Anglo-Japanese War

Chapter 2: Truth

Annoyed by the hyper and carefree attitude America had during the lecture, England took the chance to glance around at the other countries present. Since his seat was near the floor, he got a clear view of everyone except for the top rows behind him.

Cuba looked as f he wanted to chomp the American's head off, with Canada glancing worried looks at his friend. Hong Kong was staring the beautiful Taiwan, but would turn away whenever she glanced in his direction. France, the wanker was ignorant to everyone else as he prepped himself with a mirror's help. The three Baltic brothers shook in fear as the three Slavic siblings looked down on them from the row above (Ukraine playfully, Russia cruelly and Belarus murderously).

Taking another glance at the Eastern Asian countries, England noticed the youngest of the Asian brothers trying to gain the former axis power's attention. Japan sat straight in his seat, hands on his lap and never took his dark chocolate eyes off of the speaker.

"Perhaps he was listening closely to the speech?" England wondered to himself. He would have believed that theory too, if the nation hadn't sighed in a dreamy trance. He followed the other's gaze to America then he looked back to Japan. The older man's eyes were fixed on his former ward, never once blinking.

After five minutes of non stop staring, the Briton clicked all the pieces of the puzzle together. Japan was in love with his 'son' slash 'brother' !England raged within his head as he watched the other man gaze with hazed eyes. "He must be thinking of stealing America's innocence !" the Brit concluded. He was too caught up in his emotions that assumption took over. He assumed the Asian would only want America for his virginity. That Japan was a perverted old man here to claim a child.

He gazed down to the cheerful country who began his daily taunt of the gulf country, Cuba. England couldn't help but to smile at the boy he raised. As the meeting progressed onwards, he could see why the Asian country of Japan lusted for the former colonies. The joyous blue eyes, messy dirty blond hair, smooth, light colored skin. Who wouldn't find the nearly three hundred year old country attractive? The British man thought back to when he had first met the child. The decision to adopt and raise America was all his own; no influence from China's brotherly example. As America grew, so did his ideas to rebel. The boy challenged the borders of France, forcing dear Arthur to defend him.

"He never once was grateful." England muttered as he remembered the arguments they would have over Americas need to be independent and England over protectiveness. It shattered the older man's heart when the war broke out between the two. At first he thought nothing of the declaration and saw the whole ordeal as another one of the boy's childish fazes. How he regretted it all. As he realized the colonies would never give up, England was forced to take drastic measures: harsh punishment, strict laws, no mercy. At the final battle, he was very surprised to see his boy bring in the aid of his arch rival, Francis. Two against one was a very unfair match with clear winners. He could never have shot America, though. He had the chance, rifle in arms, but England couldn't take the risk of killing the other.

As America slammed his gallitine to adjourn the meeting, England stood up from his seat. He gathered all of his documents into the small briefcase he had arrived with, then gave the case to his assistant.

Following Amerca down the hallways he noted that Japan was still lost in his sinful mind. "Good." As they exited the building, England saw the chance to make sure Japan never steals the blond man away.

"Hey, Alfred, I need to tell you something personal.", he called as the other looked over at him confused.

America walked over to the other and leaned down abit to hear better.

"What is it Arthur?" he asked as England looked compellingly into his blue eyes. Before he could register what had happened, England wrapped his arm behind the other boy's neck and pressed his lips against him. Americas ocean orbs widen slightly at the unexpected kiss, but did nothing to push the other away.

England smiled as he watched the other boys reactions. As he was about to pull away, a shimmering light caught his eye. He looked behind America to see the three Eastern nations; the middle brother in deep shock. With the plan to hurt Kiku more, he opened his mouth to lick America's bottom lip. He was pleased that the other obliged to his demands and made his way into the younger man's mouth. He could taste the Coca Cola on Alfred tongue, both annoyed and enjoying it. America felt his heart thump faster and the blood rush to his cheeks as the lids of his eyes slid closed.