Hello ^_^

Thankyou for the reviews - they have been most appreciated :D Unfortunately it's hard to reply to them as I am having to balance this with exams.

This will probably be my last update before half term so the next one will be super long to compensate for these two short ones :)

Onwards with chapter 3!

21st May

9:00am

It has been almost a week since the "incident" avec mon enemy France, and I have said nothing about it to America.

However, talking to America has been a little...difficult lately.

Today is the 21st of May. Nothing special. Just a normal day.

Sadly, in yet another one of America's crazy ideas this is not the case.

According to him, today is Judgement day.

And at 6pm, the world will end.

So now I have a paranoid America running around with a Bible and a banner advertising judgement day.

This is what I have to put up with.

12:27pm

I WILL KILL HIM ONE DAY.

Thanks to this Harold Camping guy I doubt I will ever be able to walk again.

America comes up to me with a very familiar smile on his face.

The "I want you now" smile.

There was me thinking he had come to his senses.

But then he turns and whispers in my ear,"Lets go at it like it's the last night on Earth."

Before I knew it I was on the bed with a very hungry looking America tearing my clothes off.

And...I think you get the idea.

For 2 hours.

If Jesus could hurry up with his arrival I would be truely grateful.

1:05 pm

Dear God,

Please may you aim this rapture at France?

And instead of having one per country, France could just have a rapture every hour?

Thanks, England xxx

2:41 pm

America called an "Emergency Final Meeting" with all the allies.

It was incredibly awkward.

Rather that laughing at America's attempt to hold back tears as he delivered a shocking speech, all I could do was feel France's heavy gaze on me. Everytime I looked at him he'd wink or bite his lip like a freak.

Why can't he take a hint? I thought the whole punching him in the face would've given him the message.

As soon as the meeting ended, I ran out of the room and went straight home.

America came later and asked me what was wrong.

I just told him it was nothing. Lies.

He just assumed I was frightened about the whole Judgement Day thing and by that point I had given up telling him it was a load of rubbish and just agreed.

We just sat together and snuggled for about half an hour.

He can be sweet when he wants to be.

3:45 pm

America is driving me crazy with this Judgement day nonsese.

Owww my head hurts.

He does realise that I have many more important things to worry about.

Like for example, the Queen.

I could barely sleep the other night I was so worried for her safety.

Still, her visit to Ireland will hopefully help us meet them halfway.

4:05 pm

America is clinging to me like crazy.

He keeps going on about he wants to "spend his last moments with me".

Still, it could be worse.

It could be France.

Uggghh the very thought of him makes me feel sick.

I seriously need to tell America.

But how?

That's it, I'm getting myself a cup of tea.

6:33 pm

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

I really regret deciding to tell America about my french sexual harassment.

It was 5:59 pm, and America was holding on to me tighter than ever as we sat on the sofa together, as the countdown to the Apocalypse began.

And as always, America always makes me do stupid things.

So in the last 10 seconds, we each had to confess to something we'd done.

Apparently thats the proper thing to do when you're about to die.

We were meant to have 5 seconds each to confess and at the last second we were meant to kiss.

Seriously, this is what goes on in America's head.

So it got to ten seconds and I was to go first. So I took a deep breath and told him.

"I got molested by France last week!" I said as quickly as possible. America froze.

"What?" he asked before bursting into laughter. I smiled awkwardly trying to think of the best possible way to tell him that this wasn't a joke.

"One." All of a sudden, he was kissing me like he had never before. We stayed like that for a few seconds before America finally realised.

"Hey...were...WE'RE ALIVE!" He was laughs and smiles again, and was practically crying with joy.

Idiot.

"Now what was that joke again?" he asked enthusiastically. I laughed awkwardly.

"Erm...I wasn't joking...France...he kind of...kissed me..." I finally told him.

If looks could kill I would've been dead by the glare he gave me.

"He what?" he asked again sounding angry.

"I-I punched him a-and ran though! I didn't accept it!" I stammered, not wanting to die (seeings how I had just survived a rapture).

"France just loves to piss me off, doesn't he?" he growled. I had an urge to say the same thing about America, but restrained myself. All of a sudden, America had a phone held up to his ear.

Oh no.

He wasn't.

"Hey France, I was wondering if you could come with me to a party in England? Drinks on me!"

Crap.

"Yeah it's tomorrow, about 7pm...sounds great! See you there!" America hung up. "No one touches MY England and gets away with it."

This isn't going to go down well.

Why the hell do I put up with America?

Although I do kind of like it when he's possesive...

But still!

France is going to be here tomorrow.

Maybe the world really will end...

Dun dun DUUUUUUUUN!

Yay for unnessecary build up ^_^

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Sayonara ;) xoxoxoxoxoxox