The next few days couldn't move any slower for the hero. When his time wasn't filled with classes, he had to work on the theater set, creating and painting props. It was tedious. He didn't care much for the painting part, but he always liked to get his hands on some wood shop. Maybe he should just leave the painting to Italy and Romano, they seemed to have it covered anyway. Al looked up to see the brothers adding texture and shading to the stone wall backgrounds that he, himself, had carved out of compressed sawdust sheets. He had to admit, they were coming along nicely, and looked like actual stone masonry. 'I guess they would know how to make the architecture look 16th century Italian' he thought before sighing down at his sad attempt to paint the same.

"Watch it Frog! Don't step on my gown!"

Alfred looked over to his left at England in his venetian skirts and bodice. He blushed. Why did he look so good in women's clothes?! It should be down right illegal to look that good, America thought.

"Oh excuse moi, mon cheri~" France gave a wink and smirk as he brought his co-star's hand to his lips.

"Idiot!" the bearded man was met with a thump to his blonde head, "it's bad enough I have to kiss you in this damn play, don't give me anything unnecessary you perverted Frog!"

America snickered a bit. The guy deserved it for trying to seduce England.

France rubbed his head and looked over to see America staring at them.

"Ah? Amerique? Did you need zomething?"

The boy sucked in a breath and tensed once England's eyes were on him.

"Yes Alfred, did I not teach you it's impolite to stare?"

America blew the breath out with a nervous laugh.

"Right yea! You totally did I'm sure England hahah…"

England raised a brow at the other's tone, "America? Are you feeling okay? You look a bit flushed."

He strode over to the blushing boy and felt his forehead. America's eyes widened, trying to hold back his chills.

"You're warm, and sweating! You aren't sick are you?"

He was so cute when he was concerned…

America only shook his head, "nah I feel great! The A/C is just turned down I guess. Well anyway, gotta get back to work on this balcony."

The frog entered the conversation.

"Ah oui~ Ze balcony scene~ 'ow beautiful and romant'eek it shall be, no? Hon hon! I shall climb zee ladd'air up to you my fair mistress," he gestured towards England.

"Greetz you with a passionate kiss and bring you behind ze curtains for making l'amour~" the perverted man puckered up his lips only to be smacked in the face with the gentleman's hand.

"Keep your distance Frog! If you think even for a moment that I would have relations with you then you'd best be ready for me to kick your arse!"

America wanted to punch France in the crotch! Damn it! That pervert was definitely going to do something to his England, something worse than just tongue no doubt! He had to figure out how to stop this from happening…

He perked up, 'Oh! I'll set the theater building on fire!'

Nah…it was too unbecoming of a hero.

'Hero'…wait! That was it!

America hatched the perfect plan to stop this kiss from happening. He'd save his Juliet in the most romantic way of all! By making sure Francy-pants missed the scene! And in all the panic to find France, Alfred would be the one to take on the scene! It was fool-proof! Well…maybe it was?

He wasn't sure how to get rid of France so suddenly in the middle of the play.

Drugs? Nah…heroes don't drug people.

Distract him with a sexy lady? Mmm, that might work, but he was better than risking a woman's chastity for his own personal gain.

Maybe he would just hit him over the head and knock him out? Eh…he didn't want his strength to cave the guy's skull in.

What if he got France drunk before the scene so he couldn't perform? Could be a possibly, he thought. But what if he hurt himself while climbing the ladder up to the balcony? Yea, maybe not the best idea.

Then it happened! A lightbulb practically burst with the energy of America's awesome, totally not mean plan to get rid of Francis during the scene!

Laxatives.

Alfred smiled at the thought and dug a bit deeper. Yea! That wouldn't be as bad as drugs and France was so full of shit anyway, he could really use the extra push!

And while the Frenchman was stuck in the bathroom, Alfred would take over! This couldn't go wrong at all! No way, no how!

"What are you smiling at Alfred?"

England broke his train of thought.

"Ah! N-nothing! Just thinking how weird you look in a dress Iggy!" Al cringed inside at his dishonest remark.

"You idiot! First of all, my name isn't Iggy, and secondly, I'm doing this to honor true art! It's not like I l-like dressing up in this get up. I had to make sure it fit correctly!"

America laughed, "sure Iggy, whatever you say~"

The Brit rolled his eyes, "I need to hem the train anyway. Farewell."

He strut off and Al couldn't help but stare as he did.

"Your hand not cutting it, Amerique?"

Al snapped to France, "huh?"

"I can tell you are a vir'geen, butz your hand is not zatsfying your dezires, non?"

The other blushed, "what the hell are you talking about dude?! I'm not a 'vir'geen'!" He mocked the other's accent.

"Oh hon hon hon! You jest my dear Alfred. It iz writtenz all over your face!"

"No it's not you loser! Now leave me alone, I have to make sure you don't die from poor structural support on this balcony!"

France could only giggle a bit under his breath before heading behind the curtains backstage.

America was getting really tired of that French asshole…