My first request! xXFancyFootworkXx requested some America/Fem!Romano. I'm not sure how well I did on it... but I tried my best!

Song: I Won't Say (I'm In Love)

France whistled lightly as he walked down the upstairs hallway to his house. Everything was going according to plan today. As the self proclaimed Country of Love he took his job very seriously, and his job was to play matchmaker among his fellow countries...whether they liked it or not.

He reached a doorway and knocked lightly. "Is she ready yet?"

"Almost!" a voice called from the other side.

France heard the crunch of gravel that announced the arrival of a certain lucky nation. He grinned and ran down the stairs two at a time. Oh yes, everything was going according to plan.

Lovina grumbled as Poland put on one last dab of nail polish on her fingernails and fanned them lightly to dry them. Hungary hummed as she twisted up her hair into a knot, allowing a few curls to frame her face. Lovina bit her lip to keep from screaming. She was stuck inside one of France's dressing rooms (he had more than one apparently) being primped and prepared like some turkey for Thanksgiving all because she lost a stupid bet!

~Flashback~

"Hey Lovina! I read somewhere zhat tomatoes were a fruit!"

"You idiot! Tomatoes are vegetables!"

"Would you care to bet on zhat? If I'm right, you have to go on a date with-"

"THERE IS NO WAY I'M GOING ON A DATE WITH YOU!"

"Honestly cher, I wouldn't stoop so low as zhat to get a date. You'd 'ave to go on a date with someone else."

"Who?"

"It's a secret~."

"...Fine. If I win, you have to be England's slave for a month!"

~End of Flashback~

"Hmph! How was I supposed to know tomatoes were freaking fruit?" she moaned as Hungary and Poland finished their work. She glared at her reflection. Thankfully, Poland had applied minimal amounts of makeup so she didn't look like a clown. The only thing that stuck out were her ruby red lips that matched her dress. It was fairly modest, with short sleeves and a hemline that went down to her knees. But it hugged her slim build in all the right places and the shade of red complimented her tan skin.

Hungary held out a pair of red pumps to her and she reluctantly donned them. Poland clapped his hands in delight. "You are like, totes adorbs!" he squealed. Hungary nodded in agreement and reached into her pocket.

Lovina grabbed her hand. "NO. No pictures!"

Hungary pouted but gave in. "Fine, now it's time to go, I think he's here!" She glanced at Poland and they both began giggling.

Lovina glared at the two of them, "Will you tell me who my date is already?!" They shook their heads and began pulling her out of the room.

France reached the door and opened it, "Come in, you're right on time!" He moved aside to allow his guest room to enter. He was pleased to see that they had followed his instructions and dressed up.

"Thanks. Why'd you call me all the way out here?"

France shut the door and locked it, "Well, I need a favor... I need you to take Lovina out on a date!"

Wha?!"

France suppressed a smirk at the sight of their blushing face, "Merci! I knew you would understand!" He dragged the stupefied nation to the staircase.

Lovina felt her face heat up when she heard France talking to someone downstairs. She froze at the head of the staircase and couldn't be budged by Hungary or Poland. She saw France first, he was pulling someone along. He winked at her and pushed her date in front of him. Lovina's jaw dropped as she realized who her date was.

It was America.

He was dressed in a nice dress shirt and slacks. He gaped at her she noticed that his cheeks were red as well. Hungary must have gotten impatient because she pushed Lovina from behind. Lovina yelped and stumbled down the steps, only to be caught halfway by a pair of strong arms. Looking up, she realized she was inches away from America's face. She squirmed out of his grip and stared over his shoulder at France. France rubbed his hands together and she could hear Hungary and Poland snickering behind her.

"Well, why don't you two get going?" France prompted. "I 'ear that a nice Italian restaurant opened up near 'ere."

America seemed to snap out of his daze. "Y-yeah! Um... let's go...?" He held out a hand to Lovina and she accepted it somewhat graciously. Her pulse was definitely NOT increasing because she was holding America's hand. He led her out the door and she paused long enough to glare at the three troublemakers one last time before she slammed the door shut.

~Time Skip~

France shook hands with Hungary and Poland a few hours later as they were walking out the door. America and Lovina hadn't returned yet, which they took to be a good sign, "Merci mes amis, I could not 'ave done it without you." He glanced at Hungary, "I wish we could have gotten some pictures zhough."

They all gasped in shock when a black clad figure dropped down beside him. The person took off their hood and revealed himself to be...

"Japan?!"

Japan held out several photographs to them. "Prease, I managed to take some very good pictures." Poland and Hungary oohed and aahed over the pictures of Lovina and America eating at the restaurant and walking through a park. Both looked shy and smitten with one another.

Japan bowed, "I must go, there are many more ships to get photographic evidence of." He put his mask back on and jumped high into the air, somehow disappearing on the way up.

"He's like, a total ninja!" Poland sighed. "And his outfit is like, totally fabulous!"

Hungary nodded with a dreamy expression on her face, "Yeah...imagine all the yaoi he's got stashed at his house."

France shook his head at their antics and swiveled around to face the road. "Hey, I zhink zhey're coming!" he shouted. Sure enough, America's car was coming down the driveway. The trio watched as he parked and Lovina almost ran out of the car. They heard America call out to her but they were too far away to heard what he was saying. Lovina was holding a bouquet though so France figured it must have gone well. Lovina shoved past them muttering something about getting changed. Poland and Hungary followed, obviously wanting to interrogate her.

Frnace strolled over to America's car and knocked on the window. He waited patiently as he rolled it down and asked coyly, "Soooo? How did it go?"

America's already blushing face turned redder and he looked away, "Uh...it..." he gulped and tried again. "Um, it was really good!" His voice cracked and he gulped again. "Hahahaha...I...I was totally a hero and got her some flowers. The food was good, not as good as burgers but yeah..." he trailed off. "Um, I should probably get going."

France nodded, "Of course, merci!"

America started the car but paused for a moment, "Um...France?"

"Oui?"

"If you ever need another...favor...like that...you know where to find me."

France bowed slightly, "Oui, I do~."

America speed away, leaving France in the dust. He sneezed and rubbed at his eyes, but he couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face. "It worked!" he shouted to the air. He heard the door slam and saw Lovina stomp outside to her car. France ran up to her and caught her forearm.

"Let me go! I've finished my dumb bet!" Lovina hissed.

"Non, non cher~! Tell big brother all about your date."

Lovina shrugged and crossed her arms, "Nothing happened! We just ate and walked around for a bit!"

France pointed to the flowers still in her hand, "Oh, and what about zhose?"

"T-t-these are just something t-that stupid American got me on a whim!" Lovina stuttered. France let her go,

"Fine, say whatever you want. But I know you love him, even if you don't admit it." He walked back towards his house and Lovina stood there dumbfounded for a moment. Then she stomped her foot and yelled,

"I-I'LL NEVER SAY I LOVE THAT IDIOT!" She got inside her own car and slammed on the gas pedal. She held her breath until she was at least a hundred yards away from that madhouse before she released it. She looked at the bouquet she'd thrown on the passenger seat and a smile came unbidden to her lips. Her date had been...absolutely wonderful! Not that she would ever admit it. Not out loud anyway.

I have mixed feelings about this chapter. I feel like I should have written about their date but then again I Won't Say (I'm In Love) is about her reaction after the date...and I've never written Romerica before... but I tried, and I'm glad I got a challenging request to work on. I really had to wrack my brain to come up with a plot!

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