OMG. It feels like an eternity since I updated. Hopefully, it wasnt too long though. This will be in two parts, and then on to the next phase of America's plan.

I dont own Shakespeare, (even though I am an english major and I have studied him a lot) and I dont own Hetalia.

Enjoy!

England woke up the next morning after his magical experiment groggy and cross, but butterflies remained in his stomach when he saw the bouquet of roses in his kitchen from America's last visit. Making some tea, he thought about France's observation and wondered if it could be true. This wouldn't be the first time nabob's had romantic attractions, but what puzzled him was why. Before now, America had never shown any signs of attraction toward England and their relationship, though rocky, was platonic.

"Maybe he has been showing signs and I just haven't been taking note of them. But I just don't feel the same, what do I do? Maybe I'll just ignore him. When he calls I won't answer and soon enough, he'll move on and things will return to normal, or close to it."

After his tea, England got dressed for work and headed to his office. He looked around to see if America decided to drop by unexpectalay but so far, he was no where in sight. Luckily, England had plently of work to do and whenever America called, he didn't have to lie about being busy and quickly hanging up. He thought it was weird that France having called back but then again they really weren't phone buddies anyway. As the week went on, England worked and worked. During lunch, at home, tea time, he steadily did his papers and ignored America's many phone calls, messages and text, especially ones that had 'I have something important to tell you' as the subject.

Finally Saturday arrived and England quickly found that he didn't have anything to ooccupy himself with. Since he work up very early, he had already washed the laundry, cleaned the house and tended to his garden. It was barely noon and England was very bored.

"Well what do I do now? I could visit Canada or see Australia and New Zealand. I haven't seen them in a while. Or maybe I'll just relax and have a nap," England walked up to his room and laid down in his bed. Perhaps a nap will take away some time.

Now America, gentleman or not, was not one to be ignored. As England was thinking about his nap, he was on a plane to the island, watching his watch.

"I have to be on time! Today is major!"

Finally in Britain, he caught a taxi to England's house and knocked quietly.

"Come on England. You've ignored me all week long. I know you're home," America said to himself.

Knocking again, it was clear that England wasn't answering. Sighing, America got the spare key from the garden gnome and unlocked the door.

"England! Are you home?"

"Hm?" England woke with a start. He didn't expect to here such a loud voice and he quietly walked out his room. Over the balconey, he saw America standing at the entrence way. He was dressed in his normal clothes and he was really loud.

"Is he back to normal?"

"England, are you home?" America walked into the kitchen and looked around while England snuck downstairs. There were no flowers or gifts in his hand and he could smell McDonald's from his jacket. Yep, normal America.

"I'm right here."

"Hey England, are you okay? You haven't answered my phone calls or texts all week."

"Yeah, I've been busy and buried in paperwork," England carefully negelaceted to say that he had actually make up paperwork half the time.

"Well its a good thing that you have the day off today. Now we can go to the play."

England's eyebrows furrowed, "what play?"

"The Shakespeare play at the Globe Theater."

"Um well, I don't know about that. I've been working all week and I might need to lie down and rest."

"OK then, I'll stay here and cook for you and we can watch a nice relaxing movie," those uncharacteristic traits of America started to return and England wondered which would be the lesser of the two evils. Alone in the house with America or being with him in public? At least in public, things could happen beyond his control, like seeing his brothers, tsunamis and invasions. Plus today was William Shakepere's birthday and it would be nice to visit the theater.

"I'll go to the play," England meekly responded.

"Yay! But am I dressed properly? I have a suit in the car."

"No you're perfect...ly dressed. No need to get too formal."

"Oh OK."

They walked to the car and England tried to beat America to the door but he failed and ended up tripping instead.

"England are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"There's no need to run," America helped England up by holding his hand. England quickly snatched it away and continued to the car. America didn't quite understand the gesture but he got inside and turned the car on.

"So America, which play are we seeing?"

"Your favorite."

"Macbeth?"

"No."

"Hamlet."

"Him...nope."

"Uh...Julius Caesar?"

"No. I don't remember those being your favorites."

England wasn't about to tell his honest favorite. In his mind, if he said it out loud, then that's what they were going watch. They neared the theater, England looked for a sign of the play they'll be watching. The overhanging signs gave no title or any characters to go by. He didn't want to ask America again but that was his only option.

"America, can I have a straight forward answer?"

"No, that'll ruin the surprise."

After they parked, America turned the tickets in and they were seated in their reserved spots. England shook a little as everyone else was seated. He couldn't wait for the curtain call. America was seating still, but he fidgeted a little with his hands like he was nervous as well, but what about, England couldn't imagine. Finally the play began with a narration.

