Chapter 3

I was nervous, and it showed. I couldn't sit still as I waited; I could barely stay awake. I hadn't slept all night. I was too busy thinking of what to say and everything that could go wrong. It was times like these that led me to have short nails.

I sat in a small café waiting for Americato arrive. I jumped and turned to look at the door each time the bell jingled. I kept waiting for France to walking in also. 'I doubt he would come somewhere so… low class as he would say,'

I jumped and spun round for about the thousandth time and finally saw him. America looked like he always did; smiling and just perfect. Being a nation all his wounds and such had healed over night, he was as good as new.

My heart beat faster as he came to sit with me. I momentarily forgot how to breathe and felt like I would start hyperventilating any moment.

"Hey England," His voice was so soft and kind; it bought me back from my fears.

"America…" I couldn't say much, my throat just closed up and prevented any sound escaping.

America noted my nervousness and stretched his hand out to place it on my face. I took this time to breath, to feel everything. The panic left me as his hand rested on my face. I opened my eyes again to look at him.

"Yes…" was all I could get out.

It was all America needed to hear too. After he realized what I meant, he had his lips on mine. I sighed into the kiss and my lips slid easily against his, this felt… right. He pulled back slowly and looked at me, his forehead on mine.

He stole another chaste kiss before sitting back down. I was a little flustered but felt better about everything. We sat in silence for a while and just stared at each other. America had this goofy grin on his face and a bright flare in his eyes.

"And what of France?" He said suddenly.

"That's… well… you see…" I didn't know how to explain it but America seemed to understand what I meant.

"So you're going to date us both till you can get out of the arrangement with France?" I nodded, more could be added to that but I didn't have the words right now.

"Yes… that's one way to put it," I smiled and sat up straight again, "Just… France doesn't need to know about us…"

"Don't have sex with him till I get to do you and I'll keep it a secret," America said casually.

I laughed softly and agreed to his request. We stayed for, I guess by that time it would be brunch, and what you could call our first date. During this time America made me laugh and smile the most I have in the last three months.

I felt relived, in a sense free. 'Well he is the land of the free,' I defiantly felt like a weight had been taken off my shoulders but I knew it wouldn't last long with what was coming up.

"So are you coming to my birthday party?" America dropped into our conversation.

"I want to…" I trailed off and looked slightly guilty.

"But he doesn't want you too…" America seemed annoyed by this, "He is invited too so you could both come,"

"Seriously, you're ok with that?" I could hear that poisonous tone behind his words.

"Sure… as long as you are there!" He smiled brightly at me and I felt a little less worried.

"Ok… I'll see what happens!" I checked my watched at nearly panicked at the time, "Bloody hell! I really have to run,"

"Ok," America said and stood up too.

As I went to walk past him he grabbed my hand and pulled me back for a kiss. This time it went a little further as his tongue made it into my mouth. I panted slightly and held the front of his boomer jacket.

"Whoa…" He muttered as we broke apart.

I blushed darkly before kissing him again and leaving. I could see his smile out of the corner of my eye before I left. I felt so good to be the one to make him smile like that again. I checked my watch again and worried slightly.

I was meant to be meeting France to go shopping at 12 but it was nearly 12.30. I quickened the pace and was thankful that it wasn't too far away. As I came to the shopping centre I was glad to find France still there; though he did look slightly annoyed.

I ran up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Though I smiled I felt guilty… but who was I feeling guilty for? France turned around to face me and smiled before pecking me lightly on the lips. It worried me when he frowned, his eyes on my lips.

"What did you just eat?" I panicked slightly and wondered if I tasted like America.

"Oh… um just some stuff at a café…" I felt my chest tighten.

"Is that where you were?" France smiled a bit before adding, "You should have invited me!"

I suddenly had visions of France watching me and America making out. France shrugged off my lateness and strange taste, meaning I could relax for now. He took my hand and we made our way through the shopping centre.

