Lenghty updates are bothersome, I know. But we are nearing the end of this little tale.

By the way, I do not own Disney, Apple or Hetalia

England woke up the next morning feeling much better than the night before. His fever was nearly completely gone and he wasn't light headed, but he still felt funny. For some reason, he had a very strange dream about Romeo and Juliet. He was in the play as Juliet, and everybody else was played by America. It was quite disturbing but it was over and it left a bittersweet taste in England's mouth.

Strechting, England got up and began walking to his kitchen when he heard his hallway phone ring.

"Hello?"

"Bonjour? Hello, Angleterre. How are you feeling?"

"Im well but why do you ask?"

"I heard from Canada that you weren't well."

"Is Mister England doing okay?" a small voice came in and made England jump.

"Why hello Seychelles."

"Mister England, its nice to hear that you're okay. Please be careful next time and rest more."

"I will certainly do that, love. Thank you for being concerned about me."

"What about moi? I called and I normally take care of you."

"Yeah yeah, you too."

"Why I never."

"Well, I'm about to make breakfast, but if you wanted to come over, you're more than welcome."

"Non, no, we have already eaten, but thank you, Angleterre."

"Thank you, Mister England."

England smiled and hung up the phone. He really cared less about France calling him, but hearing Seychelles' voice lifted his spirits a bit more.

"Mister France, how come you have a scheldule of when to visit Mister England?" Seychelles eyed France's wall calendar.

"Because those are the times when he is eating something and I don't want to eat anything he cooks."

As England proceeded downstairs, he began to smell bacon, eggs, ham, buscuits and pancakes. It smelled very good, but he began to wonder where it was coming from and how he was smelling it.

In the kitchen, England found America slaving over a hot stove and food sitting a mile high at his table.

"Good morning, England. I hope you don't mind but I decided to make some breakfast for you and here's a nice cup of tea while you wait."

America carefully poured England a cup of the best brewed tea England ever had. He nearly fainted as it was made to perfection and such expertise.

"America, this is wonderful. How did you do all this?"

"Oh, well, bacon, eggs and ham are quite popular in my house, like yours and Canada is a master at making pancakes and he taught me. The tea was rather tricky but I remembered how you made it and tried it myself."

America's voice was very sincere and it made England quite bashful. The two were rather silent for the rest of breakfast, only to be broken by a sound from England's computer and America's phone.

"Hey, I got an email and it says urgent."

"Can you open it?"

"No, man sometimes these iPhones drive me nuts."

"Here let me open it on my laptop," England and America made their way to England's computer to open an email addressed to all nations (micro and all):

"It is that time again, my fellow nations, to meet with each other in a time of peace and cheerfulness. The annual Spring Ball is here and this year's theme is cards. For more further details, go to your respected tailors or contact me personally.

Monsuer Francis Bonnefoy"

"Oh great, France's spring balls. I can do without them and whats with that theme?"

"I like them. Its fun to hang around the other nations every now and then, without discussing any business."

"Yes, I see your point. Wait it looks like there's more to the email."

"P.S., this year I also wanted to have ballroom dancing to further lighten the mood."

"Ballroom dancing? That sounds nice."

"Really?"

"Yes, especially when you have a great partner in mind."

America smiled at this comment and if only England knew what he was thinking, he wouldn't have said that.

After the two finished their breakfast, they got dressed to go to Mister Pheobus' tailoring shop. Pheobus was a very special human, as he was one of the few to know about the nations.

"Why hello, it's a pleasure seeing you again, England and America. It is time for another ball?"

"Yes and this year he said something about the theme being cards."

"Yes, royal cards. There are four kingdoms and they each have a suit of a King, Queen and Jack along with the number cards and jokers. You two are in the kingdom of Spades."

"That doesn't sound like much fun," America said."

"Why not?" England asked.

"Last year's theme was literary works and I liked being Quasimodo. He was my favorite character in the Disney movie."

"Well, that's easy for you to say. If you remembered, I was Esmerelda and that wasn't much fun at all."

"Still despite your dislike, I hear you still put on quite a show with your dancing," Pheobus chuckled.

"Enough," England blushed, "what are we this year?"

"America, you are the King of Spades. England, you are the Queen of Spades."

America cheered inside, while England wanted to kill France.

"Um, will England have to wear a dress again this year?"

Pheobus was about to give the biggest yes he could muster, but the poisionous green in England's eyes didn't suit him well.

"No, just let me measure you and I will make you an outfit that will rival the king."

England nodded. After he and America were measured, they bid each other good-bye at the airport.

"Well, I guess I'll see you at the ball. Be careful, America."

America waved good-bye and England went home. On the way he began to wonder about the odd of them being paired as King and Queen.

"Maybe its fate," England wondered.

Yes cardeverse is making an appearance and I hope thiwants by too short. I had trouble figuring out what happened next but I know tale might be over by the end of the week, so stay tuned.