A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the week delay! I am just finishing up another one of my major stories *wink wink* (read it. It's Dennor. It's cool) *wink wink* and that was my main priority for this week.

Sorry again, but please enjoy!

America Freedom Jones

England woke up to the wonderful smell of America's skin and clothing that instantly made him smile. This was the first time he woke up to this smell so close to him. He oddly felt like he was at home. He wrapped his arms around America, breathing it in once more.

The American snuggled into him, starting to wake up. England smiled at the new consciousness found in America, and quietly sighed, "Good morning~" England could see the American grin as he wrapped his strong arms tightly around England. The Brit started to tiredly play with America's hair, as they lay there.

Suddenly, America started to get up, and put his hands on opposite sides of England shoulders, pinning him in one place, his eyes still closed. America yawned and stretched a little, before finally opening his eyes. Right when he saw what was under him, he yelped, and practically jumped off the bed away from England.

"What is it? England asked, blushing out of embarassement of what he probably looked like in the morning. Would that really scare America off the bed?

"What the-!" America shouted, still on the ground, "What are you doing in my bed?"

England then figured it out very quickly after that statement that America had probably lost and gained memories like normal. What was making him do this? Should he have spotted it by now? Oh well. Now was not the time to think about how to increase America's speed of becoming normal again, it was time to try and get America to calm down and not freak out like the last times he had done this whole memory thing.

England replied to him, "Well actually this is my bed… But wait, if you didn't know I was here, then why did you snuggle me all morning?"

A faint shreik could be heard in the back of America's throat as he blushed a bright red, "I thought you were a pillow or a dream or something," he retorted, "and I was thankfully and definitely not dreaming about you!"

England laughed a little, "Tell that to your past selves," he mumbled.

"What?" America asked.

"Nothing."

America rolled his eyes and started to get up, but something made his eyes widen and him to quickly look up to England, "We didn't-," he looked down to see if he had decent clothes on, "Did we?"

England blushed at America's assumption, and overexagerated his reply, "No! Never! I mean... not never, but not now!"

"Did I drink too much last night? Is that why I can't remember anything? Where am I anyway?" he asked, still freaking out.

"We are in a hotel in France," England calmly said, starting to get up.

"Is this France's doing? Because I don't want to be with you as much as you don't want to be with me, I swear!" America said, causing England to frown. What time period was this? What could England possibly have done this time to make America finally stop loving him?

He ignored America's last comment, and asked, "America what year is it?"

"What? Out of all the questions you have about why we are together in a hotel room in France and how I don't remember how we got here, you ask that?"

"Just… answer the question," England responded.

America sighed, "Uh… it's the year of 1921. What, do you want the date and month too?"

England was confused. What was so significant about 1921 that made America go to that period of time. Did he do something to the American then that had to be fixed? For once in the last few days he actually wished America was in a significantly hard time so it would be easy to make him feel better and make him move on to a new stage. But how would he make America feel better when he was already happy? This was the roaring 20's America was in right now! He was most likely at his happiest!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door that made both of the countries turn their heads. France crept in from from door, and said, "I heard yelling. Is he-?"

"Yes," England interruped, "And in the bloody roaring 20's at the moment, too!"

"Ah," France said, nodding his head, "Did you admit that you loved him last night?"

England blushed at the question out of embarassment that America was in hearing distance and would hear his answer.

He nodded his head, "Yes I did, but he doesn't remember it, and now that he is in a happy time, I can't make him feel better again. I think that is what is making him move through the eras!"

France looked down, "Actually… Because of the consecutive patterns of what has happened, I think it is you confessing your love for him that is making him move on through the times," he smirked, "Romantic, no?"

England rolled his eyes, ignoring the last part, "Really? Why and how is that working? It doesn't make any sense!" England retorted, ignoring America's confused expression.

"We don't know, but it seems to be working, so just keep doing it," France said.

England frowned, "You do know he is in between us right? And if you heard of what he said before you came in then you would know that if I confessed any kind of love to him then he wouldn't care."

"I second that!" America said, starting to get up, "Sure England is somewhat of a sheik, but I wouldn't say I love him. We are just friends…kind of…It's a like/hate relationship, really."

"Sheik?" England said to himself, as France spoke over him, ignoring America's last comment.

"Look.. England, America won't remember any of this, so just tell him you love him and let's just get it over with. You can make it more meaningful when he is back to normal and can actually remember it, alright?"

England rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, mad that France was telling him what do. Since when was he so easy to follow orders from that frog? Oh well…. "Fine," he said, "I'll make it quick. I just hope that the next era he is in he uses words that are actually real. What even is sheik?"

France smiled, "I'll give you two lovers privacy, oui?"

He left before England could protest against it, leaving the two nations in the room alone yet again. England turned to the now majorly confused nation, and took a deep breath.

"England, you don't have to do whatever France is telling you to do. It's fine. I don't love you back, either so don't waste your time."

"What?" England asked, frowning at what America just said.

America stood up fully and started to turn to walk away from the british man, but England quickly grabbed America's shoulders and pressed him against the wall.

"Look," England said, now getting angry, "I don't know what is with you right now, but I know for a fact that you love me, ok? Now I am not sure why you are throwing this little act of not loving me or even liking me, but it needs to stop now. The America I know loves me so much and always will even if I don't love him back. Becauase I know he wouldn't give up! Well guess what? I do love you back! Now tell me now that you love me too, so I can get that America back again."

England was expected America to hug him back and tell him that he did love him back and then they would repeat what had gone on the last few times they had confessed their love for eachother. Then America would be back to normal in no time.

But that wasn't the case.

Instead, America looked blankly at him, thinking. Then suddenly, he said, "What do you think I am some pushover? I have- I never did love you, but if I did, it is only right for you to be able to wait for me like I did for you-! Hypothetically speaking of course…"

He pushed England off of him, and started to go through his luggage that was lying on the ground, "Is there any suitable clothes around here? I'm going to a gin mil."

"What?" England asked confused, "Gin Mill? Does that mean bar?"

"England I am going to get some whiskey! Does it matter what I call where I get it from?!" America finally said, getting annoyed at the many questions and comments England was saying about his language, "Now don't follow me because I want to be alone."

America quickly grabbed his suit's jacket and not his bomber jacket, probably because he didn't recognize it, and opened the door. England yelled for France to catch him, but no one was on the other side of the door. America left in a hurry and was out of sight before England could chase after him.

England put on suitable clothes and ran to the elevator to start looking for America. He could not see stuff from this era or else he would get hurt! When England stepped in to the elevator that had just reached him, he found that France was in the elevator also.

"What are you doing here?!" England asked, angry at him for not being their to catch America, as the elevator doors closed.

"Hm? I tried to find Matthiu because I needed a break from standing at the door," he whined, "I couldn't find him but I only left for three minutes. Don't tell me you lost Amerique already!"

"Shut up, frog…" England crossed his arms, frowning.

The elevator doors then opened, revealing the lobby level of the hotel. America was no where in sight but that could have meant that he ran or hid or was on a different level.

"He said he was going to go a joint but he doesn't even know where one is. He could be anywhere!" England said, stepping out of the elevator.

France sighed and walked out after him, "Then we better start looking… It will only be a matter of time before he sees something he is not supposed to see."

A/N: There you go. Whoop

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