Author's Note:

And we got another request from HeartHorse11:

Ooh, new request. The countries see a horror film in NYC then go to like a restraunt or something maybe?

I can do that... but... okay, here is the thing. When I sat myself down to plan this story out, it some how terraformed into a USUK fic... and I have no idea why. Have any of you started working on something and it just completely get away from you? That's what happened here and I am so sorry. But it turned out pretty well so I'm posting it.

I'm so sorry XD

DISCLAIMER HERE!

"Hey, dudes, the last of the group is here!" America hollered into his apartement, Sweden and Finland trailing behind him. He was having a little get together tonight, for reasons that will be revealed later in the chapter. They were going to watch some good ol' American horror movies and then go out to a nice dinner.

He was orginally going to go to a theater with the group, but as the list of countries he wanted to attend grew, he decided to have it at home, because it'd be a bitch to find that many seats in a theater. So home it was. He was having England, Canada, France, Germany (Prussia came to), the Italies, Spain, China, Japan, Sweden, and Finland over.

"It's about bloody time." England said, popping out of the small group of nations. "Did you walk here from your countries?"

"Sorry about England, he's already had a little to drink."America chuckled, going and grabbing England by the shoulders and turning him around.

"Oi! I only had one... and a half beers." England glared at his boyfriend, who ignored the glare.

"Yeah, and now you're cut off. Can't have you blasted before dinner." America gave him a pat and sent him back towards the group.

"There has been drinking here?" Finland asked with an uneasy chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Prussia brought some beers and you guys were taking a while... I couldn't stop them." America grinned a nervous grin. "Any chance you guys can help me stop them so that we can watch the movies? Each time I try, they all me a kid and tell me to buzz off."

"I can." Sweden said in his monotone, stepping towards the group of nations. "Hey." All the nation looked at him, because when scary-ass Sweden speaks, you listen. "It's time to stop drinking."

And so the drinking stop and everyone shuffled from the kitchen to the living space.

"Alright! Movie time! And I promise, I really brought my A-game this time! These movies are super scary." America grinned before opening his arms. "But before we start, I need my security blanket." The other nations looked confused, but England groaned. England then slide over his boyfriends lap and situated himself so just his legs were curled up on his lap, with his bum on the other side the american's legs. America wrapped an arm around his shoulders and England wrapped one around his waist.

"Honhonhon." French chortled, peeking over the couch. Wait, when did he get there!? "Angleterre, I had no I idea you were this kinky. I mean, I knew you were a horny old man but I didn't think-"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT YOU BLOODY PERVERT!" England screeched and America started to laugh. "This is simply the most convenient and economical way to watch horror movies when you're couple! This way it is easier for either us to hide our face if we get too scaried, while also satisifying America's incesent need to have his hands on me."

"I like giving England cuddles." America laughed, France smiled.

"I know, I was kidding you!" France said with a flare before starting sparkle, you know how he does. "I am an expert on love, and I know enough about it to notice when there is true love taking place. Right here." France pressed America and England's faces. America smiled, England looked aggitated. How dare that frog touch his face!

"Belt up and take you seat on the floor, frog!" England snapped, America gave him a squeeze to the shoulder, which he ignored. Bloody git, always trying to comfort him...

"So what are we watching today, America?" Japan asked, tilting his head.

"Yes, what is it, one of your tacky zombie films, aru?" China aked, looking scepitical. Typical.

"No! I got something special! In fact, got something that just came out in theaters! I talked to the director, and got him to cut me a DVD. The Conjuring 2!" America grinned, picking up the remote with a flurish and turning the TV and Dvd player on.

"They made another one!?" England gapped.

"Don't worry, babe, I'm here to protect you." America smirked. "Beside this one isn't as scary as the first one, so the critics say. Plus there is some off putting CG... You'll see."

"Yes, but if you're protecting me, who is protecting you."

"Shhhh." America said as he pressed the play button.

Okay, so it would tedious and take forever to write in detail the watching of the movie, so have a peek onto the experience through some dialoge.

"Ahhhh! It's so scary!"

"It's your movie, you git!"

"AHHHHH! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO A NUN!? WHY CAN'T YOUR MOVIES BE FILLED WITH ENTRAILS LIKE NORMAL HORROR MOVIES!? WAAAAAHHHH! GERMANY, PROTECT ME!"

