Chapter Six
Months had passed. And soon enough, those months turned into years. Before England and America realised it, they had been together for almost seven years. It was unbelievable! Seven years together. No Fighting. No bickering. No jealousy. Everyone was starting to realise America and England were perfect for each other. Except for Belarus (who was still not over America).
One day, while Canada was vacationing in Washington D.C, he decided to go for a walk in town. During his walk, he spotted America, looking into the window of a jewelry store, about to go inside. "America!" he yelled. America looked over to see Canada running towards him. "Hey, Canadia! What's up dude?" he asked. When Canada finally caught up to America, he bent over slightly, grabbing his knees and trying to catch his breath.
"What are you doing here?" America asked. "The world conferences don't start for another week." When Canada had finally caught his breath, he stood up straight and smiled at him. "Oh, I just wanted to show up early to enjoy a little bit of a vacation before having to do important stuff." "Well we should chill together sometime." Canada nodded in agreement. "We should," he said with a smile on his face. Then he had a sudden spark of confusion and curiosity.
"Uh...America?" he said. "Yeah dude?" Canada was quiet for a moment. "W-why were you about to go into a jewelry store?" he asked nervously, and full of suspicion. America's face flushed red, and he suddenly started to sweat. "Uh...well...um..." He couldn't speak. He didn't want anyone to find out what he was going to do. But that didn't work out too well. Because of America's hesitation to answer, Canada found out what was going on, and he gasped in excitement.
With a wide smile on his face, Canada shouted, "You're going to ask England to marry you!?" America nodded, face turning redder than before. Now Canada was jumping up and down with excitement. "Oh...my...God! This is so amazing! You and England, getting married and spending the rest of your lives together!" America quickly covered Canada's mouth. "Shhh! Keep your voice down dude!" Canada removed America's hand from his mouth and looked at him, confused. "Why?" he asked. America pointed across the street.
Canada followed the direction of America's finger to see England walking on the other side. England hadn't noticed America and Canada were across the street. He walked to the cross walk and saw America talking to...something. Himself maybe? With all the excitement, England ran across the street, not even looking to see if there were any cars. Luckily there wasn't.
"America!" he shouted. "Hey, America!" England had a huge smile on his face. He was happy to see America before the conference. "Hey Iggy!" America exclaimed. He hugged England and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I can't believe you came early, too! Mattie here came here early for a vacation." England had a puzzled look on his face. "Who?" "Mattie!" he said, pointing at Canada. England looked to where America was pointing, saw no one, then looked back at America, even more puzzled. "You know, the guy who lives about me...Canada!"
England started laughing. "And you make fun of me for my magical friends who in face ARE real!?" America was now laughing. "Dude, your magical friends don't even exist! They're just a figure of your imagination!" America was now on his knees, hugging his sides, bursting out laughing. England had a quick burst of anger. The, of sadness. Tears were slowly rolling down his face. America, still laughing, looked up to see England crying. In an instant, he stopped laughing and stood up. He then lifted England's head up.
"I'm sorry, Iggy. I didn't mean it," he apologized. Then he slowly, and gently kissed him. When he stopped, he looked into England's emerald eyes and sweetly smiled. "If you believe they're real, then they're real," America said, wiping the tears from England's eyes. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." England smiled as he also looked into America's sky blue eyes. He wrapped his arms around America's neck, and kissed him passionately.
"Ahem," Canada coughed. America quickly turned around to look at Canada. "Sorry bro. I forgot you were there." Canada sighed. "It's ok. I'm used to it." Canada laughed a little bit at his comment. "I'm gonna go now. See you later?" America nodded and yelled, "See you later, dude!" Canada waved goodbye as he walked away.
America turned back around to look at England. "Well it's about time for lunch. Wanna go out to eat?" America asked. "Sure, as long as it's not McDonald's," England joked. "But I have one question." "What is it Iggy?" England gulped. "Why were you standing outside a jewelry store?" England's face started turning slightly red. He though he already knew the answer. "Oh, no reason," America replied. "I was just walking when Mattie saw me and we stopped to talk. We ended up being in front of the jewelry store." America laughed a little.
"Oh," England said, embarrassed. His face was redder than when he was asking the question. America laughed again. "Oh, Iggy. You are so CUTE when you're embarrassed!" America shouted. England turned away from America's gaze and covered his face, which was now completely red. America wrapped his arms around England and kissed his very red cheek. "I love you so much Iggy." "I love you too, America," he said into his hands. "I know you do," America laughed. "Ready to go to lunch?" England nodded, and they started walking to the restaurant.
The next morning, America got up early. He quickly got dressed and ran out the door. He ran all the way to the jewelry store, as quick as he could be. He needed to get the ring before England saw him. He stormed into the store, tired and out of breath. "Ah, Mr. Jones," said the man behind the counter. "We've been expecting you." "Do...you...have...the ring?" America asked, still trying to catch his breath. "It's right here," said the man, holding out a small black box. America took the box, paid the man, then left the store.
The week went by fast. Soon enough, the first world conference had come. Not only that, but also the seven year anniversary since America and England had gotten together. Seven years! And every year, Belarus became more and more depressed. With each day that passed, she believe she would never be with America, and that there was no way she could ever be. Then, she suddenly got an idea. An evil, disgusting, backstabbing idea. But she couldn't do it alone. She needed the help of someone. Someone with just as much despair in their heart as she.
America, as usual, was the last one to show up to the world conference. As he made his entrance, he smiled at England. He gave him a quick hug from behind before going to his own seat. But he didn't sit down. He stood up, ready to speak. "Everyone!" he shouted. Everyone turned to look at America. "I'm happy to say that today is the seven year anniversary since Iggy and I had started going out." They all applauded ask England got up to kiss America.
"Iggy, since it's been seven years, I would like to take you out for a romantic dinner tonight at six." England smiled. "Sounds fun," he said. Smiling, America kissed England on the cheek and sat down. England put his chair right next to America's so that he could sit next to him during the meeting. He laid his head on his shoulder as America put his arm around him. England closed his eyes with a smile and dozed off.
"Iggy," America whispered into his ear. "Iggy wake up. The meeting's over." England slowly opened his eyes to see that the conference table was completely empty. Well, almost completely. France and Belarus were still there, staring at England and America. Then, all of a sudden, Belarus jumped from her chair. "France, can I have a word with you out in the hall?" she asked. France nodded and followed her out the door.
"What is it, Belarus?" France said when they left the conference room. "I need you to help me with something," she said. A look of confusion appeared on his face. "With what?" "I still love America, and I know you still have a thing for Britain, so don't try denying it!" France's face became red with anger and embarrassment. "So?" he asked. "So...I want you to help me split them up so we can be with them!"
France was now very curious. "And how do you suppose we do that?" A devilish smile appeared on Belarus's face as she whispered her diabolical plan in France's ear. An awful smile spread across France's face. "Ohon," he laughed. An evil laugh. "Ohonhon... Ohonhonhon... OHONHONHONHONHON!"