Two households, both alike in diginity

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene…

NOOOOOO!

Romeo and Juliet was the last thing England wanted to see with America right now, and to make things worse, England could hear America talking.

"a pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; whose misadventured piteous overthrows do with their death bury their parents' strife," England didn't know America understand what Shakespere was, let alone recite part of one of his most famous plays.

America's eyes stayed on the stage, in total fixation with what was going on. Despite being nervous about watching Romeo and Juliet, he was impressed with America's appearnt interest in his culture and a bit of pride swelled in him as he continued to listen to America recite the narration.

As the play went on, America switched from watching to saying the play while England sat back and watched a play he has loved since he first saw it. He was good friends with Shakespere and read the script many times, but he was never able to recite it so well. The actors were quite expressive and Juliet was played by a lovely young girl, who reminded him of Seychelles. However, England remembered that Romeo and Juliet was a romantic play.

"If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

England was still staring at the stage when he heard the voice. Because Romeo had a lot of lines, England memorized the tones of his voice, but this voice was different. Looking around, he squinted his eyes in the dark and meet with America's blue eyes looking over his glasses. England turned his head and nearly hurt himself.

'Was America just talking to me?'

Looking again, America was looking back at the stage.

'Okay, he wasn't. Maybe I was seeing things.'

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged."

England was afraid to move, but his neck felt like it was burning, so he snuck a look and America was looking at him again.

"hmm!"

"England, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just need to use the bathroom."

"You want to go now?"

"No. I'll wait till intermission. You know its rude to go during the play."

England half expected America to have a rebuttal, but he just smiled and said, "okay."

Finally, the first meeting of Romeo and Juliet ended, along with the first act of the play. Intermission began and England excused himself. England had to be imagining things because it looked like America was saying those lines to him. Then France's theory came to his head, as well as what he saw that same day. The tickets he was buying was for this and this was his big day! Walking back to his seat, England felt the butterflies making him sick.

"England, are you okay?"

"Yes, I jus-" America sprung fomr his seat and put his hand on England's forehead.

"You look a little pale, like you're shocked. Maybe I should take you back home. You did say you were working a lot this week, so maybe you should have stayed home."

"No, Im fine."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that this would be a nice surprise because you really like Shakespere."

America was staring to look pitiful and England knew the puppy eyes were coming next.

"I do like Shakespere and Im happy for my surprise. Thank you America."

America's smile returned and the two sat down to watch part two.

"Here England, you can use my jacket. Its really cold and hopefully, itll make you feel better."

America draped the jacket around England's shoulders and during the process, England noticed that at some point, they had been holding hands and when Ameirca's took his away, it felt cold. A thought entered England's mind of when America was younger. The little boy couldn't stand for England to go away and would just holding his hand for long periods of time. In fact, this was the first time they had spent so much time together since America's independence.

Now old desire doth in his death bed lie,

And young affection gapes to be his heir;

That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,

With tender Juliet match'd, in now not fair.

"Now Romeo is beloved and loves again, alike betwitched by the charm of looks, but his foe supposed he must complain, and she steals love's sweet bait from fearfull hooks," once again, America recited part of the opener for part two of Romeo and Juliet. England was quite amazed that he accomplished such a feat because he didn't know that America could recite anything besides comic books and superhero lines. Maybe he really was trying to court England, but the elder nation wouldn't have any of it. If that was the case, he would just have to tell him straight forward that he wasn't interested in that sort of relationship with him. But it would be very hard to disput that when he was sitting in the man's jacket.

"Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth and find thy centre out."

"Um, America, how do you know all these lines so well?"

"Well, I knew I was buying these tickets and since it was pretty random which play they were going to do, I did a lot of reading about Shakespeare and his most famous plays."

"But you memorized a large part, which meant you knew it was going to be Romeo and Juliet, but how?"

America didn't answer England; instead he turned quickly to the stage, "But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art more fair than she."

England's eyes grew wide as he noticed something: not only was America saying the lines, but with such feeling and passion that it rivaled the actors.

"See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek."

He was even using body language!

"England, why are you blushing?"

England didn't notice, but his heat was heating up furiously.

Part two is going to be much longer than part one, England thought.

Funny thing is Romeo and Juliet is one of my least favorite plays. When I first read it, my inital thoughts were, "OMG! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Talk about a bummer ending." Now Im not saying its not a masterpiece, it's beautiful. I just wanted them to live. But part two will justify why I still like Romeo and Juliet.