"Ahhhh! That ghost is speaking through that little girl! It's so scary, ahhhhh! I'm gonna pee my pants!"

"America, don't you dare pee on me!"

"AHHHHH!"

Okay, so admittedly enough, most of the screaming was on the part of the Italies and America. We learned something here.

Anyway, so after the movie were over.

"That movie was far too long. And that CG ghost thing was laughable." England criticized and America finally tore his face away from the Brit's shoulder.

"Come on, you can't say it wasn't scary, you jumped like seven times." America griped, leaning back.

"Yeah... well... at least I didn't almost spoil myself."

"That's a low blow, babe." America glared, England shrugged a shoulder at him and got off the couch.

"I have to say, that is much better then the last one you showed us... but still weird." Japan said, getting up from his spot on the floor next to China with a stretch.

"Well at least there is some improvement, right?" America grinned, standing up as well.

"I'll admit. it wasn't bad, but it could have used more violence, or breasts, maybe." Germany said, still trying to pry Italy off his shoulder. Romano was latched onto Spain in a simular fashion as Italy was to Germany, but Spain was making no efforts to remove him.

"You bastard, where were the entrails?" Romano whinned, glarring up at America.

"That's what I'm saying!" Italy cried, wipping his head back and forth. "What's with all this spooky ghost stuff? Why can't they just show us some organs and a naked lady like normal horror films! It's completely unfair and scary!"

"Alright, while you all sort ourselves out, I'll call the cabs to take us to the resturant." And then America walked off to somewhere a little quieter so he could make the call. The moment he left, France was suddenly at England's side.

"So, Angleterre, you've been dating America for awhile now, haven't you?" French asked, wiggling his brows.

"Bloody hell, France, stop sneaking up on me!" England jumped, spinning to face the other. "And that's not any of your business."

"Oh, come on, old friend-"

"I am neither old nor your friend!"

"-surely you must have stories. It's been thirty years." France grinned, stepping even closer.

"What happens between me and America is private! And furthermore, it's not interesting. We're just the same as any other couple." England rolled his eyes, shoving France away.

"Ve~! But you must at least have a couple." Italy said, having been freshly detached from Germany. It was then England noticed all the nations present were looking at him.

"Don't you lot have anything better to talk about?" England rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. Everyone exchanged looks.

"No." Everyone said all at once.

"You and America's relationship is the best thing to happen in nation gossip in centuries." Prussia snickered. "It's not like nation enter commited relationships all the time. Plus nobody saw it coming! Except the unawesome France, he totally called it."

"Well we don't have any stories, so that's that." England turned up his nose.

"Sure you do." The silent Canada suddenly said, spooking England slightly.

"Canada! When did you get here?" He asked and Canada's shoulder and head drooped slightly.

"I drove you here from the airport." Canada sighed, shaking his head. "Anyway, you have plenty of stories, you just don't want to tell any because they are all embrassing."

"What's your point?"

"Wait, so does that mean that you know some stories about the two love birds?" France had now switched fro being uncomfortablely close to England to being uncomfortablely close to Canada.

"Of course, Japan and I both do. Because I'm America's brother and Japan is America's best friend, we get caught up between the two alot." Canada then looked to Japan, who nodded in agreement.

"I have seen and heard things between America and England that I can never unsee or unheard. They are a very... active couple." Japan looked uncomfortable, so did Canada. England turned bright red.

"They don't mean THOSE types of stories!" England screeched, reaching nearly Romano levels of red.

"Sure I do!" France gave a creepy laugh and England started to strangle him.

"You have naughty stories?" Prussia's eyes were lit up like a christmas tree.

"Hey, the cab's will be here in fifteen minutes!" America grinned as he reentered the room before looking confused. "What are you guy talking about?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all, lets go wait." England was at America's side, dragging him towards the door before anyone could get a word in.

at dinner, around an hour later

"Wow, this is actually a nice restaurant." Finland smiled as they all took a seat. "I haven't sure if you had any restaurants in America that weren't fast food."

"What? That's rediculious, of course we have normal restaurants. Especially here in New York. New York have some of the best restaurants in the country, at least a lot of people think so. The restaurant scene here is nuts, man." America laughed, holding a seat out for England, who rolled his eyes at his boyfriend and took a seat.

"He's right, whenever I come and visit him in New York he takes me to all sorts of restaurants. You can find cuisine from all corners of the globe in New York." England said, sitting up straiter in his seat. "The last time I visited here he brought me to a french restaurant that would make the frog proud. At least in terms of taste."

