"So you brought me here to discuss Amerique and Angleterre?" France sipped at his glass of wine. The two were stretched out on Canada's front porch finally after seven hours of the Canadian trying to explain where Canada was.

"Yes, you have noticed the sexual tension between the two, non?"

"Why of course, it is too easy to see. You would have to be an idiot to not see it." America is not the only idiot in this love situation Canada smirked at that thought.

"Well I witnessed that those fan fiction stories have been "affecting" how they act around each other. When I stopped by America after they sent him that Franada story, he's been acting weird around me. I realized from there that we could finally get them together."

"But it won't be easy as you zink you know. They have been struggling with their feelings for who knows how long? Even I'm not aware of ze case. Who liked the other anyway first?"

"I always thought it was England."

"I think it was ze American."

"Why America?" Canada tilted his head in confusion.

"Well.."

"France, what is love?" France looked behind him and smiled warmly at the American nation. He was only about 10 years old but he has already grown so tall compared to other nations. He felt like a proud brother. That was probably how England felt too.

"Well love is when two people really want to be together." he answered. "It's a wonderful and fabuleux thing."

"Have you ever loved someone France?" a small frown curved at France's lips and just at that question, he felt the tears corner his eyes. He smiled sadly at America and nodded.

"Yes, I have loved someone. She was brave and fought for what she truly believed in. However, as a nation, I was forced to watch her die in a cruel way."

"Oh.." America muttered, regretting to ask France. "No one lasts forever, huh?"

"Oui my ange." France decided to ask. "Why do you ask anyway?"

"I-It's nothing!" America chuckled a bit too suspiciously for the French nation to swallow.

"You don't have to be so shy, you can tell frère ainé anything." he gestured him toward a small arm chair and placed the small nation on his lap. "I promise not to tell anyone."

"You really promise?"

"I promise my ange. If I ever break this promise, then I'll slay my neck and hope to die."

"You're screwed."

"Shut up for a second and let me finish the story."

"Well I think I love England."

France chuckled at the comment. The American nation was just so adorable. "Why of course you would love him. You are family after all. It's like my love for you, Canada, and Angleterre."

America nodded quietly and pushed himself off the French's lap. "Thanks.."

"No problem my ange. Come talk to frère ainé anytime."

"Did you figure out then what he meant?"

"Not until later."

"Why are you asking me for your help?" France sipped at his wine as he stared into the cold harsh blue eyes that once looked so innocent. "You want to start a war with Angleterre?"

"Yes, I need this war."

"You will lose this war I'm afraid. I know how powerful and aggressive Angleterre is on the battlefield."

"I don't care. You're my older brother, you have to help me!"

"Tell me the real reason."

"Excuse me?" America narrowed his eyes at the French.

"You said so yourself so many times that you loved England. You wouldn't just leave like that."

"It's because-I don't want to be seen as his little brother anymore."

"Why him? You don't seem to mind calling me your frère ainé.."

"It's different." America muttered quietly. "It drives me nuts knowing I'm only seen as that. I want to be seen as something bigger, something more within his eyes."

"What are you saying Amerique?" France widened his eyes and he somehow, he felt like he knew the exact answer on the tip of the American's tongue.

"You know how i said I loved him long time ago. Well, I love him. In that way, yes." America blushed a bit and pretended to check the time on his pocket watch.

"I know understand why you asked me back then." America nodded and the two simply stared in space, an awkward tension between the two. France for one, couldn't believe he haven't figured it out so long ago. Angleterre was going to be heartbroken when the American called the Revolutionary war. America, on the other hand felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. He never was able to say that to anyone, not even to his brother, Canada.

"So he loved him since he was young, huh?" Canada muttered as France just finished the story. Now he understood why America always talked about England, the way his eyes shone even as he pretended to sound annoyed at him ever since they were little. He always figured England liked America first, probably around World War 2 but no, it has been going on since 1750.

"Oui. I couldn't believe it myself when I first heard that."

"Then why haven't America ever tried to win England over or confess already?"

"I believe he has given up. After all, lack of contact between the two, then Angleterre's alliance with Japan, World War 1 and 2, and so on. Angleterre is stubborn after all and unwilling to accept anything. I wouldn't be surprised if the American has."

"But I know America still loves England, I can see it."

"The whole world can see it but them. Stubborn England and America who has already given up is going to be hard to set up. Now, tell me your plan?"

"Well it'll take involvement of the rest of the nations. But basically, we'll send fanfiction stories and trigger different emotions. It'll be like a dating sim game. If we press the right buttons, they'll be together in no time."

"I'm not totally convinced but it does sound fun and it's worth a shot. Alright then Matthew." France smiled and shook the Canadian's hand. "How about a world meeting at my place so we can discuss with the rest? I also would like to get back the Bad Touch Trio as well."

Canada nodded. "Perfect. Make it an emergency world meeting."

America sighed and stared at his empty beer bottle in his hand. Maybe he shouldn't have acted like that around England. New thing to add on the list of "What upsets Artie."

Perhaps he should go apologize. Or at least explain why he acted that way. I mean, England really had nothing to do with the way he was acting. But it would be too embarrassing to explain. Yeah...I would just rather apologize.

I mean, how do you explain that he acted that way because he read a story about THEM acting like sweethearts around each other. Like oh hey England, I acted like that because I was reading this story about us saying I love you to each other and being totally romantic. He would either be slapped, kicked, or even worse. Forced to choke down one of his scones. Damn, that was a scary thought. He quickly reached for his phone and dialed..

"England? It's America."