Chapter Five

It was a long few days for England while America was still recovering in the hospital. He couldn't pay any attention during conferences, and all he could think about was America. The only thing that made him happy was visiting America. He always greeted him with a kiss.

"Should we tell everyone?" England asked America during his last visit to the hospital. "Yeah dude! I think everyone deserves to know what happened." A worried expression appeared on England's face. "Everything?" America nodded. England's face turned bright red, and America noticed that something wasn't right. "What's wrong Iggy?" He couldn't speak. He didn't know how to explain what he was thinking. "Well... there's just one thing I don't feel comfortable telling everyone." America was a little confused. "What is it?" he asked.

England's face grew redder. Then he looked at America with a loving gaze, leaned in close, and gently kissed him. At that moment, America knew what England didn't want people to know (even though France had walked into them kissing), but he couldn't seem to pull himself away from England's lips.

With every kiss America got from England, he fell a little more in love with him. He was already deeply in love with him, even before they got together. But he was scared. What if all the other nations didn't approve. What if they started hating him!? He wasn't sure he wanted to tell everyone now. He even had a small thought of ending it with him right there.

No! He couldn't allow himself to think like that. He loved England. He was going to do everything to be with him. And now that he has him, he doesn't want to let him go. He couldn't let him go. Actually, he wouldn't let him go! He loved him so much. He went through so much stress to be with him, and he wasn't going to allow himself to lose him because he was scared about what others would think.

"I love you," America said. "I love you so much! And I can't believe how lucky I am to be with you," England blushed. "I love you too! I have been for a long time." England went closer to America and kissed him again. At that moment, a nurse stood at the doorway and coughed. England stopped kissing America and looked at the nurse with anger in his eyes. "Sorry to interrupt," she apologized. "But visiting hours are over. It's time for you to leave Mr. Kirkland."

England looked at America with a sad expression. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay next to America. Always. "Do you know when you get out?" he asked. America shook his head. England sighed. "Ok. I'll see you tomorrow then." England kissed America on the cheek. Saying goodbye, England left the hospital.

England had a long, nearly sleepless, night. About two hours. That's all the sleep he got. The next morning, at the last world conference, England was exhausted. With the lack of sleep he got, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was the first on who showed up to the conference, so he decided to lay his head down on the table while he waited for everyone to show up.

About five minutes after England had started resting his head, he felt two hands on his shoulders and heard a familiar voice. "Looks like someone didn't get much sleep," he said. England jolted up and turned his head to see America's loving face. A huge smile spread across his face. "You were too busy thinking about me, weren't you Iggy?" America laughed. The smile quickly faded as England spun around, leaving America's gaze, face flushing a bright red. He knew America was right.

"Shut up, you stupid git!" he blurted out. America laughed and hugged England from behind. England got up from his chair and hugged America. Then he looked at him. He looked into his sparkling blue eyes. England's heart began to race right before he kissed America.

They stopped kissing when they heard the doors open. "Ohonhonhon! I see you two love birds are finally expressing yourselves in public." England glared at France. "Shut the bloody hell up you bloody fucking frog! This has nothing to do with you." France laughed. "You are forgetting that I am the country of l'amour, you black sheep of Europe!" England raised his hand, about read to smack the living hell out of France, when suddenly, America grabbed England's hand and whispered into his ear, "There's no need for violence. Although I find it sexy when you're angry."

England could feel his face starting to get red, so he lowered his hand and covered his face. He quickly turned around and sat down before France could see him blush, but it was too late. "Ohonhonhon, looks like somebody is blushing," France laughed. "Shut your mouth, you stupid frog!" England shouted. "I don't want to get any bloody warts in my ears from your obnoxious voice!" France laughed once again. "Oh, Britain. Your insults are becoming more and more creative!"

After about fifteen minutes of fighting, England and France had noticed that everyone was starting to show up. The last nations to show up were Germany and Italy. They arrived with Italy riding on Germany's back. "See Germany!" Italy shouted. "I told you everybody would be here already." Germany grunted, setting Italy down where he normally sits, then walked over to his own seat.

Germany cleared his throat and started to speak. "Before we start the last meeting, would anyone like to say something?" It was silent. Then Italy slowly raised his hand. "What is it, Italy?" Germany asked. Italy smiled and shouted, "PASTAAAA!" Germany sighed and said, "Ok. Now let's get this meeting done and over with."

Everyone was ready for Germany's "last meeting" speech. Except for England and America. They kept glancing at each other with loving smiles. After three hours of talking, Germany finally started to finish up the meeting. "And that concludes the world conferences for this year. You aer all dismissed." America quickly jumped from his chair and yelled, "Wait everyone! I have something very important to tell you." He looked at England, who was beginning to blush.

The people who got up from their chairs sat back down to hear what America had to say. America cleared his throat and got ready to speak. "Ok. So I bet everyone was wondering why I've been acting so strange. "A few heads nodded. "Well. It's because... I fell in love." Everyone was now fully paying attention. "That's right dudes! I'm in love. And you know with who!?" There was a long silence. "England. I fell in love with England."

Many people looked at America and England with shock. England stood up and hugged America, then looked at him and said aloud, "I love you," then kissed him in from of everyone. "Aw! Germany! Isn't that so cute!" Italy shouted. "...adorable..."

Belarus sat there. Angry... and a little sad. She couldn't take much more. She instantly jumped from her chair and ran out the door. Everyone watched. Then France stood up and said, "Excusez-moi for a moment," and followed Belarus out the door.

"Belarus!" he shouted. "Belarus! Hold on!" Belarus turned around to look at France, tears rolling down her face. "Belarus? What is the matter?" Belarus glared at France. "You know what the matter is! You know that I fell in love with America after I gave up on my brother! I told you that the night I stupidly decided to sleep with you!" France glared back. "And you do not think that I do not love Britain!? Because I do! But you got to move on. They're happy together, and that's all that matters."

Belarus didn't want to hear the "get over him" shit. In an instant, she stormed out of the building.