Chapter Seven

"Do you have a reservation, sir?" asked a women at the check in desk. "Yes ma'am," America answered. "Jones/Kirkland for 6 o'clock." The lady smiled as she looked in the reservation book. "Here it is. Ok Mr. Jones. Your table is ready. Come this way." He followed the woman, who's name seemed to be JoAnne, as it said on her name tag. When they approached the table, America sat down. "Would you like something to drink, sir?" she asked. "Water please." She nodded once and walked off.

America had gotten to the restaurant five minutes early to prepare himself for what he was about to do. As each minute passed by, his heart started beating faster and faster. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He even tried sipping on water. It worked a little.

America worked so hard to make sure he looked his best. He had to go out to get a new suit and tie. He wore a red tie, with a white undershirt, and a stunning blue suit (haha! get it? red, white, and blue XD). He had bought a beautiful red rose for England while he was out.

About ten minutes after he showed up, America felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around with a smile, thinking it was England. But when he looked up, he saw that it was Belarus. "Oh, he Belarus!" America said. "What are you doing here?" A sweet smile appeared on her face. "Oh, I just came here for dinner and saw you were here, so I decided to say hi!" "Oh, well it was nice to see you, but I'm kinda in the middle of..."

America was stopped. Without hesitation, Belarus had jumped to the climax of her plan. She kissed America, and wouldn't allow him to break free. America, struggling, finally gotten away from her lips.

"What the hell, Belarus!" America shouted, wiping the ruby red lipstick from his mouth. He then turned around to see England standing at the doorway, in horror. He couldn't believe what he just saw. The love of his life, KISSING someone else. With tears filling in his eyes, he quickly ran out the door, America chasing after him.

"Iggy!" he yelled. "Iggy, wait! Let me explain!" But he was out of sight. America stopped running and stood on the sidewalk, staring into the darkness, no longer able to see England. "Why did this have to happen," he whispered to himself. "And tonight of all nights."

America could hear Belarus running towards him, so he quickly spun around. And boy, was her angry! "YOU BITCH!" he screamed at her. She stopped in her tracks. Turning his hands into fists, he stomped towards her. She stepped backwards, only to trip on her own foot and fall to the ground. "You ruined EVERYTHING!" Belarus was now trembling. "I was going to propose tonight! And now Iggy thinks I'm cheating on him!" America's eyes filled with tears.

"Why Belarus?" he asked, a whimper in his voice. "Why would you do this to me?" Belarus started crying. "Because," she hesitated. "Because I love you!" America stood in shock. He started shaking his head rapidly. "Nonononononono!" he screamed. "It wont happen Belarus! It will NEVER happen!" Belarus shook in America's shadow from the light of the street lamp. "England's the one I'm in love with. HE'S the one I want to be with! AND YOU RUINED IT!" Belarus sobbed. "I'm sorry," she muttered under her breath. "I'm so sorry." America glared at her for a second, and ran away, not looking back.

The next day, both America and England didn't show up to the world conference. Everyone had send France out to find them. He looked everywhere for them. America's house. England's hotel room. Every restaurant in D.C. But they were nowhere to be found.

France was just about ready to give up, when he suddenly saw England storm by him. "Britain?" he said confused. England didn't hear him. "Britain! What are you doing?" France asked. "I'm ending it!" he shouted, not even turning around. "I'm ending my life!" What!? France screamed in his head. In a split second, he dashed the other way, trying to find America.

France ran passed a bar downtown, quickly glancing inside. Stopping about five yards from the bar, France realised something. He thought he saw a man in there, laying his head on the counter, wearing a brown jacket with a huge white "50" on the back... just like what America wears. He turned around, running back to the bar.

As he burst through the door, he shouted. "America!" America slowly lifted his head, revealing his puffy red eyes. He was clearly crying. "What do you want France?" he asked sickly. "It's Britain! He's going to kill himself!" America jumped from his seat. "WHAT!? Where is he?!" "He's heading for the cliffs! He's going to jump!"

America knew what he had to do. He had to stop England from ending his life. In an instant, he was out the door and heading for the cliffs.