A/N: Hookey guys! The long awaited(i hope)Continuation for this is finally out! I really and sincerely hope you'll enjoy this chapter :D Sorry for any spelling mistakes, i was to lazy to proofread, i'm sorry... Anyhow, ENJOY!?

England looked expectantly over at America, waiting for whatever he was going to get thrown at him.
America gulped slowly, trying to figure out an excuse, to just shrug it off… But no, that would be stupid, he had no excuse… He would have to tell the truth.. "Well… I uhh.." he started.
England raised one of his thick eyebrows, motioning the poor American to go on.
America gulped yet again.
"Just tell him already!" Fury groaned, throwing his arms up in the air.
America nodded, before turning to England again "Because, well… I… Uhh…" he stuttered, scratching his chin, "ireallyreallylikeyouanditmightevenbeloveandicould n'thelpmyselfimsosorry!" he blurted everything out in one word.
England cocked his head to the side in confusion "Say… what?" he asked, furrowing his brows as he tried to remember what the American had said.
"He said, that he loves you and couldn't help himself…" Fury sighed, bringing a small palm to his face, Fury had never been patient…

Englands face flushed red as he realized that what the fairy said was true after analyzing it properly "I… Uhh…" he looked away, trying to think up a response.
America stood up "J-just forget about it, ok?", it hurt, but he didn't want to destroy his newfound relationship with England.
"Wait! I… I… Let me think about it ok?" he looked away, not sure about what to do in these situations, but he smiled, a real smile, as he faced America again "Even though it makes me really happy to hear that from you…" a small blush crept upon his face as he said this.
America just stood there, shock clear on his face, gaping, he slowly sat down in his chair again.
England fidgeted in his seat, this was really awkward… Why had he said that exactly?
"Because you know it's true…" Fury's knowing voice sounded in his head, England froze as the next words were spoken into his mind;
"And because you love him too… It's obvious you know… You seem much happier around him…"
England blinked, now that he thought about it, he did feel a little happier.

"But really though, what did Alice do to you yesterday?" America said, breaking Englands train of thought.
England cocked his head to the side "What do you mean?" he furrowed his brows.
America pointed at him "You looked like you were in pain when she was looking at you… What kind of spell did she use on you?" his face serious, he needed to know…
England looked down "She tried to drain more of my magic, and people often use your fears against you… It's a very dangerous spell… Not for the user, but for the one the spell is being used on… You go through excruciating pain, while the caster uses this moment of weakness to steal your magic…" England stated seriously.
America gulped "So you- You were hurting?"
England simply nodded "Do not worry America, there was nothing you could have done… Trust me…" he cooed, because he knew America well enough to see that he was blaming himself.

America simply nodded, looking down at his plate.
America's head shot up when he heard trotting in the distance, a stray horse? He looked up, and yet again found himself gaping. A beautiful white horse was running towards them, the long mane swishing in the wind, when it got closer, America noticed the horn adorning the horse's forehead.
"Is that a friggin unicorn?" his voice shaky as he pointed an equally shaky finger at the creature.
England turned and squeeled in delight as the unicorn slowed down and stopped before England.
"Oh my! Long time no see!" he grinned, stroking the Unicorn's muzzle softly, "Are you here to help me?" he asked, to which the unicorn replied with a bob of it's head.

America gasped "Holy shit! Can that thing understand you!?" This was so awesome!
England furrowed his brows in that adorable way of his, "Don't be rude… Of course he can understand me… It's a unicorn after all…" he huffed, gripping the unicorn's mane carefully and pulling himself to his feet.
The unicorn bobbed it's head in agreement, and stomped once.
England smirked, "See?".
America raised his arms in defeat, smirking as well "fine, fine… I get it…"

England somehow managed to pull himself up on the Unicorn, even in his condition, which amazed America beyond belief.
England looked down on America once he was comfortable, frowning "Are you getting on or not?" he held his hand out for America to take.
America could only gape at the outstretched hand, before grinning and taking it, climbing on the unicorn, it didn't seem fazed at all about his weight, which made him happy somehow.

