Hey guy's! I'm back! Let's get started shall we?

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England stood int the kitchen, he couldn't believe what he just walked in on!

America was masturbating in in bathroom! What the hell?

England had walked in on him before, but that was when he live there! Now America didn't even have an excuse! He was a twenty one year old boy. He should be able to control that sort of thing by now!

England sighed as he got out a pot and pan. But then he felt a hand on his shoulder, he jumped and almost hit them in the face, but stopped as soon as he saw it was America...

"don't worry bro I washed my hands, no need to hit me," America said putting his hands up.

England hadn't even thought of that... "wait a minute, did you... um."

America tilted his head not really knowing what England was trying to say, again back to that whole he had to be told something directly thing.

England blushed and mumbled, " did you... finish?"

America felt his face heat up... "uh..." he let he head drop into a nod. Feeling a little ashamed.

England blushed a little... "right-o then shall we make breakfast?'

America thought he was going to be mad... "no bro I ain't eating your cooking first thing in the morning."

England made a kind of sad look then looked down at his pot and pan... "what do you want to have?"

America noticed a small hint of sadness in England's voice... damn it! America sighed, "on second thought, your cooking is just what I need."

England smiled, "really.. why?"

America rubbed the back of his head, "well, you food is all healthy and junk." even thought his food could probably kill a vulture. "go ahead and make it." ill wait for you to be done, and then we can watch T.V."

England smiled and set the pots and pans on the stove, and America sat at the table waiting for England to be done cooking.

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about thirty minutes of watching England cook, and another long long thirty minutes of eating the horrid food. America and England made there way to the living room. America was very sleepy from his previous activity. Hey laid back on the couch cushion and relaxed. England sat on the other end of the couch, flipping throught the channels.

England caught sight of America out of the corner of his eye. He looked over at him and smiled while thinking

"America look's so cute when he's sleeping. He always has.. but today when I walked in on him masturbating he seemed even cuter! That blush on his face, his lips parted, as he slowly pants... I also think he's still a virgin.. maybe I can trick him into kissing me.. wouldn't that be nice, kissing America."

His thought was broken when he heard a phone ringing. America's phone. He looked over at America, who slightly twitched at the annoying noise. England quickly and quietly got up and looked at the phone. He sighed, picking it up and answering it.

"What is it frog?" He answered in a whisper.

"England?.. where's America?" the annoying french accent was heard over the receiver.

"He fell asleep... What business do you have calling his cellular device?"

"I was seeing if you were feeling better, I take it you are?"

England got slightly confused.. "when did you hear I was sick?"

"Oh America didn't tell you? Well, I dropped by your house this morning to make sure you were alive, plus America disappeared from the meeting without telling anyone. We were looking every wear for him."

England glanced at America with a small cute smile, America... was worried?

… "hello? England are you there? Will you be attending the meeting this afternoon?"

England answered him while still smiling. "yes yes me and America will be joining you together."

France noticed England used the phrase together... "England, you do know America has sexual intentions for you.. don't you?"

England's eye's gave of that plain with glare, "What!"

France had to pull the phone away from his ear to snicker.

"how do you know did he tell you?" he brought his voice back down to a whisper, so he didn't wake the sleeping American, that was the last think he wanted.

"my my Arthur pushy to know the truth about you beloved Alfred aren't you?"

"tell me what he told you."

"i'll need a little persuasion first."

"Ew no you stupid git, I'm not doing anything.. like that."

"Aw are you saving yourself for America?" England could hear the amusement in his voice.

England growled... "will be at the meeting this afternoon, goodbye,

right before England hung up the phone he heard England mutter, "stupid frog."

he smiled to himself.

England turned to see the still sleeping America, even though he had an annoyed expression on his face. England slightly blushed thinking of what France hand just told him.

Does America really want to...

England shook his head. Then sat back on the couch. Looking at America out of the corner of his eye, and then looking back at the T.V to turn it up to stop his thoughts.

After about five minutes he found himself gradually scooting closer to America. He looked at him out of the corner of his eye again, but then his eye caught sight of the clock.

It was one Pm! They had a meeting to go to in an hour!

England gasped as he shook America rapidly. "America wake up."

America didn't budge. So England shook him harder. "wake up you bloody git!"

America's eye's flew open, and England immediately stopped. There eye's met, blue on green.. it was... interesting..

England's knees began to shake slightly, he was still a little thrown off by what France had said. He cleared his throught, and said the only thing he could think, "um.. hi."

America gave a slightly confused look. He let one hand casually slide off the arm of the couch. To sit on England's leg. "hey."

England glanced down at his America's hand, then back at America and began to think.. "he's.. blushing, his hand is on my thigh, and I can't look away from his eye's... maybe he's making a move!"

America slightly leaned up, and England blushed more, they were now at completely eye level, god how he wanted to kiss him! But he didn't want to be used for sex, so he looked away, and got up quickly.

"America we have to get ready for our meeting. You should go home and get ready."

America sat up and looked at the clock, then sighed, running his hand threw his hair and messing it up slightly he said, " that sucks... do you think we can hang out after the meeting?"

England thought about it, all he could think he would to after the meeting is go to a bar and get drunk, even though he was to proud to admit it he knew he would end up calling America anyway.

He shrugged his shoulders. "alright what do you wanna do?"

America thought for a moment, then smiled that adorible smile England loved so much, "play video games, at my place."

England held back a blush at the adorable smile, all he could do was nod, he really couldn't object when he was making that face.

America smiled and walked to the door grabbing his coat, "alright my place it is." he opened the door and walked out.

England stood there thinking of what he just agreed to do. He hated video games... he sighed and walked to his room to get ready for the meeting.

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so so so so sorry im late late guy's i'v been so busy with school.. how do you like it? Only two more chapters left if it goes as planned