AN: Hello everyone! Man this story has gotten long, but I'm so glad you guys like it so much! I'll be really busy for the next couple weeks, so the next chapter probably won't be up until the first week of June (high school is horrible). Please review, it always helps to hear feedback since this story's so long, don't want to lose the main writing technique of it.

Enjoy!

America saw what he wrote and even he himself was amazed he admitted it. It felt like he had let something off his chest but also gave more things to carry. Was he really saying that he was bi? That he really liked men? His thoughts were cut off by his phone ringing, it was England. America quickly tried to pick up the phone, but lost grip of it and it fell. He launched himself at it and picked it up before it went to voicemail.

"H-Hello?"

"Alfred."

"Hey Iggy, what's up?"

"I was just calling to see how you were doing."

"Oh, I'm fine."

"Have you been eating and finishing all your meals?"

"Yes."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, why are you asking?"

"Well, I was talking to Kiku a few hours ago and he said you were acting strange, so I wanted to see if you were okay. He said you look healthier and you're finishing your meals quicker, I'm glad."

"Just curious Iggy, what did Kiku say about me?"

"Well, just that you seemed nervous or something similar to that. I also heard about the whole movie incident."

"Oh god…"

"What?"

"Nothing! Just mumbling."

"Why on earth do you still watch those scary movies when you know they scare the living daylights out of you?"

"Because they're awesome, that's why!"

"Ugh, I don't want to get into this conversation again. Just know that if anything happens, call me, okay?"

"Okay Mom, I will."

"Shut it with the 'Mum' crap you git!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Ugh. Bye Alfred."

"Bye Iggy!"

America hung up the phone. He couldn't believe that Japan told England about the movie incident. Well, it's not like he wasn't able to, but now what if England gets suspicious? Or worse…what if he told France? Suddenly, America heard a knock at the door that startled him.

"Come in," America said.

Japan came into his room.

"I just wanted to tell you dinner is ready."

America got up from his bed, and followed Japan to the kitchen. As they walked down the stairs, America could smell the cheesy goodness we all know as Kraft Mac and Cheese. It was one of his favorite meals to make before he started dieting, and seeing the meal itself brought back memories of the golden treat. America couldn't control himself, and he ate two plates full in less than 15 minutes and afterwards letting out a loud burp.

"That was great! Thanks for making it Kiku!"

America didn't notice that Japan was astonished by how much America ate. He'd barley finished half of his plate when America was done himself.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. You said you wanted some, and I found the box in the back of your pantry."

"I miss it, man am I stuffed," America said with a smile, then the word 'stuffed' started to echo in the back of his head, and slowly his smile turned to a frown. He was stuffed. Full. His 'diet instincts' kicked in realizing his ate a lot more in one sitting than he had been in a while, and that's when he started to not feel well. He remembered that things like butter, salt, cheese, and so on were in Mac and Cheese and how many calories he just took in and how every second his body was absorbing every gram of fat, he just sat there.

Japan noticed America didn't look well and said, "Alfred, are you okay?"

America was looking down and mumbled, "I…I ate so much…" sounding ashamed of himself that he failed once again.

"That's good," Japan responded, "Alfred don't feel bad. It just means you're getting your appetite back."

"No, that's not good," America said softly. It looked like it was easier for America to relapse than Japan thought.

"Alfred you actually ate the approximate serving size for one person."

America was silent, got up slowly, and started to walk away from the table. Japan followed him in fear of America going to throw up all of his food. Thankfully America was just going to the couch, and huddled into the fetal position.

"Alfred," Japan began.

"I'm fine," America quickly replied back.

"No you're not, you're upset," Japan said standing in front of America.

"I'm fine," America said turning over to where his face faced the cushion of the pillow, "I swear."

Japan sat next to America in silence after a couple minutes. Even though he hated making physical contact with anyone, America was his friend, and he decided to try and comfort him like he would when they'd watch a scary movie. He put his hand on America's head, and attempted to comfort him. America felt himself blush when Japan touched his head. America quickly sat up and got up from the couch.

