I love the ideas Ive recieved. Thank you. Now lets see the after math of England and America's dinner.
"He took you where?!"
"To the lucky Francis."
"Its le Francis de la chance."
"The lucky Francis. Plus that is beside the point."
"Oui, that restaurant is very high class. I didn't think Canada could pull off such a regal feat such as that," England could hear the pride in France's voice as they discussed England and America's dinner over the phone. Rolling his eyes, he sighed.
"At first, it seemed like he was just being nice and thoughtful but now, I'm so confused."
"Angleterre, I have a thought about what is going on."
"Please don't tell me its puberty again. I can't go though that twice."
"You weren't there when he experienced the first."
"Oh yeah."
"Calm down. I think that maybe Amerique..."
"What, France?"
"Je pense qui Amerique amies Angleterre."
England just sat there and translated what just came from France's mouth. Although he didn't like France, he understood quite a but of french from dealing with him since birth. But he didn't want to believe it.
"France, I'm not bloody playing around with you."
"And I'm not playing. As you know I am the country de l'amore and I have seen this plenty of times. A man sets his sights on a lady, acts emmpeccably gentleman like, invites her to dinner or a play, especially a romantic one. Its called courting."
"I bloody well know what courting is, but what I want to know is why. America can't possibly feel that way about me!"
"Angleterre, I know its hard to believe and even I'm having a hard time telling you but remember I said it was a hunch, just a thought."
"I knew letting you being around America and Canada was a bad idea."
"But there's nothing wrong with Canada."
"Yet," England felt a ball of nerves form in his stomach. France couldn't have right...right? There was only one way to know for sure, "Oi, France, I'll talk to you later okay?"
"Don't do anything stupid Angleterre. Just let this run its course."
But England didn't hear France's sencere warning as he suddenly bolted from the living area and to his basement. His fairies helped him as he gathered the necessary items for a very complicated and specific spell.
"Let's see, I have the base mixture in the couldron and now I just have to add the rest," the fairies became very quite as England begun, "Gold flowers for the gold spun in your hair, two blue stones like the ones you use to look in the air. a bit of blue, white and red will allow me to have a look inside your head."
In the couldron, a bright light shall owed the room and England could see America moving around his house. Tony was nudging him with his game controller, but America seemed focused on something on his computer.
"Hey Tony. Let me work."
The small alien complained and stomped around a bit, but America didn't move.
"Tony, I have to hurry. The tickets will sell out and I don't want to miss this."
Tony must have asked what were the tickets for and because England had such a limited scope, he couldn't see what was on the screen.
"Its for England."
"Huh?" both England and Tony replied.
"Yep, remember what I was talking about concerning England. Well, I think I was right. So far we have had a very nice time but England still seems distant from me, so I'm sure that this will seal the deal."
The couldron's light started to fade and England grew frantic.
"Deal? What deal?"
"You'll see Tony," America's voice grew weaker and weaker, "England is going to be-"
And it was gone. The light, the vision and America's voice. The basement was once again dark and almost eempty, except for England and his fairies. England didn't know how to feel or what to think. He had always thought of America as his brother or close friend. He hated to admit it but France may have been right.