"He did, did he?" France had the biggest smirk on his face and England glared.

"Don't look so smug, frog, he likes to take me to a different one each time I come over." England crossed his arms and America and France both snickered.

"Yeah, because I'm an awesome boyfriend. Can't have you getting bored with me, can I?" The american bumped shoulders with his mate, a playful smile on his lips.

"You say that like your best friend isn't an alien and you don't have a whale as a pet." This words would be playful from anyone else, but because it was England it was delivered in a deadpan with a flat look. But he was still pretty much smiling.

"Well when you say it like that..." America pursed his lips.

"Silence." England pressed a finger to his lips to make the yank stop. And so America took the finger into his mouth, which sent England into a fit of screeching that nearly got them all kicked out of the restaurant. After he calmed down the waiter took their orders for multiple glasses of wine, two cokes, and a glass of ice water.

"What's this place have?" England mumbled to himself as he glared down at the menu.

"This place has a killer curry, babe, you should get it." America leaned towards his boyfriend, who glowered at him. England still wasn't too happy about the whole 'finger in the mouth' bit. Opps. "Come on, England, it was just a joke... It was funny."

"It was pretty funny." Italy laughed, having already decided on pasta as his meal.

"See, Italy gets it."

"Of course Italy gets it! He is as much of an empty headed git as you are." England was almost pouting, which is how America knew he was on the ropes. Time to go in for the kill.

America placed a hand under England's chin and got closer. England could feel his breath against his cheeks, which made his cheeks blaze red.

"Hey, babe, I'm sorry." America whispered and England's face went even more red.

"Shut up, bloody wanker."

Yeah, America knew he was forgiven. That was a 'bloody wanker' of forgiveness, America could tell.

Dinner progressed normally... normally for the nations, that is. At some point in time, the nations, except for Germany, seemed to forget they were in public and were carrying on with their usual bickering. Italy was talking just a little too loud and 'VE~'-ing all over the place, Romano was bickering with Spain in a strange mix of Spanish and Italian, Sweden and Finland were just sort of keeping to themselves, Prussia was relentlessly poking at Canada, who was trying to do the right thing and ignore him. It didn't help Canada that France had remembered him and was rambling on about something Canada wasn't sure he cared about, but was too afraid of offending his 'big brother' to say anything about it. China and Japan were also bickering about something, in Chinese maybe? And America and England... Well. America was about to enact on his master plan, the reason he had organized this whole evening in the first place. He was going to propose to England! You know, with the ring mentioned breifly a few chapters back?

Alright, deep breathes, America, deep breathes.

"Hey... England." America cleared his throat, sifting around slightly and putting his hands in his pockets. England looked up from his cury, raising one of his rediculiously large brows.

"Oh, what is it, America?"

Wow, now that England was actually looking at him his rehearsed speech was fucking gone. Completely wiped from the memory banks. Fuck.

"Um... Well we have been dating a while... And it's been great, right? I mean, you... You are pretty great. Whaley loves you, and Tony is finally warming up after thirty years... I love you, and you love me right?" America was starting to ramble but his brain was malfunctioning so badly that he couldn't stop if he tried.

"Of course I do, why would you even ask that?" The brow was being raised higher. No no no, go down brow, go down. "What, is this your weird way of breaking up with me?"

"What!? No! It's not that! It's the opposite of that!" America shouted, successfully attracting the attention at the table and a few people at adjacent tables as well. "Look, I just want to say... I wanted to ask you... It's just... Me... You... Marry me?" And the ring was out.

The table was dead silent. No one moved, no one breathed. England blinked at the ring, then at America, then back to the ring. England practicely tackled America with a hug, squeezing him with suprising strength.

"Is that a yes?" America asked in something close to a sheepish tone.

"Of course I'll marry you, you wonderful yanky git." Britain mumbled in his shoulder.

The outburst of noise from the table after England's answer got them kicked out of the restaurant, but the nations didn't really care and hauled ass back to America's apartement to celebrate. When they got there Germany informed America and England that Italy and he would be planning their wedding, as the marriage of the world's superpower was an important even and they needed an extra organized person to make sure it went well. All and all, England and America were very happy and Prussia got drunk and fell asleep on the kitchen counter.

AN:

Again, so sorry XD

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