A/N Epic here! Well, I've noticed that I've written the majority of the chapters in this fic, sooooo... I CLAIM THIS FIC'S VITAL REGIONS.

Also, someone requested a three-way pocky game- well, two actually -and I have to turn it down, because basically I don't think that it's possible...? Although, the other two ships on your list WILL happen- I have laid claim to both of them, heh heh... XD

As Sweden, Finland, and Sealand left, the World Conference grew suddenly somber.

"I didn't know that people could leave," said Latvia, edging nervously toward the door. Russia smiled suddenly at him, and Latvia instantly clutched at Estonia's arm in fear.

"They can't," Hungary said, tipping her chair onto the back two legs. "I just let them because Finland said he needed to paint Sealand's room or something, and Sweden has to make furniture."

Poland raised a hand. "I, like, have to go do, like, my makeup...?"

Hungary rolled her eyes. "Too bad, Poland. You're staying."

Poland sat back in his chair, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest. "But, like, I need to straighten my hair!"

"I don't care! Anyway, who's next?"

France raised his hand suddenly. "I would like to go," he said, smirking slightly.

Hungary turned to look at him. "Really? With who?"

France grinned. "England."

England blushed bright red. "Wh-wh-wh-wha... You bloody frog! I'm not doing it with you!"

France turned to face him, raising one eyebrow. "What, you don't want to go with... this?" He gestured to himself, causing Canada to blush.

"N-n-n-no I don't, you bloody wanker!"

"I've often wondered," mused France quietly, "why you say the opposite of what you mean?"

England blushed even harder, scooting his chair very far from the table and carefully avoiding America's suspicious blue eyes. "I-I-I don't know what you mean," he stammered.

"Oh, but you do~" said France, smiling. He suddenly stood up, then walked to England's chair and grabbed his hands, pulling him to his feat. "Now come, Anglais. We shall play the pocky game!"

England allowed himself to be dragged into the center of the room by France, but not before stopping at the table full of pocky.

"What flavor would you like to play with?" France asked, surveying the options in front of him.

"I-I don't c-care," stammered England, wishing he had a Harry Potter cloak to cover himself up with.

"Okay. Then, I will choose. Hm... how about just chocolate?"

"S-sure," stammered England. His face felt so red he was starting to wonder if he bore any resemblance to a certain South Italian.

France led England to the center of the room, then stuck the pocky in his partner's mouth. England captured it gently between his teeth, then suddenly realized- oh bloody hell -he would be so close to France's lips they would practically kissing. In fact, Spain and Romano had kissed!

Oh hell oh hell oh bloody hell. Sweat was beginning to bead on his brow, and he vaguely hoped that France couldn't see.

He glanced at France- he had been staring off into the distance -just in time to see him bite onto the other end of the pocky. He noted the familiar sexy blue eyes, the long, glossy hair, and the scruffy stubble that shouldn't be attractive but bloody was.

I can't do this, he thought to himself, feeling almost as if he would start shaking with nervousness. I can't I can't. He kept remembering that one night... when they had barely been more than kids... He shuddered at the thought, but he wasn't sure if it was with displeasure or... pleasure.

And then suddenly, France smiled at him. England blushed so hard he thought his face would literally catch fire. It almost felt like he had to physically fight the urge to break away, but by God was he going to win!

He took a deep breath, steeling himself, then began determinedly chewing forward. Some part of him realized that this was literally the stupidest thing he had ever done- and he had cosplayed himself at anime conventions -but still he kept chewing. This wasn't about looking stupid or not! This was about winning or losing! This was about honor!

He felt France's breath on his face and suddenly couldn't do it anymore. He jumped back, heart hammering so hard in his chest he thought it would jump right out.

France smiled, eating the tiny smidgen of pocky left. "I win!" he said. Prussia jumped over and high-fived him, and Spain yelled "Bad Touch Trio for the win!"

"What's your request?" asked Hungary, leaning forward in her seat.

France over-dramatically rubbed his lightly stubbled chin. "I want England to go on a vacation with me!"

Hungary nodded. "Good one. I almost thought you were going to ask for a date, which is literally what everyone asked for. Then I thought that you would ask if he'd do the sex with you-"

England blushed and pushed France away from him just at the thought of that.

"-but then you just asked for a vacation. How long do you want it?"

"Oh, at least a week," France said cheerily.

England spluttered. "WHAT?! A week?! I can't go away for a week! I... I have a job! And hobbies! And... and... stuff!"

France raised an eyebrow. "Would you rather do all those unimportant things, or... me."

England swallowed, flushing brightly. "Um... u-um..." He glanced at America guiltily. "I... I..."

America sighed. "Ugh, fine. Go on, go do your... weird thing with France." He glared at France suspiciously.

"R-really...?" England asked, absolutely confuzzled.

"Yeah. But, in exchange..." America leaned forward, grinning evilly. "I get to spend the week with Russia."

England opened his mouth to say something- he wasn't sure if it was a protest or not yet -but before he could, France popped up in front of him and said, "Sold!"

"Wha- No it's not!" England protested.

"Yes it is!" America said. "This is great! Did you hear what's happening, Russia?"

Russia nodded, smiling. "Da. It's exciting!"

"Da!" America agreed.

"Da!" agreed France.

"Noooooooooooooo!" England shouted, but no one really heard him, because they all knew he didn't mean it.

Viva: BWAHAHAHAHAAAA! AND PEOPLE SAY AMERICA'S DUMB.

A/N Yes, two updates in like one or two days or something I honestly can't remember. Be happy.

And France acting all fancy around England...? Tres cute~!