America slid his arms around England's waist, earning a squeal from the older nation.
"W-wha-wha-wha?" he blurted.
America Grinned at this "It's so I don't fall off…" he stated, as to reassure England.
It seemed to be working for England immediately calmed down, taking a deep breath and releasing it, it was shaky and hoarse, but that was something he didn't notice.
America did though, and he frowned, tightening his grip slightly.
"America? I can't breathe…" England suddenly stated.
America loosened as he finally realized how tight he had actually held, he smiled apologetically "Sorry dude… I was just lost in thought…"
England frowned in that adorable way of his, then mumbling something about America's ridiculous strength.
America chuckled "Grumpy caterpillar…"
England immediately shot his head around to glare at him "What was that about caterpillars!?"
America just laughed, that obnoxious laughter of his "I'm only saying your eyebrows looks like fucking caterpillars, and just now you were grumpy, thus the nickname Grumpy caterpillar…"
This comment earned him a hit to the stomach and he fell off the Unicorn, almost pulling England along.

"Hah! Serves you right!" England Called from the top of the Unicorn.
America decided to get back at England and faked a pout "Damn, that hurt…"
England stiffened, before rushing the Unicorn over "Are you okay? I didn't mean to, I swear!" he rushed, about to climb down from the unicorn when America's phone suddenly rang.
America fished his phone out from his pocket and frowned at the caller ID "What do you want France?" he started.

"Bonjour Amerique! May I ask where you are at the moment?" that damned French voice sounded at the other end of the line.
"I'm at England's, 'sup?" he replied dryly.
France just laughed "I see… You found him, that's good… But we're about to have a meeting and need you to come…" he said, his tone serious.
America 'hmm'ed "Ok dude, I'll tell England…"
"Wait!" France's voice was frantic, "You can absolutely not tell England… Understood?"
America blinked "Why?" he narrowed his eyes.
"Because…. Well… Angleterre is sick right? He needs rest…" France stated, laughing innocently, definitely hiding something.
America nodded, even though there was no way for France to see that "I get your point… I'll be right there…" he sighed as he hung up.

"Who was it?" England called from on top of the unicorn.
"My boss… I have to go…" America lied, looking up at England "But I'll be back real quick… The boss just needed me to get something done…" he stated as he walked over to England, pulling him down and kissing his forehead.
England blushed furiously and nodded, but the disappointment was clear in his eyes. "O-ok… Then I guess I'll see you later… Thank you for today, America…" England smiled, leaning down again, and letting his lips brush softly against America's.
This time America was the one to blush furiously, as he grinned and waved, laughing nervously as he headed for his car.

England and the unicorn was left in the garden, watching as America entered his car, their eyes met, if only for a brief second.
America smiled, blinked and blew England a kiss before starting the engine and driving away.

England sighed, his blush deepening in shade, he hid his face in his hands "What am I going to do Unicorn? I think I'm starting to fall for him… Hard…"
The unicorn whinnied in response, not quite sure itself, but one thing was certain, it had never seen England as happy as he had been today, apart from when he was raising America.
"Fucking finally!" A voice resounded in England's head "I thought you two would never kiss!" England could practically hear the grin in Fury's voice.
"Oh shut it you…" England mumbled.
"I'm so happy for you Arthur…" Minelle's small voice joined in.
"Minelle! You're finally awake!" England grinned, happy to see her.
"Yes, thank you for worrying! That was one strong sleeping spell I tell you…" her voice was filled with annoyance only an English man, lady or fairy was able to possess, except maybe for the Norwegians of course. Lukas always seemed to be annoyed with Mathias for some reason…
"That's called love Arthur…" Minelle giggled.
England chuckled, thinking about how Lukas' reaction would be if he were to hear what was being discussed.
England stared into the setting sun, loving how the warm rays caressing his cheek, and the warm breeze ruffling his hair. Then his smile faltered, how the hell was he supposed to get back inside "AMERICA YOU BLOODY WANKER! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GET BACK IN!?"