Hey guy's I really don't want to go to sleep tonight for some reason, so im ganna write chapter five! Enjoy!

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America slowly opened his eye's, but he didn't move. He felt a small strain on his chest so he looked down to see England was still laying on him, with an oh so adorable expression!

He looked as if he didn't have a care in the world. She sunlight shinning threw the window was gleaming off his face, showing that unusual sick pail in his soft face. Yeah. He really did need to pluck his eye brows, but besides that he was beautiful.

America, still a little dazed from the three hours of doing nothing but cuddle England and watch porno until he fell asleep, creepily watched him as his head moved as his own chest did, and as he watched he thought...

America land!

Wow.. I've never seen him so relaxed. Come to think of it I don't think I've ever seen him sick either..

actually he has never cuddled with me like this, he has never been so gentle.. I wonder what he will do if I'm gentle with hm like this more often, can I get him to like me the same way's I have him for so long?

It did take me a while but I finally realized my true feeling's for this old man... but he doesn't even seem to notice the small hints I give him... maybe I should just tell him?

his mind wondered back to that same place it had been stuck in for the past day.

America was pushed onto the bed as England stood over him, straddling one of his legs. He slowly began to unbutton his white work shirt. Why he was wearing his work out fit again he had no idea, but he liked it.

"you should have told me sooner." England would say leaning down, his shirt now completely unbuttoned but not off yet.

But sadly again America couldn't even begin to imagine the mind blowing kiss they would share at that moment, so his fantasy stopped there

stupid none sexy reality

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America pouted, slightly sticking out his bottom lip as he stared at England's, smooth pink lips. Or so he thought they were smooth.

America cupped his cheek with one hand, and rubbed his thumb gently over his bottom lip. His lip was soft, so very soft!

America would have given into temptation and kissed the sleeping man, if there wasn't a knock at the door.

America sighed, he didn't want to move from his position but he also didn't want England to be mad at America for not answering the door, then who ever it was would think England was rude!

America picked it the rather light Brit and walked him into his room. Laying him on the bed, then looking down at those soft lips again..."Maybe just a quick-"

but then his thoughts were interrupted by a second knock, and America had to leave the sleeping man alone.

He made his way to the door then answered it only to see the last person he wanted to see, France.

He didn't much like France, he and England have had sex before, and that gave France bragging rights, witch got him a lot more attention!

"stupid pervert," America thought to himself.

"Ah America, what are you doing here?" France said slightly shocked.

"I'M taking care of England, he is sick." America said bluntly putting emphases on the I'm. "what are you doing here?"

"ah, I have been cent to check on England, they sent someone to your house to cents you just rudely walked out without notifying anyone, we were worried about you when you didn't show up this morning."

America looked away, but then he realized he could use France to his advantage. So he invited him in. "my bad dude, I was worried about Iggy, come on in, he's asleep right now but we can chill."

"No, no that okay, I wouldn't want to disturb you and Iggy." He said turning.

He began to walk away, but stopped when America said, "hey wait up bro." France stopped and looked over his shoulder, "yes?"

America's head hung slightly, he began to fidget, but he shifted his eye's back to France and mumbled, "can I talk to you?"

France turned back around, now a little more interested in what America had to say. "what is it?"

America bit his bottom lip, " well, I have a guy, who likes another guy, and they have been friends for years now... um... but this guy lately has been getting weird urges to.. kiss his friend, but he's scared of being rejected.. cents your all good at romance I was wondering if you cant help."

France stood silent for a moment in thought... "you know, I believe England has this same problem with one of his friends as well.. but then I thought, that England didn't have friends, so I think he has a crush on someone he is very close to, no?"

America sat, a little disappointed to hear England has ha crush one someone and it might not be him... France smirked... "you are close to him, no?"

America stood for a moment thinking it over, then finally it clicked in his head.. "you think England likes me?" he said tensing up.

France noticed the excitement in his voice, then smirked, "who ells?"

America smiled, "hey bro I gotta go give him his pills, so I'll see ya." America said quickly closing the door and walking off to England's room.

France began to walk away with a smirk on his face. Of course what he just said was a lie. That is why the next few day's would be interesting to watch America try to confess his love to that smexy old man. France wasn't planning on watching America take his place as England's last lover.