That's right people, another update! :3
(I'm trying to re-capture the style I used in this fic before... ES DIFICIL...)

Hetalia wasn't invented by mua. If it was, THOSE DAMNED GENDERBENDINGS HE MADE WOULDN'T SUCK A**. THEY WOULD BE AWESOME. (Prussian awesome! xD)

Onto the chapter~

The Briton sat, lost in thought, while Japan drove her to the airport holding his personal airplane. Why can't he accept her, she thought. Does she have to be either or before he decides? Did she not give him ample opportunity to say something, to make a move of any sort? The arse..

Thought such as these flew through her mind, even throughout the flight.

Japan waited for her to voice her worries; he noticed the apparent worry on her face early on, but still felt it rude to pry. No, he thought, shaking it off. It would be ruder of him to not listen while his friend stewed in possible self-doubt. "Igiko.."

The Briton, who'd spend her contemplating peeking out of the window, turned towards him, face flushed. "Yes?"

"I.." He took a deep breath, forcing his blush to a small wisp of pink, continuing. "If you need someone to talk to, you must know that you have me." Japan crossed over, wanted to help his dear friend. "I will not judge you, nor belittle your thoughts... And should you even need somewhere to stay, to feel at home, my doors are always open. You will always be welcome there."

"I know, Kiku.." England stood, wobbling. She accidentally flopped onto Japan, still flushed. "I don't feel all too chipper.."

The Japanese man held England, pressing his forehead to hers. He jolted at the shock. "You.. Igiko, you are burning up!"

Her green eyes were half-lidded, and she clung to him, her breath heavy. "I believe.. I may have caught a thinking fever, Kiku.."

Japan held her, watching her fall asleep in his arms. He carried her to two seats, laying her out. Though she was dressed like a man, she was still beautiful..

He shook such thoughts off, deeming himself rude. She was taken, Japan thought, with a hint of sadness. But if he made her happy.. well, her happiness was his happiness.

The Asian laid his suit's jacket over her, hoping she'd be okay..

America hopped into his SUV, pulling out his cell phone. There's only one person, besides Japan, who would know where Iggy was, he thought, after he'd typed in a number.

"Bonjour?"

"Yo, Frenchie! Why'd ya leave so quickly?" He asked, "I wanted to have a little chat.."

"Ah, but you see, I have too many things on my plate to dilly-dally with the likes of you."

"Then I'll just ask you straight-up." The American's voice turned serious . (Since that's what people did in those movies! He'd be like them! SWEET~) "Igiko; Where is she?"

A pause.

"Straight to the point? My dear L'Amérique, I must teach you tact someday."

What's tact? The American wondered if it was some kinda food...

America shook his head. This was no time for his ADD!

"Whatever. Anyway, yeah.. Iggy?"

"I do not wish to say. Your rejection hurt dear Igiko so.." He sighed.

Huh? Whaaaaaaaat?

"Rejection?"

"Surely you knew, Alfred, that behavior such as yours can be taken as.. ah.. misleading, concerning your feelings? Igiko takes you very, very seriously.."

He blinked. This certainly threw the American out of the loop. He only came back from la-la land after he heard a series of honks, and swerved back to his side of the road.

Wait, he thought. She couldn't possibly think that was a rejection, can she?

He didn't know he'd said it aloud, but France answered with a simple, "Oui."

America parked in one of his fifty house's driveway, slumping over the steering wheel.

"Are we still alive, mon ami?"

"Barely.. I fucked up big time, dude.." He sighed out, leaning back in his chair. "How the hell can I fix this...?"

"Go to her."

"Huh?"

"Pursue your l'amour, with all of your vitality; put your very soul into it, and she will understand. That is the type of nation, the type of person, Igiko is." He continued with more sissy advice, but the American wasn't listening.

"Dude.. but.. I thought-" He said, interrupting the Frenchie.

"Do not think. Act."

The American was about to choke out a heroic response, but the Frenchman cut him off.

"Au revoir, my foolish friend. She resides with Japan, should you wish to see her."

That was unexpected, he thought, stepping out of his vehicle. The golden-blonde stared at the sky, pondering why France would practically tell America to snatch her away from him.

He peered over his fence, watching Tony clean his spaceship.

Alfred's smile started small, forming into a toothy grin.

"Hey Toooony~! I gotta ask you something!" The American shouted, hopping over the fence to bug the Alien.

Short chapter is short.
(Looking back at my older chapters, they all seem to be rather short, though..)

But at this rate, if I made the chapters any longer, it would be this and the next, and the story would be done. The truth is that the original ending was short, sweet, and to the point. I'll try to stretch it out to.. I dunno.. 2 to 3 more chapters? -shrugs- One of those will be an epilogue, mind you.

I'd like to thank all of those lovely people who didn't abandon my story, and a special thank you for all of the reviews.

My goal is to make it to 250 reviews before it's over! The 250th reviewer will get a special one-shot~!
(No smut.. I can't write it.. But any pairing [hopefully with one genderbent if they're boys in canon]! Please try to tell me something along the lines of what you want in the story, it might help~)

Stay awesome!

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