AN: Sorry for the late update (Well, I don't know what time is it in your country but it's rather late in Vietnam now ._.) Thank you for your kind reviews to the first chapter, I really appreciate it ^^~ (Why haven't they appeared here yet? I received e-mails)

Thanks a lovely anon for pointing out the typos too :D I've fixed it :) I have to say I'm rather surprised that you all are so ok with the PrUk and RusEng, really XD

Now, enough of my rambling, here is the next chapter! (the italicized part is from the original fic)

A nation's best friend

Chapter 2

"What are we going to do about the Loki situation?" Fury asked, as The Avengers sat round a large table in the conference room.

"What can we do? Technically he is legally the king now and-" Tony said, then was cut off when Fury slammed his hand down on the table.

"You know damn well he did it with trickery or some kind of mind whammy," Fury shouted.

"We know that yeah, but aren't we on shaky territory, legally, if we take on the sovereign head of another country?"

"You know him better than anyone," Fury said, turning to Steve. "What do you think?"

"I-I don't know," Steve said.

"You don't know?" Fury snapped. "You fought Hitler in World War 2 and you don't know what to do about a dictator?"

"Apart from a few banishings, has he really done anything... bad?" Steve said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Bad?" Fury asked, moving closer. "The Queen of England has been dethroned and is currently living in Asgard. The Prime Minster is a toad in what, by all accounts, is hell."

"I've heard Asgard is a real nice place."

"Nice place? NICE PLACE?" Fury shouted. "Go put your suit on, you're going to London."

As everybody started standing up and gathered their things, the door suddenly burst opened, revealing a very very furious-looking United States of America.

"I'm coming with you." He said in a tone that suggested no further argument.

"Are you sure? It could be dangerous." Steve asked. He had known America back in World War II and had grown used to the man's cheerful presence, but he didn't see any of that freedom of spirit now. America's azure eyes were cold behind his glasses, no longer the color of the soft sky but of hard ice instead. His lips formed a thin line, hands fidgeting in the pockets of his bomber jacket. Steve knew America only looked deadly serious like that when 1) He had run out of fast food; America always got grouchy without his beloved hamburger or 2) It was a problem about England.

"Do I look like I care, Captain?" The young nation hissed, adjusting his glasses. "My boyfriend is being ruled by a fucking villain for God's sake! He must have been drugged. He's in danger. Not to mention he's been acting weird lately. France called me yesterday and said that England has started making his chair disappear! I know those two are always at each other's throats but he hasn't used his magic for ages! It's weird and rather creepy that he's picked it up again. There must be something wrong! "

"You think that England is in danger because he's started using his magic?" Tony quirked an eyebrow. "Okay, I give up. Countries sure are weird."

"Well then, aren't you my people? Let me go!" America practically snapped.

The Avengers were silent for a while at the sudden outburst. They all remembered clearly the time America had gone mad when England was bombed. It had been right after he was announced to be the host country of Olympic 2012 Summer Games. And Ảmerica had destroyed the training room of the Stark Tower, screaming about why his boss wouldn't let him go there to comfort his boyfriend. No one knew how he managed to sneak in the Tower, but it had taken both Thor and Steve to drag America out while Tony mourned for his house.

And the lesson that was learned? Never say 'No.' to a pissed off and emotional United States, and do not think for a second that the 'Special Relationship' was just a random political alliance.

"I don't think it would hurt if you come along." Fury sighed, too used to backing down before America. He was serving the nation, after all.

"Thank you, Director Fury." America's smile didn't reach his ears.

"What are you two doing?" America asked after he had just walked right in to his lover's house using the spare key. Now he was standing in England's living room, hands folded across his chest.

"What does it look like we are doing?" A raven haired man replied coldly. America assumed that was Loki. England perked his head up from its previous spot, which was clearly Loki's lap and smiled awkwardly at his lover.

"Hello America. Why didn't you tell me you would be visiting?"

"You didn't answer me. What. Are. You. Doing?"

"Ehm…reading?"

"While laying with your head on your King's lap?" America's eyes narrowed.

"Is it really an issue?" Loki rolled his eyes, ruffling the Brit's sandy blond hair. America wanted nothing more than to jump right in and kick Loki's ass. Screw Loki's position as the King of England, that damn spot was his!

He smiled coldly "You are cuddling with MY boyfriend. Of course I have an issue. A very serious one as a mater of fact." America hissed angrily.

"I'll assume that you either don't have an understanding of the idiosyncrasies that come with a relationship between a ruler and his country, or are just a very possessive lover." The God sighed, allowing England to sit up straight. "Seriously, you haven't ever cuddled with your ruler? How could you even cooperate with them?"

"I cooperate with my boss well enough, thank you very much. But we sure as hell don't cuddle." He frowned slightly.

"A shame. You Countries and Midgardians are quite confused. You never seem to take the time to build emotional bonds." Loki shrugged. "Well, I'll just leave you two for now, then." He stood up and in a blink of an eye appeared right in front of America's face. "Listen," his voice was deadly serious "If you dare to hurt Arthur, I will drag you down to Niflheim and present you to my daughter. Hela sure would love to add one more new creature to her collection of toys." The God threatened, emerald eyes turning to toxic green and suddenly disappeared as fast as when he appeared. He left America standing there, eyes wide with shock.

"America? Are you alright?" England said, moving to stand in front of his lover. "Sorry for that. Loki is still annoyed by the sudden visit of your super hero team."

The blue eyed nation seemed to snap out of his frozen state at those words. "Annoyed? He had the army aiming guns at them."

