A/N: Sorry I took so long! Please kill me! *shot* Ahem…
Chapter 3: An Explanation
At England's home…
England blushed. The Brit had never dealt with a situation as embarrassing as this before, especially not with his any of his own colonies, specifically ones that have "tea parties" and declare independence so suddenly. "Well, at least that irate thumping has gone down…ahem…" England started, having difficulties finding more words to say, "now…you start first."
'He's got to be kidding me!' America thought. "Well…this is no problem that the Hero can't fix! Hahaha!" he laughed, the words spewing out of his mouth before they even processed in his mind, not that what he ever says ever processes though the American's mind in the first place. "And we could build a giant robot to-,"
"SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT!" England roared, the other man already starting to grate his nerves. He sat down and rubbed his temples agitatedly.
"But YOU told me to start out of the blue! And besides, what plans do you have? Surely, they're no better than mine!" America shouted.
"We…we could ask Russia how to make our hearts fall out like he does..?" the Brit mumbled questioningly, too ashamed to admit that Alfred was actually right (for once).
"OR, I could just shoot you and get it over with…" the American grumbled.
"Wh-what?"
"You heard me."
England sniveled and shivered. "Do…do you hate me that much..?" he asked pathetically. Tears were threatening to fall out of his eyes if the other man didn't say anything, and quick.
America stood there, stunned. An uneasy grin formed on his face and he managed to stutter, "W-well, of course n-not! Wh-why would you say such a th-thing? I-I was just joking a-after all! Ha…haha…ha…" he scratched the back of his head nervously. 'Damn! I bet he's still on about that war!'
"Re-really..?" England looked up, his emerald eyes glimmering with a sliver of hope. "Do you really mean it..?"
"Uh…yeah, of course I do Iggy!" Alfred laughed. 'Geez, how can he go though nervous, mad, depressed, then wimpy in such a short time span?' he thought.
"Hey America…"
"Um yeah, what is it Artie?"
"…I'm sorry…" England's shoulders slumped and he looked down.
The Englishman looked so sad and dejected that it made the American want go up to the Brit to cuddle him forever. 'Aww, he looks so mushy and cu-seriously, what the heck is wrong with me?' Alfred thought, having a hard time figuring out what to do. Suddenly, America heard a heartbeat. 'Not again!' the American groaned inwardly, having enough of the noise for at least a few years.
"…Alfred, I'm not the only one hearing it again, right?" the Brit sniffed.
"Nope…we REALLY need to find a way to stop it…" said man replied.
"Maybe…erm…m-maybe a…a…" Arthur stumbled.
"Maybe..?" America was hoping that the other wasn't thinking the same thing he was thinking.
"A…a kiss..?"
Damn. Too late.
America's face flushed a deep red. "We-well, I-I don't swing th-that way, man…sorry."
"…oh."
'Oh? OH? What did he mean "oh"?' the American thought, not expecting that sort of response. "Do…do you happen to be…gay, Arthur..?" he asked uncertainly.
The Brit blushed. 'Aww, he looks so-NO! Bad America! Stop it!'
"Well…y-yeah, I th-thought that y-you would be too, Alfred…lots of countries are…" England mumbled sheepishly.
A/N: Cliff-hanger, hanging on a cliff! And that's why he's called cliff-hanger (I think)! I loved 'Between the Lions'. Curses on PBS! How dare you replace my cartoons with your crap! Idk if you can call this a cliff-hanger though. =.="