And, welcome to chapter two…*yawns* you're so lucky I love you all, because I'm writing after a VERY long school day/math test…so be thankful. As I was replying to a review, I remembered saying that USUK argument fics are the hottest…and when they argue, even over nonsensical things, it's still effing hawt. Anyways, enjoy this agitated fic, because I really need the views…or I think I'll just die (; x ;)(**EDIT Okay, I edited this by filling it in...and making Ana a little LESS British ((ikr xD)) so, hopefully, this one is easier to read |D either way, I'm basically redoing the whole story, because I was young when I wrote this, and I find it a little bland :D ***EDIT2 It. Still. Sucks. Damn eeeeet. Added more fluff, because it's reather rushed, if you ask me.)

A slam was heard above on the second floor of a little British house, on a little British street, somewhere obviously in Britain; soon, yelling and cursing filled the small room from which the racket generated from, a deeper voice rumbling soothingly over vehement shrieking from a young woman.

"And you have the nerve to try and tell me that I have no right to be bloody pissed off with your sorry excuses! I think I ought to be, seeing that I saw you getting nice and comfy with that bloody tart again!" a small blonde pig-tailed girl ranted, slapping the taller mans hands away when he tried to pull her close and sooth that seething face.

Angrily, she pushed him away, sniveling sulkily with a dark glare. Ana stomped over to the mirror in the corner of she and Alfred's bedroom, yanking her hair down out of its pigtails and violently running a brush through it, down right snarling when the hulking American came to close. Slowly, his cheeks flamed, and he backed off, clenching his teeth and angrily thudding his fist into their mattress. Abruptly, Ana shot off the bench in front of the mirror, opening her mouth to undoubtedly scold him.

Before a word could pass her pink little mouth, he was advancing towards her angrily. "Damn it Ana, for the last time, I wasn't screwing around!" the tall blonde shouted, fed up with being yelled at and brushed off, stopping just in front of her. He saw Ana's taken aback face, eyes wide at his outburst. He desperately reached out for her, his eyes pained, sullen with grief. Suddenly, the crisp sound of a slap resounded around the room, the crickets outside even stopping their drone for but a moment.

The blonde man lifted a hand to his cheek, astonished at the small woman in front of him. "Don't…just don't…" she rasped softly, her voice hoarse from too much yelling, backing away, a hand over the wrist he grabbed desperately. "Don't touch me, Alfred, with the hands that probably have been on her." She whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Ana…come here. I didn't do anything—you know that Fran and I only joke with each other! It's harmless," he murmured to her, outstretching his arms as he walked slowly towards her.

"Rubbish. Absolute rubbish; do you honestly think I'd be that bloody stupid!" she hissed, shoving his chest, cornering him against a wall. "Sex with another woman isn't a joke, you American dolt, and don't act like I don't know what you're doing behind closed doors! I just know that you're...you're..." she painfully dropped the statement, eyes welled high with tears. "Ana, it's nothing like that, you know that I wouldn't dare cheat on you—how could you even thinkthat?" he gasped, his cheeks turning red with indignation.

She growled low in her throat, brows knit low over her eyes, a rare, dangerous glint reflecting in the beautiful peridot orbs. "I saw you chat up with that—that tart! It was a little dodgy, if you ask me, Alfred—" she was cut off quickly, with lips pressed against hers, strong arms wrapping around her, folding her slight body against his larger frame.

She desperately struggled, clawed at his back and punching halfheartedly at his chest, but slowly melted against him, a soft keening noise passing her lips when he released her. Gently, he wiped away tears as she clung to him, little hiccups and sobs heard as he cradled her. He held her gently, kissing away her tears, her hands desperately clenching and unclenching his shirt, quiet crying the only remnants of her stormy anger.

But, he held her through it, combing fingers through her hair and kissing her lips endlessly, and gently tugging her towards the bed situated snugly against the wall.

And, on the second floor of a little British house, on a little British street, somewhere obviously in Britain...the entire house was finally quiet. But, the tiniest sound was heard, and the softest of words were spoken...

"Alfred...don't let go..."

(**Well, hopefully it's easier on the eyes~ hey, guys, PM me, I need ideas = A =) Okay, I just got back from IKEA, and I felt compelled to remember an IKEA centered fic with Su-san…and Finny…doing things. Anywho, it's finally time to vote on the next couple! *presses button and clapping erupts from speakers* okay, so our three couples aaaaaareeee—

FrancexFem!Canada

SpainxFem!Romano

RussiaxFem!China

So, submit reviews for your favorite couple. Voting ends on Wednesday, which means you have five days, guys. So, you vote it, we rape it :D