France claimed that we were shopping for new furniture, home décor and clothes but I knew he was using it as a date also. 'Lucky me… two date's in one day,' I thought sarcastically. It wasn't until France shook me that I realized I was lost in thought.

"Uh… yes?" I asked, looking back up at France.

"I was thinking… well… we've been together for nearly a year now and I don't think this relationship will end any time soon," France paused and I knew exactly where he was taking this.

"No," Was all I said and frowned at him.

"What!? You don't even know what I going to say!" I raised an eyebrow and looked around the shop we had walked into.

"Yes I do," And made a gesture to the jewellery shop.

"Why not?" He groaned, "I want something on you that says you are mine…"

His words shocked me slightly. I didn't want this; I wanted to be getting out of this relationship. I stared at him and thought for a while. I just wanted to say no to all of it but he wasn't going to let me leave without something.

"How about a simple promise ring…" I suggested making France smile.

"Oh yes~ and we could get it engraved… what should it say?" He thought about this as we made our way to the promise ring section.

I looked over the heart and flower and simple circle rings there but one really caught my eye. A simple heart with a crown above it; in the centre of the heart were two gems; an emerald and a sapphire.

"That one…" I said, getting France's attention.

"It's perfect for you, Angleterre," France said and quickly called an assistant over.

It was taken out of the case and handed to France. He turned to me and took my hand. It fitted perfectly and looked amazing. I looked up at France and he smiled.

"It really is parfait!" France exclaimed.

It wasn't long before we left the shop, the ring still on my finger. I couldn't stop myself from looking at it every two seconds. France noticed this and chuckled lightly.

"What?" I said with a pout.

"Oh nothing~ I'm just happy!" France kissed me again but pulled back with an odd expression again, "really what did you eat? You taste like… like… bagels,"

"I… um had one at that café I mentioned earlier," I prayed that France bought that story; well in a sense I did after the kiss America gave me.

"Huh…," France leant down and kissed me again, this time deeper.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see someone watching us and quickly pushed France away. I tried to keep my eyes on France, as not to alert him. As we turned the other way I swung my head around to look at America.

He raised an eyebrow at me and I bit my lower lip while making a sign for him to get out of here. If America and France met right now there might be a blood bath. America just smiled and shook his head.

"Hey… want to get something to eat?" France said, bringing my attention back to him.

"Um… just some tea for me I think…" I looked back to find America had disappeared.

"Very well maȋtresse," France said as he led me to a tea shop I liked here.

We sat in the shop, enjoying each other's company till he showed up again. He sat on a bench outside the shop, his eyes on me. He was smiling and I frowned at him. I wanted to make some sign for him to get lost but knew it would get France's attention.

Instead I had to split my attention. I listened to France and made conversation whilst I watched the signs of 'I love you,' and other things America made. I was trying so hard not to laugh and draw attention to him I nearly choked on my tea.

"Um, France," I said and he looked up at me.

"Oui England?" he said, taking the fork out of his mouth.

"I did some thinking and came to the conclusion that… we should go to America's Birthday party," I looked down at my tea and fidgeted slightly.

"Ok… if that's what you want to do," France said almost childlike.

I was relieved that he was ok with this. I let my eyes wander back to America who was now pouting at me. France must have been watching me and I didn't even realize I was smiling.

"What's got your attention?" France began to turn and I panicked.

The only thing I could do was grab his face and kiss him. France thankfully closed his eyes and kissed me back. I made frantic movements for America to get out of here and he finally got the hint and left.

"Wow… You haven't kissed me that energetically in a while," France smiled slyly and I pulled away, "If we're going to America's birthday party I believe we should buy him a present right?"

"Yea… Let's go," I said quietly.

This was going to be difficult; juggling two boyfriends that just about hated each other. Oh god… I doubt I'm going to get any relaxation time now.

A/N: Welcome to the end of Chapter 3! What did you think? Not too shabby I think; it took me a while to get the idea but once I had it, it didn't take me long to write! I really enjoy writing this fan fiction for you guys, it's just fun ...