Thank you again for the AMAZING reviews. And to Edna, sorry xP Here in the states it is a name that is not that common among this generation of kids xP

On another note, I HATE THIS CHAPTER. I SUCK at writing straight up romance. I can write crack, and I can write fluff. But when it comes to straight up honest to God romance, I just... Fail. So I'm so sorry. I hope that you are able to get the deeper meaning through my sucky fail romance...

Anyway Enjoy~

America took Sealand and told him to stay put. He would try to convince the nurse to allow the small nation into England's room. America certainly didn't want Sealand running around in a dress... Again.

"Where was he?" Canada asked as America walked back into the room. England was awake and sitting up in the bed looking at America intently. He had probably heard that Sealand had gotten lost.

"That, my dear friends, is a story that I will save for Peter himself to tell you," America said with a wink.

They laughed as the young nation took his seat next to England. "How are ya feeling, dude?" America asked in his usual slang.

"I'm doing fine, you git," England responded obviously annoyed, "And don't talk to me like I'm some 'dude' on the street. I'm the bloody United Kingdom; not some dog!" England looked up at America and smiled slightly. He seemed to be more cheerful around the younger nation. At least, he had been for the past few days.

"Has the doctor come back yet?" America asked turning to Canada.

"Yeah," Canada told him, "The doctor said the surgery was more than a success and that Arthur can go home tomorrow!" Canada flash America a smile and America smiled back.

"That's good," America sighed, "I'm just glad to know it's all over." After everything the young nation had been through the past week or so, all he wanted was to go home for some peace and quiet. In an ideal world, he wanted to take England back to his house and confess his feelings. Then they would sit on the couch by the fire for the rest of the winter; just them and no one else.

But America didn't live in a perfect world and did not get his hopes up. He was just thankful that England would be going home and that they had survived this ordeal. That was all America wanted for right now.

"I'm going to go get Peter and grab some dinner," Canada told everyone, "What do you want?"

"I'm fine with just tea for right now," England responded pointing to the half empty polystyrene cup on the table that held his favorite kid of tea.

"You know what I want," America said winking.

"You can't live on a diet of hamburgers, Alfred," Canada scolded, "How about a salad? Or a fish sandwich? Even a chicken sandwich might be good."

America sighed, not in the mood to fight-even if it was just play fighting. "Fine, I'll have a chicken sandwich," he said with a bored tone, "But I want it crispy and I also want fries and a coke with it."

Canada smiled and nodded. He hardly ever won an argument with his brother, even just a play argument. He happily walked out of the room to go gather Sealand. Little did America know, they would be going to the diner so the younger nation and England could talk a little. And so that Canada could have his pancakes.

"It's almost over, eh?" England asked America.

America smiled. "Yeah. It's almost over."

England blushed and looked down at the sheets. "I probably wasn't be best patient in the world, now was I?" England asked, "I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused. It's all my fault." England stared at the sheets. It took a lot for him to apologize and America knew that.

"It's... Not all your fault," America said. In truth, if you wanted to point blame you could say it was England's fault. But America did not want England to take any blame. Not with the sorry situation he was in.

"Ok, so some of it is," America admitted, "But when you had a temp, I probably should have forced you to lie down right from the start. That's why you got the knife stuck in your hand. And I should have cleaned the wound better; that's why it got infected." America paused and made eye contact with England. "See, it's not all your fault."

England smiled at the younger nation who was trying to make him feel better. Then his smile faded and he looked at America with a serious expression on his face. "I didn't do anything... Weird... when I was delusional, did I?" England asked, "And if you lie to me, I'll know."

America looked down at his hands and didn't respond.

"Alfred," England said in a warning voice, "Look. It was all a dream to me. And there was something at the end of that 'dream' that I want to know more about. And you know something about it, I can tell."

"Well, if you know, why don't you just say it?" America asked innocently.

England's eye twitched. "Because I'm not sure if it happened or not."

"Then just say what you think," America said with a smile.

England sighed. "Alright. I had a dream that I was a … man of the sea... And you gave me a bath. Apparently that was true. But... At the end... I had a dream... That you and I... Well..."

"Kissed?" America asked his face turning as red as England's.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"So... Did we?"

"... Yeah."

"Oh..."

The two sat there in an awkward silence for a few moments. "I... remembered it during surgery," England told him, "I had a dream."

"Ah," America said.

"I remembered something else about it."

"What?"

"It was... Nice," England turned a deeper shade of red and looked down at the sheets. America stared at England for a few moments. He couldn't believe what he was hearing! Not only did England know about the kiss, but he also enjoyed it. America smiled at the older nation.

"So are you saying that I'm a good kisser?" America asked with a teasing voice. Surprisingly, England turned even redder and did not look up.

"I guess so," he mumbled. America sat there shocked for a few moments.

"I guess Mattie was right," America mused to himself. England looked up at the younger nation with a confused look on his face.

"What do you mean?" England asked.

"Mattie told me that we showed all the signs of being in love but just wouldn't admit it to each other," America responded, "He said that we were 'soul mates' or something. I did think that it was just that old pervert having too much influence on Mattie, but apparently he was right."

"So you think we're soul mates?"

It was now America's turn to blush. "I don't think," America said just the slightest bit above a whisper, "I know." America stood up and sat himself on the bed next to where England's waist was under the white blanket. He laced his hand into England's left hand-the one that had been infected. America leaned in and placed a small peck on England's mouth. The older nation smiled and returned the kiss, this time staying intertwined for a few minutes.

The two broke apart and stared at each other for a moment. "I love you," America whispered.

"I love you too," England replied.

Canada and Sealand came back a little while later. Sealand was told, yet again, to stay put in the waiting room and to under no circumstances get up and leave. Canada entered England's room. He gasped at what he saw. America was laying next to England running his fingers through the older's blonde hair. England was nestled in his arms fast asleep. America had his eyes closed, but was murmuring something so Canada knew he was awake.

"Alfred?" Canada asked. America's head shot up and his eyes widened at seeing Canada. He didn't move, though, as he didn't want to disturb a sleeping England.

"Oh, hey Mattie!" America greeted, "What's up?"
"What are you doing?" Canada asked ignoring America's question and replacing it with his own.

America blushed. "Oh, you know... Hanging out," America said, "Oh! And Iggy fell asleep."

"I can... See that," Canada responded, "But why-"

"Hey! Is that McDonald's?" America asked cutting Canada off completely and pointing to the paper bag in the larger nation's hand.

"Well, yeah," Canada said.

"Awesome! Hey, do you want to call it a night and go home? Iggy's sleeping like a log. I doubt he'll wake up until tomorrow." Canada nodded. America gently laid England's head, that had been resting on his chest, onto the pillow. Slowly and quietly, he got himself off of the bed and pulled the cover's up. He then took the bear and set it next to England. Before turning out the light, he scribbled a goodbye note and headed out the door.

The nurses almost seemed relieved to see the three nations leave. They informed the two, again, that England would be ready to go home the next day as the surgery had been such a success. The three nations then left to go prepare America's home for England's coming.

I still hate this chapter. I had no clue what to do. I've been suffering writer's block for a little bit now. UGGG I HATE THIS CHAPTER. I've said I hated chapters before, but this is the worst. As you can all tell, romance is NOT my thing. Sorry...

Well guys, this is it. Next chapter will be that last. Sad, right? I'll save my huge goodbye author's note speech for next chapter. For now, thank you. You guys are amazing.

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