*~*I NEED TO UPDATE THIS THING FASTER…. I FEEL LIKE I DEPRIVE YOU OF THE US/UK AWESOMENESS…. I'M SO. SORRY. HERE'S THE THIRD CHAPTER… -goes and dies in a hole-*~*

England inhaled through his nose deeply and sighed, turning the page of his book as he stared at it, board.

He hadn't been able to focus since he had gotten back to England, whether it be reading, or knitting, or cooking, or anything else that happened to cross his mind and appeared to be of interest at the moment.

What troubled him was not Canada's feeling at the moment, though that may be insensitive of him, but it was what Alfred would say to him the next time they met; May it be an hour, a month, a day, a year, however long it was, England would fear the younger nation's reaction.

"Maybe I just need some tea…. Yes, some tea would do nicely right about now…." Arthur set his book down on the table beside him, shooing his cat off of his lap as he walked into the kitchen, setting the kettle on the stove and looking through his cabinets for some Earl Grey.

'Meow…?,' His cat brushed up against his leg, purring contentedly as It rubbed against him. England glanced down, setting the tea on the counter and he kneeled down to scratch his cat between the ears.

"Hmm…? What is it, love?" the cat blinked up at him, green eyes curious as it continued to purr, "I find it unbecoming to trouble ladies with unnecessary problems, Victoria; don't worry about me."

The cat continued to watch him with a keen interest, tilting its head to the side slightly as it let out a confused 'Purrow?'

England picked up the cat, rubbing the one ear that was an orange-ish color and smiling a little, "Well, if you really want to know, then I'll tell you. You see, I'm afraid of what Alfred will think of me braking poor little Mathieu's heart like that; I basically lied to him, the poor boy… I feel so horrible about it… I hope he's faring well…." He petted Victoria's head carefully, mulling over thoughts in his head.

It was just then that his phone decided to go off, "God Save the Queen" playing loudly from the small, hand-held device.

"Dear lord, who could be calling at this time of day…?" Technically, it was only about 5 in the after-noon, but England always said that when someone called for some odd reason or another.

"Hello…?" He said carefully into the phone, leaning back on the counter and sipping his tea.

"'Sup, British dude?" Alfred's cheery voice rang out clearly over the phone, and England swallowed a little.

"A-America! To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?" He mentally face-palmed, "To what do I owe the pleasure"? Couldn't he do better than that? He sighed, "Ugh, what do you want, you wanker?"

"Nothing much, man, I just wanted to ask what was up with Mattie? He seemed kind of down when I called earlier! I think I heard that Prussian guy barge in to… If he touches Mattie, I swear I'll kill him..." England could hear the pouting in his voice as he spoke of the Northern American twin and he sighed.

"Ah, well, you see…. We decided that, because of some… things that happened, it would be better if we… if we cut our relationship off… It's for the best, really." His heart was beating loudly in his chest, so loud he could have sworn Alfred could hear it over the phone.

"Aw, poor Mattie…." A pause, "Hey, England…?"

"Yes, America?"

"What happened…. Between you and Mattie, I mean…." There was a tentative curiosity in his voice as he asked.

England fumbled for words, blushing and sputtering as he tried to figure out how to tell him that he had been having dreams of him, dreams that involved so much more than just kissing and holding hands.

"Ah, well, you see…." England started as he stumbled still, "I… I began having feelings for someone else… another nation, actually… and we decided that there was no point in staying together if I was in love with someone else, so… we… broke up, in your terms…"

"Oh…" was all Alfred said an as uncomfortable silence settled between the two for a few minutes until Alfred spoke again, "Anyways… I called to tell you that there's a World Conference tomorrow, being held at my place, of course~! Ah… you are going to come, right?"

"Ah…." England paused for a moment, actually contemplating whether or not he should go and risk seeing Canada again; to risk the confrontation between the two of them. But, in the end, he said, "Of course, it's my duty as a nation to attend these meetings, being held in your stupid country or otherwise."

"Hahaha! Alright then, Iggy, I'll see you there!" England sputtered again at the nick-name.

"W-who in God's name is Igg-"but the phone but off, a dead-line tone ringing in his ear as he snapped it shut with a frustrated sigh, "That wanker, hanging up on me like that…."

He was blushing a little as he pouted like a child, glancing down at Victoria who was weaving in and out between his legs, looking up at him with curious green eyes, 'Meeow?'

"It's nothing, love…" he said, scratching under her chin as she purred, the low vibrations running through his fingertips as he smiled a little at the cat.

"Maybe…. The conference isn't such a bad idea after-all, hmm?"