Chapter Three

Canada stood in shock. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "England?! You're in love with England!?" he shouted. America nodded. He didn't know if he should be happy or scared. "Are you CRAZY!?" Canada yelled. He raised his hand, and struck America across the face.

America didn't do anything about it. He just sat there, hand covering the cheek Canada had smacked, tears rolling down his face. Not from the pain (because it didn't hurt that much), but of sadness from Canada's slight disapproval. He knew Canada wasn't too happy with England. He did forget to give him a ride to the last world conference.

Canada stood there covering his mouth. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes. He got down to his hands and knees, nearly crying. "A-America. I'm so sorry," he sobbed. "I didn't mean to slap you." America was silent for a while, wiping the tears from his eyes. "It's ok, Mat. I had a feeling you were going to."

Canada got up from the floor and looked at America. There was a large hand print placed where he had slapped him. He cleared his throat and spoke up. "What do you like about him?" he asked, taking a seat next to America. "Everything! His laugh. His smile. His eyes." A smile started to form on America's face as he stared out the window.

He must've been staring out the window for at least ten minutes, because after a while, he could feel him being shook and he could hear Canada yelling, "America! Can you hear me!?" America came back to reality. "Huh? What? Oh! Sorry Canadia." Canada sighed. "You really are in love with him, aren't you?" The smile that appeared on America's face had suddenly turned into a frown as he nodded. "Are you gonna tell him?" Canada asked. "I don't know, Mat. I want to, but I'm afraid he won't feel the same."

Canada placed a hand on America's back and said, "You never know if you don't try." A huge grin spread across America's face. "You're right!" he yelled, jumping to his feet. "I'll tell Iggy how I feel!" "America, shh! It's three o'clock in the morning," Canada whispered. America stopped laughing and just smiled. Canada smiled back. "Ok. I'll tell him when I get the chance."

When Canada left, America tried going to sleep, but he couldn't. He was too excited. He was excited that he was going to see England again tomorrow. Instead of trying to get some sleep, he decided to try figuring out how he was going to tell England how he felt. He finally decided to just tell him straight out.

The next morning, America got to the conference early. He wasn't the first one there this time. China was already there, as well as Austria. America sat down and layed his head down. He was exhausted after the sleepless night he had just encountered. He must've dozed off for a little while, because when he opened his eyes, everyone was already there, staring at him. America lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. Then he noticed that he had just passed out.

"Whoa! How long have I been out?!" he shouted. "Well, we all showed up about five to ten minutes ago. But Chine and Austria have been here for an hour, and said you've been asleep for about forty-five minutes," Germany said. "Oh. Well at least I woke up in time for the meeting," America laughed. Germany nodded and stood up. "So, we will now start this meeting."

As usual, everyone took out their pads and pencils, ready to take notes again. For the first time during the world conference, America had actually taken out his pad and pencil. But he didn't take any notes. Throughout the meeting, America had laid his head on his hand, drawing England's name in little hearts all over his paper.

America had let out a small loving sigh, which came to England's attention. America hadn't noticed that England was looking down at his notepad. He noticed the hearts all over the page. Well that explains why the bloody fool has been acting so strange. He must have a little crush on someone. He then noticed that the name in the hearts was his!

England gasped, making the people around him turn their heads towards him. England looked at everyone and stood up. "I am terribly sorry. But I just realised France and I had forgotten something." France looked at England with confusion. "Excusez-moi?" England glared at France. "Yes, France. I had some important information I needed to tell you." France realised what England was trying to do, and played along. "Oh, oui! I remember you mentioning something like that." France got up and followed England out the conference room doors.

Once they walked far enough where they were sure nobody could hear, France started yelling. "What is the matter with you! We were in the middle of a very important meeting!" England took a deep breath. "I caught America drawing my name in hearts, all over his notepad," he finally admitted. An excited smile made its way across France's face. "Oh, Angelterre! How wonderful!" England blushed. "Are you gonna tell Amerique your true feelings?" France asked. England shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I will tell him."

France and England started walking back to the conference room. As they walked through the doors, they heard America yelling. "Yo dudes! I just invited everybody to lunch! My treat!" England smiled and thought to himself, This is perfect! I can tell America during lunch!

He smiled the whole ride there... untill he found out where they were going. A disgusted look appeared on England's face as the bus drove into the parking lot of McDonald's. As he stepped off the bus, he gagged at the scent of greasy fries and hamburgers. Deal with it! This is for America!

England walked into the building and sat down, not even bothering to get in line. America, of course, was in the front of the line. Once he had gotten what he wanted, he walked over to England, holding a huge bag.

"What the bloody hell is in that bag?!" England asked. America burst out laughing. "Hamburgers dude! What else would it be?!" America sat down across from England and started eating the burgers and fast. After about sixteen burgers, he looked at England a said, "Want one, Iggy?" England wrinkled his nose and shook his head rapidly. America shrugged, then continued to eat.

When he finished eating, he wiped his face and looked into England's eyes. Then smiled. England smiled back. "America, I have something i need to tell you." America's smile vanished as he began to open his mouth. "I need to tell you something too." England restrained himself from his confession. "Ok, you go first."

America took a deep breath and said, "Iggy, I, ow!" England jolted in back in his seat. "Are you ok?" America nodded. "I'm fine. Just had a quick shot of pain in my left arm. Ok, so as I was saying. Iggy, I, OW!" America grabbed on to his chest. "Somebody call an ambulance!" he shouted. "I think I'm having a..."

America collapsed on the floor. England quickly knelt next to him. "America?! AMERICA!? Somebody call an ambulance, and quick!"