"They landed the quinjet near the Buckingham palace." The Brit pointed out patiently. He stepped closer, and rose on his toes a little to put his slender arms around the taller nation. "Bloody hell, America. I'm quite alright, don't worry." He smiled, patting the other man back in a calming gesture.

America still looked doubtful but eventually wrapped his arms around England's waist, placing his chin on his lover's soft hair. Seeing the island nation happy and relaxed like this made him relieved and rather surprised. He hadn't seen England be this willingly affectionate for a long time and felt a little jealous that the one who had changed him was Loki, not himself. Maybe the God wasn't completely affecting England in a bad way and America was just being paranoid. Maybe…

"You made France's chair disappear."

"Oh for God's sake that frog was telling stories behind my back?" England huffed. "If he is going to complain about his chair then I will simply push him over the balcony next time."

"I think you're getting more and more like your King." America raised an eyebrow.

"He is the God of Mischief, what do you expect? But then, I feel more like I'm getting back to my pirate days." The island nation smirked slightly. "Is that a problem?" He asked. His fingers teasingly traced down America's chest, knowing full well how he like that.

"Hmm, maybe not." Alfred tilted his head and his eyes did a quick glance of Arthur's body. "Truthfully, it's rather sexy."

"And I'm guessing you didn't come half way around the world just to complain about my King, right?" England said, leaning closer, their lips almost touching.

America smirked "Of course not, lil' darlin'." he grinned before leaning in to seal the kiss.

As they laid in England's king-sized bed America nuzzled his lover's pale neck affectionately, feeling completely warm and satisfied. At least he now knew that Loki did not wish to object to their relationship. However, the fact that England's king was now dating Captain America was rather scandalous and America was not exactly sure how to deal with.

"It's weird, isn't it?" America whispered. "How you are dating me and your King is dating one of my super heroes. In fact my first super hero." America asked, turning England around to face him.

"I suppose so." England chuckled. "But it makes things easier, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. Remind me to tease Steve about this later." America grinned.

"Don't be mean." England scolded.

"Yeah, yeah I know." America laughed, wrapping his arms around England as the other wiggled closer. Their warm bodies pressed against one another.

They laid like that for a long time, just enjoying the warm feeling of being together. Moments like this were so peaceful that England wished it would last forever. Just him and America, leaving all duties and responsibilities that was part of being a nation behind. This was when they were truly aware that they had feelings too. That they were the same like any normal human. This was when they felt loved.

But life wasn't easy. No, it never was and never would be.

Suddenly, Loki appeared out of nowhere; startling the duo. England immediately felt all the blood in his body run straight to his usually white cheeks. It happened so fast that he was scared he would actually burst a blood vessel. Having your boss burst into your room while you were in the state of undress and in bed with another man was not something anyone would expect to happen. Then again, it wasn't the first time he had to deal with an embarrassing circumstance like this. Churchill had developed a weird and rather creepy habit of walking on him and America every time he felt like it and didn't even bother to fake a surprised look.

"I'd like to inform you that your time with my country is over now, Mr. United States. I wish to talk with Arthur, so I politely ask that you leave." Loki stated. His eyes were as cold as ice, a too forced-neutral expression on his face.

"Loki? What happened?" England asked concernedly. He could see the depression and sadness twisted in those emerald eyes. The Brit had grown accustomed to that face, after all. He had seen it countless times in his glory days as the British Empire, when he looked in the mirror on the wall.

"I'll tell you when he leaves." The God replied, wrinkling his nose. "Oh wait, I don't want to get into an argument with the United States now. Pardon me, Sir." As Loki said that, America felt himself being embraced by darkness and when he opened his eyes, he was back at the White House. Thank god he was, for some reason or another, now in a fully dressed state. Still, he was confused as hell. He cursed.

"So tell me, what has bothered you?" England, now dressed in his pajamas, asked while sitting down on the edge of the bed with Loki.

The God didn't say anything at first, instead leaning in and resting his head in England's lap. The British nation was unfazed by that now-usual action and brought a hand up to comb through his King's raven locks like he had done so many times in the past with Canada and America. It was a natural thing for him to do. Loki accepted the comforting gesture and let his eyes flutter closed.

"Steve said people in the UK don't love me." He exhaled slowly, voice wavering. "I would seem he doesn't like me anymore either."

The island nation was rather taken aback by that. He knew Steve was a polite and upstanding young man. So how could he say such things? But then again, he was Captain America. And America could sometimes be clueless and harshly cruel too. It must have something to do with being a personification of the same country.

"Listen, Loki." England said gently, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Loki's ear. "I am the United Kingdom, I know what my- no, our people think. They all love you, truly love you. You should not let anyone tell you otherwise. And you must know that I would not let anyone take away the crown that easily, had they not proven they were good enough for the throne. Why don't you think about the fact that I didn't kick you out of the palace the first time we met? I don't just obediently serve anyone who has the crown on their head, you know. And you always tell me that you do what you want, right? You are fearless, noble and strong, my King. You have to remember that."

Loki stiffed a little and then started to relax. He just laid still like that for a while and then slowly looked up to meet England's warm gaze. Green met green, and both smiled.

"My mother was right. I should have asked you before I let myself drown in misery and insecurity like that." Loki sighed. "A country would never lie to his King right, Arthur?"

"Never." England replied warmly. "You must be tired now. Sleep, my King. I'll stay here with you." He said before he started to hum an old nursery rhyme. The tone was a bit sad and yet peaceful. Even Loki could feel its ancient melody through those harmonious notes. It was as if calling for memories of days that had long been out of reach. With a sigh of relief, he closed his eyes and let his country's sweet voice lure him into a carefree sleep.

AN: Loki feels...*explode* The last chapter will be up tomorrow :D