good memory.

Determined, America looked at the time realising it was almost noon, It takes about eight hours to get to Germany by plane, he calculated in his head, When I get there the meeting might be over but I might have a chance to see him.

Instead of taking his time like he originally planed, he grabbed his alien friend Tony and ran to his basement. In his basement was a hidden entrance to a secret room, found in said mentioned room was a large aircraft that the military specifically pointed out to be used only in case of emergencies. Of course, the military and America had different definitions of emergencies.

Although America had never had official training as a pilot, he played a bunch of war video games that required the skills to drive, well, any type of aircraft from jetpacks to spaceships. In the video games rankings America was considered an ace pilot able to land a plane in the crappiest condition safely without any casualties.

Improvising, America managed to open the launch track and start the plane, the rest was mere logic that was acquired a few seconds after analysing all the buttons and levers. Soon the American was in the air and asking Tony had to get to Germany. However, the alien only had a map of the States and, since Germany was in an entirely different Continent, they had to improvise once more. It was then that America remembered he installed a GPS device in the jet, just for fun, with a Darth Vader voice. And so the two used that to guide their way to Germany.

The sun had set long ago in Germany, the meeting had been rather productive for once and Canada had gotten to state some of his ideas and lead enticing debates, not to mention win them. However the American-look-a-like had been asked more than once if he had, indeed, updated his clone about the meeting. It was rare for America to miss a full meeting, even when he didn't want to go he at least attended part of it.

"I think we're done for today," Germany announced arranging his papers, "This was very productive, good work. Now, remember that in two weeks we have a World Meeting in France. Canada, inform America. See you all then."

They all stood and began chatting amongst themselves about other things besides economy and warfare. Canada had been congratulated by other countries for his hard work and valid points giving him a sense of accomplishment and pride. Nevertheless, the quiet nation was worried and his mind preoccupied by his brother.

I guess I'll go see him and talk to h—

"STOP ALL MOVEMENTS!"

America crashed through the window with an army parachute sending chards of glass flying everywhere across the room.

And I guess I won't have to anymore… Canada concluded.

"God damn it America!" Germany hissed, "Did you have to break the window!"

"Yes, or else I would have been too late!" America panted as he struggled with the unhooking of his parachute.

"Too late for what?" The irritated German asked.

Finally, the parachute was unhooked and America scanned the room quickly before finding the man he was looking for. "You!" he growled pointing at Russia who had tried to sneak away.

"Christ," the Russian cursed, "Can't you leave me alone?"

"No!" America yelled running over to him and tackling him, "Not until you accept to go on a date with me!"

Russia blushed lightly as did everyone in the room who was shocked by America's demand.

"Do you hear yourself!" Russia asked annoyed.

"Of course I do!" America yelled, "Now go on a date with me!"

"No!" Russia snarled trying to push the American off.

Seeing as America was losing balance and about to fall off, he decided to grip on the first thing that came to mind. The first thing that came to mind was plunging his hand in Russia's chest, as he had done it so many times, and grabbing the heart. As it was thought, it was done. However, the object was not hooked in place and so America fell on his heart holding Russia's throbbing heart.

"Ha!" He yelled proudly.

Just like the first time, Russia was flaming pissed. America realised this and ran away just like the first time with Russia tight on his heels.

"This is why I don't like having him over…" Germany sighed slapping his hand against his face.

"Did…did he just rip out Russia's heart?" England stuttered incredulously.

The two nations ran across the building until America was cornered again and Russia broke through the ceiling.

"Just go on a date with me!" America whined, "I have your heart so I win!"

"No! I got it back so you're supposed to leave me alone!" Russia retorted angrily as he walked closer, "Give it back or else I'll smash your face in!"

As frightening as that threat would have sounded years ago, it had no effect on America. The blond stared at him defiantly and lowered his hands to his side, "I know you won't hurt me." He said.

"Why? Because you have my heart you think you're safe?" Russia snarled, "That was then, this is now and now is me pissed off and ready to spill some blood."

America shook his head, "I know the truth."

Russia glared, "The truth?" He repeated.

"Yeah," America nodded, "You love me don't you?"

Russia stopped all movements and seemed to pale, "What are you talking about?" He asked dryly.

"It all makes sense now…" America mumbled to himself as he thought through what he had just said, "You could have taken your heart back many times but you never did, maybe because you were curious at first but later because you didn't want to."

"That's idiotic." Russia denied, "Why then would I have taken my heart back after you dropped it?"

"Because…" America thought for a minute, "Because you had basically told me you liked me when you implied I was hot! And you didn't like that because it wasn't natural considering our previous relationship status so you had to end it!"

"You're making stuff up." Russia argued desperately.

"Oh! And, when you got back home," America added victoriously, "You threw your heart around, even if it hurt you, because you were angry that you did fall in love with me! You said: Why did it have to be him?"

Russia balled his fists and lunged at America. The American winced and closed his eyes but the anticipated punch landed just next to his head, against the wall.

"How do you know about that?" He hissed cornering the smaller male. "There are no cameras or windows in that room, and no one was in the house. How do you know?"

America stared speechless at the tall man before him, he looked into his beautifully coloured eyes resembling amethysts and smiled.

"Because you just confirmed it." He replied.

Angrily, Russia pressed his lips against the American's which was the last thing the latter had been expecting but was not bothered, he waited until Russia released him. "And so you know I love you." Russia growled, "Leave it at that. Give me back my heart and forget about everything, it's better that way."

America had unconsciously begun to hand it back to him but just as Russia was about to grip the throbbing organ, America pulled it away and pushed it to his own chest.

"No." America refused shaking his head.

"And why not?" Russia asked annoyed.

"Because…I think I might like you too…"

Ahhh SHADDUP! EVERYONE LOVES A SAPPY MOMENT HERE AND THEN!

But this isn't the end of the story...yet xD I do plan for much more drama! Now that the two main characters know how they feel about each other, they'll begin to experience themselves a little more seriously and try to get to know each other...try

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUNNNNN! THERE WILL ALSO BE THE ARRIVAL OF A CHARACTER I DON'T TEND TO USE OFTEN!

Try to guess who it is. Hints: It starts with 'C' and ends with 'Hina' ;p

SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER!