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The Date

After Eric was done freaking out about Greece, France (un)subtly reminded me about my date. Apparently he had already ransacked my closet and set out the clothes he deemed acceptable on my bed, and I would have been mad at that incredible breach of privacy had his selection not been incredibly fashionable.

I told him as much, and he just grinned smugly. "Merci."

I changed into the clothes: a red cropped sweater top, a white high-waisted pencil skirt, black knee length socks over sheer black tights, and then black boots – in record time, and partly ignored Eric freaking behind me while Italy brushed out my hair.

"I should give you a talk, right?" He was pacing up and down my bedroom and babbling. "Shit, you've never gone out on a date! I didn't even think you liked boys!"

"I swear to god Eric..."

"What? It's true! The last time you had a crush, you were like twelve!" He pressed his lips together as he continued to think.

Italy ran his fingers through the thick curls, and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. "It's okay if sorella likes girls," he told me. "When I was little, I liked a boy. And I like Germany very much!"

Eric gaped at him, while I cooed and turned to pinch Italy's cheeks. "Aww, thank you Feli! I'm sure Germany likes you very much as well!" He giggled and hid his blushing face in my hair.

"That's really beautiful and all," my brother said, staring at us. "But that doesn't help me much! Should I give a brotherly speech or just...just...don't do anything stupid with him, okay?"

I laughed and nodded, patting Feli on the cheeks. "Psh, you know me! I'll be fine! I just have one request."

No One's POV

"She said we couldn't follow her," Eric told the rest of the units downstairs, and there was a collective groan of disappointment. America sadly put away the trench coat and sunglasses he'd been holding.

"Don't groan like I did something terrible!" Allie rolled her eyes as she grabbed her handbag. "I should be home in about an hour or so. The only people allowed to cook here are France, Italy, Romano and Spain. If anything goes wrong, call me! I do not need to get home and find the house on fire because someone got adventurous! Looking at you, Gilbert!"

"I'm so offended right now," the albino pretended to pout, and then he grinned and sidled over. "Because you're still awesome, I'll give you these!"

Allie stared at the packet he had slipped into her hand. "Why do you have condoms?"

He never got the chance to answer, because he was tackled away from her by Eric a split second later. Both went down in a flurry of white hair and loud swearing, and the girl stared after them with wide eyes. England sighed and took the condoms from her with a wince. "How boorish," he sniffed, tossing them...elsewhere. "I highly doubt you'll need those. Do be safe though." She lifted her head like a cat so that he could pat her.

"If he tries anything, just kick the stronzo in the balls," Romano suggested tactically.

"I can beat him to a bloody mess with my pipe," Russia offered kindly, holding up said pipe for good measure.

Allie giggled in spite of the horrified expression on everyone else's face, and reached up to pat the tall Russian on the cheek. The boots made it easier for her to reach. "Hopefully nothing will happen, and I'll be back pretty quickly. It's not like I'm looking for a relationship anyway! Well," she hiked her bag higher up her arm and walked over to the door. "I'm going. No one do anything stupid while I'm gone!"

America waved me off with a wide grin. "Have fun, sidekick!"

oOo

Allie's POV

I arrived at the site of the 'date' – a nearby Olive Garden – a few minutes earlier than we were supposed to meet, and spotted my 'date' standing outside the building and looking slightly nervous. I sighed internally, and tried to tell myself to calm down. Even if I wasn't interested in anyone at all, meeting people on my own is still a bit nerve-wracking for me.

At any rate, he looked as worried as I felt so at least we were both feeling the awkwardness.

I gathered myself, pasted on my friendliest smile, and walked over to him. The low click of my heels must have drawn his attention because he looked up and quickly caught sight of me. If it was possible, he looked even more nervous. "Hey!" I greeted once I was close enough.

"Allie, hi!" He replied, running a hand through his black hair. "You look nice..."

"Aw, thank you!" I giggled. "You look good too," I returned the compliment with a more natural smile this time, and saw him relax a smidge. For a moment, he didn't move, and then I arched an eyebrow and glanced at the restaurant. "So, are we...?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah!" He flushed beneath his tanned skin, and we walked into the restaurant. We were seated quickly since the place wasn't too crowded, and a basket of breadsticks was placed in front of us. A waiter took our order – mine was a fettuccine alfredo and he had the chicken and shrimp carbonara – and then there was awkward silence.

We avoided eye contact across the table for a few seconds, him pretending to find the tablecloth, floor, and ceiling incredibly interesting. I fiddled with a breadstick for a moment, and finally looked up at him.

"So...how do you feel about the Captain America: Civil War trailer?"

oOo

"Don't do anything stupid, she said," Eric muttered to himself. "I'll only be gone for an hour, that can't possibly be enough time for everything to go to hell, and yet!" He glared at the units sitting on the couch looking shamefaced. Behind him, Germany and Spain were putting out what had been a huge fire, while France and the Italian brothers were cleaning up the mess.

On the couch were America, England, and Prussia, covered in soot and minor burn marks. England looked sulky, while the other two looked far too excited for people who had narrowly avoided blowing up half the house.

The Englishman huffed and glared at them. "None of this would have happened if both of you hadn't insisted on adding to my recipe!"

"I think I made it better, honestly," America grinned.

"You nearly killed us all!"

"Your food would have killed us anyway!" Prussia stated, throwing an arm around Alfred's shoulders. "We just saved us the agony!"

Eric sighed as Arthur spluttered and sulked even more, mumbling about how at least Allie appreciates my cooking. He turned around when Germany walked out of the kitchen. "How does it look in there?" He asked.

"Not as bad as I'd expected," he replied, stripping off his outer shirt as he spoke so he was just in a white vest. Feli stuck his head through the door to ogle, and France appeared just a second later. Eric stifled his next sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. The amount of gay in this house... "You will need a new oven though."

"Great..." he drew out the out the word wryly. Even though they were twins, Allie was the housemaster, mistress, whatever. She was in charge of what went in and out, and what went where and when within the house. "Now what am I going to tell Allie when she gets home?"

"That you need a new oven?" France suggested dryly, smirking at the exasperated look directed at him. "When is mon lapin coming back?"

"Yeah," America piped up. "Do you think the date's going well?"

The door flew open immediately, and Allie stepped in. "I'm back, and I brought breadsticks!" She announced. "Oh, and I also brought James home too," she nodded behind her to the boy at her side who had one arm over her shoulder. The girl froze in the door, and then sighed. "What the absolute fuck happened here?"

"...well..."

America recounted the long and slightly convoluted tale – with help from Prussia, and several angry (and sometimes profanity-laced) corrections from England and Romano – that led to the oven and part of the kitchen catching fire. "...and so we may need a new oven and cooking equipment," he finished. "By the way, why did you bring him home?" Alfred stared at the guy standing behind her.

"Don't try to change the subject," she pinched the bridge of her nose in a near perfect imitation of her brother. "Honestly, I bring someone home for the first time and this is what happens?"

James, who had been quiet throughout, finally spoke. "So is this a regular thing or...?"

"God I hope not," Allie replied. Just then, Greece ambled into the room, probably drawn by her voice. He ignored the other occupants of the room, the smell of smoke and burnt cloth, and even the newcomer, and draped himself over her in an affectionate approximation of a hug.

He yawned into her hair. "Welcome back."

"...don't look at me like that James!" Allie said in response to the stare she could practically feel.

"Wait, you still haven't answered me sidekick!" Alfred whined. "Why is he here? Did you guys...?"

"Was I right?" France walked over, grinning widely and excitedly at them. James blushed faintly and looked away. "I was, wasn't I? I told you so, mon lapin!"

She sighed and patted Greece on the head. "Not exactly," she grinned. At his confused expression, she rolled her eyes. "James didn't ask me out because he liked me, not that he really asked me out in the first place. He asked me out because he liked you."

"Not seriously," the boy hastened to add as though to put the blonde at ease. "More aesthetically. You're very good-looking."

Silence, and then Prussia blinked. "So...you're gay?"

"Bi, actually," he corrected easily, with a smile of his own.

More silence, and France actually looked like he was blushing with delight, until England snorted loudly. "You poor boy."