A/N: Okay, it's been a ridiculous amount of time since I updated this fic. Unfortunately, I had run into a snag. You see, I wrote a half a chapter, and it was pretty good, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized everything in it was happening too fast. So I'm saving that for the next chapter, and I'm writing this instead as the second chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and please leave a review. I'll try and update a little more regularly, now that my midterms are about over.

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The evening air was cool, yet somehow England found it was hard to breathe it in. He walked out from the movie theater, America beside him, somehow more uneasy than he had been before the date. The movie had been nothing special, an action movie, (because really, what had he expected out of America?) but the other man hadn't let go of his hand the entire time. It wasn't an unpleasant "uneasy;" but it was an emotion he couldn't put his finger on. Hope, maybe? England looked to the ground. Hope was dangerous.

"Huh? England, what's wrong?" America asked. The elder nation looked up to him and smiled.

"Nothing," he replied softly. America didn't seem to buy that, but he didn't ask any more questions on the matter. Instead, he changed the subject.

"So, tonight was nice," he said. England blushed a little, and nodded.

"Yes, it was," he responded. America was quiet for a moment.

"You know, I'm thinking of learning another language. It's tiring only being able to speak American."

"You speak English, you bloody git!" England exploded. America laughed.

"Now there's the England I know," he said, looking to the elder nation. England averted his eyes and grumbled.

"What was that?" America asked, a little nervous. He had said what he had to get a rise out of England, but he didn't want to spoil the night by making the island nation mad.

"I said: why do you always have to tease me? You know you only make me mad," he said grouchily.

"Because you're not acting like yourself. You're being all sweet and submissive…It's kinda creepy," America said. England's eyebrows knit together, and it struck the younger nation that he may have said the wrong thing.

"So what you're saying is you'd rather have me act like a contrary old lady?" There was a dare in England's voice, it said "Say yes, and I'll unleash every curse known to man on you." He was not amused by America's teasing.

"Yes, I would rather you act like yourself," America said. He wasn't good at picking up on hints. But before England could get mad, the comment hit him, and he began to laugh.

"What?" America asked, confused by the sudden change in mood.

"You do realize, you just called me a contrary old lady," England responded, wiping tears from my eyes.

"Yeah, so? I've called you worse," replied the younger nation.

"I'll let you in on a secret, America. It's not the best idea to call your date an old lady if you want a second date," England teased. America smiled, but England could see the nervousness behind it.

"Guess I'm not too good at this sort of thing, huh?" he said with an attempt at flippancy. By this time, they had walked from the theater, all the way back to England's home, and the night had truly set in. Overhead, light from the stars twinkled down on them. England thought back to that wish he had made not too long ago. Though it hadn't completely come true, he had to appreciate where he was at now. The stars had a funny way of working things out in their own time.

"I don't think anybody truly is," England said back. He turned to America as they came up to the door.

"Well, thank you for a lovely night," he said, reluctantly releasing the other man's hand.

"So, do I still get that second date? I promise not to call you an old lady again," America joked, but once again, England saw real nervousness there.

"Of course you do, you idiot," he said smiling. Like he would ever turn America down.

"I'll call you then," America said, and lifted a hand in farewell. "Good night England."

"Good night, America."

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Hm, this is shorter than I originally planned…Oh well. I'm not gonna bleed it to death for another couple hundred words. I hoped you liked it. Please leave a review; I promise it won't take me months to write the next chapter.