"I'm just going to go to sleep okay?"

Japan didn't know how else to respond but nod. America headed up the stairs in the kind of silence where time slows down the closer you get to your destination, and once you get there, your mind speeds up to the current time speed. It was almost 10pm, but America didn't care. He turned off the lights, slipped into his boxers, and went to bed.

The next morning, America woke up and felt odd. He looked at his sheets and his face paled.

"Oh fuck."

He opened the door to the hallway, and noticed Japan wasn't up yet, so he quickly snuck his sheets downstairs to the washer before Japan heard him. He ran back upstairs to see Japan standing in the hallway with bed head as if he just woke up.

Japan yawned then said, "Good morning."

"O-oh Kiku, you're awake!"

"Well yes, your running woke me up."

"Oh, sorry."

"Why are you running at 7 in the morning?"

"I was just doing some laundry, you know, getting it done now than later."

"That's so unlike you."

"Well I just felt inspired to do it now," America said and quickly went right inside of his room and closed the door. He pressed his back against his door and slid down his body to where he was sitting on the ground and against the door.

"That didn't just happen," America said. He put his head into his hands and muffled, "That didn't just happen!"

He had a wet dream about Japan and could remember it as clear as day:

America was woken by the sun coming through his window. He got up and saw the sunlight had invaded the upper half of his room, and noticed someone standing at the front of his bed. It was Japan in a kimono. He said something that America couldn't make out, then he crawled onto the bed and kissed America. America said something, but everything that was said there was no sound. They looked at each other and smiled, then started kissing again. Japan stopped kissing America, sat up on the bed, and took off his kimono (seen by America in slow motion) to reveal there was nothing underneath. Japan got under the sheets with America to which they started making out and—

America stopped thinking about the dream, because he noticed that he was getting…excited. He started to panic and tried to think of gross stuff like, France naked. Yep, that did it. America officially knew he had to tell Japan about his feelings as soon as possible, but he didn't know how. What if he told him and then they couldn't be friends? Suddenly he heard his phone ringing, and he got up from being against the door to answer it. He looked at his phone and noticed it was Italy. It was odd that he called him, but whatever.

"Hello?" America answered.

"Hi America!" Italy answered. He knew that if Italy called him by his official name and not human name, the reason he called was something politically related.

"Hey Italy," he answered back in the same formal way, "what's up?"

"Not much, my boss wanted me to ask you some things though."

"Okay, fire away."

Their conversation went on for about half an hour until Italy was done.

"Thanks for the information, I've been meaning to call you all week but I just haven't had time," Italy said.

"Do you mean you've been putting this off until now?"

"Pretty much."

"Hey Feli?"

"Huh? What?"

"Umm, can I ask for some advice?"

"Sure!"

America knew that even though Italy couldn't actually pull off romantic things, he knew about them, and he'd rather ask him than France.

"So, I have this friend, and he thinks he's gay 'cause he has a crush on his other friend, and he wants to tell the guy he likes him but he doesn't know if the other guy is gay let alone that he likes him back."

"Hmm."

"Yeah."

"Well, what do you mean he thinks he's gay?"

"Well, this is the first guy he's ever had feelings for."

"Are they true feelings?"

"I think so."

"He should confess it to him! They could turn out to be each other's soul mate and be together forever! Or it just wasn't mean to be. Either way he can't keep those feelings in forever, they'll get harder and harder to repress. Just tell him to say it up front, and in a romantic way if possible with flowers and things!"

"Is there an alternative way to do this? He's scared it might ruin their friendship."

"He's just going to have to risk it."

This was just great. Knowing that at some point (apparently as soon as possible) he'd have to tell Japan the truth on how he feels made him terrified at what would happen. He doesn't even know if Japan likes guys!

"Okay, thanks for the advice! I'll talk to you later."

"Ve~! Okay, bye!"

"Bye."