~Author's note~

Welcome back to "Let's torture England and go "SQUEEE" while doing it!"! Okay, firstly I want to thank for the fantastic response I've gotten! O_O Honestly, I was expecting maybe 2-3 favorites at the most, and then all of a sudden my mail-inbox exploded and got filled with so many "Favorite Story" and "Story Alert" mails. I just sat there going; "O_O...O3O...;w;...\ (^w^) /" SO YEAH! Thank you so much everyone, I'm going to do my best to not disappoint you with the future chapters!

Also, since many people requested it, I'm gonna write England's actions as "he". He's still a male after all...or is he...? :D...

Hm? What did you say? You want us to continue with the story instead of hearing me ramble? YOU GOT IT!

Chapter 2:

England just stood there, dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do or say except staring at the American standing on his doorstep who was staring back at him. Or well, him in a female's body. What had he done to deserve this kind of fate?

"Who are YOU?" America repeated. England snapped out of his staring and tried to come up with an answer. He didn't want to admit that he was actually England. Not a bloody chance! That was to embarrassing!

"I…ehum….I-I am….I'm one of England's distant relatives! Yeah!" he said and tried to smile. He must have looked like a maniac. America eyed the girl suspiciously.

"Then why are you wearing England's clothes?" England froze. Shit. He should have changed into something else before he had started to work on that spell. He still wore his clothes that he had worn during the World Meeting. Even an airhead like America would be suspicious of that.

"W-well you see….it started to rain right before I got here and my clothes got soaked a-and then England was nice enough to let me borrow these clothes" he quickly rambled and then added "Ah, and it was the only clothes he had left that wasn't in the washing machine so that's why I'm wearing these that he wore during your mee…ting…" He mentally slapped himself. No one knew about their World Meetings except their bosses and themselves. How would he be able to explain that someone else knew about their meetings?

America just stood there quietly for a few seconds. Then he laughed and said "So that's what it was! England sure is nice sometimes huh?" and flashed a dazzling smile. England quickly looked away with a blush on his face.

"Y-yeah I guess…" America had never said that to him when he was in his real body. Actually, he couldn't remember a single time when that stupid git had praised him after the Revolutionary war. Oh well, atleast he wasn't asking about how he knew about the meeting. Lucky that he was such an airhead after all! America stepped into the hallway and closed the door after him.

"So…where's England anyways?" England turned back his head and tried to think of something that would sound realistic. Although he was sure America would still buy it if he said that England had been abducted by angry aliens with water guns from a faraway galaxy.

"He went out to buy some crumpets. He didn't say when he would be back." America had turned away from him and was now munching on a hamburger (England hadn't seen it in his hand when he entered the house and he definitely didn't want to know where he had kept it until now) while looking interested at a painting of King Alfred the Great.

"Hey, this guy doesn't look anything like me, so why does he have my name?" England felt how a migraine was starting to ache inside his head. He was very close to scold America for being so self-absorbed, but he stopped himself. That would certainly give his identity away.

"He was born long before you, and besides, there have been many people named Alfred during history, you're not the only one." America shrugged.

"Atleast he had an awesome name!" He pushed past the girl and walked into the living room where he jumped onto the couch. England followed him into the room.

"H-hey! What are y-?"

"Soooooo!" America interrupted, "Can I stay here until Iggy comes home then?" Damnit. This wasn't going well at all. England knew that he had to get America out of the house in order to transform back into a male, and if America would interrupt during the spell (which he would most certainly do if he stayed), then who knew what could happen? Maybe he would turn into a female too? Maybe he would transform into something like a carrot? Actually, that would be quite nice. His everyday life would be a lot quieter that way.

"Well….he said he would be out for a while so I don't think he'll come home soon. I believe that it's better that you go home. I can ask him to call you when he comes back." America sat quietly on the couch for a few seconds. England prayed to God that he would actually give up for once and go home. But he knew. America had no intentions of giving up about anything. Instead, England could see how he was preparing his ultimate attack. Shit. Not that one! Anything but that…!

And there it was. The adorable pouting that always made his heart melt….no wait what? Scratch that!

"Ooooh, come oooon! I really really want to ask him something and I don't want to go home eitheeeeer!" England felt how the migraine was getting worse. America was just like a little child. Still, why couldn't he resist America's pouting? He had used that on him many times before and it always bloody worked!

"Well ehum….I guess…." Damnit, he felt how a blush was starting to form once again on his cheeks "it wouldn't hurt if you stayed here to wait for him…for just…a little while" He slapped himself mentally again. He was so bloody stupid sometimes. America on the other hand beamed of happiness. He stretched his arms up, shouted "YAHOO!" and jumped up from the couch in order to give the surprised girl a bear hug. England turned stiff by the sudden attack. He had certainly not expected this.

"H-hey…!" he stuttered. America suddenly realized what he was doing and released the girl from his hug. He scratched the back of his head while his cheeks turned a little pink.

"S-sorry! It's just that….you seem so alike England so it felt kinda natural to hug you!" England distanced himself slowly from the American, not sure if he should feel happy or mad about that comment.

"I-I see…w-well…I have to go do something now so you can just stay here and wait, okay? Good!" he said, nearly shouted, and quickly left the living room to make his way towards the library. As soon as he had entered the room he shut the door close and started to hit on his cheeks that had turned as red as a tomato. He had no idea about what was going on with him today. He usually never blushed (or well….not so often atleast) but now he could feel how his cheeks were burning everytime America said something. It had to be the hormones or something. Yeah. Female hormones were indeed a weird and most dangerous thing. He signed and reached towards his spell books. There had to be some kind of reverse-spell in one of the books, there just had to be. And as soon as he found it, he would send America home, no matter how adorable he tried to appear.

OxOxO

Everything was peaceful for about 7 minutes and 19 seconds. England was browsing through one of the books, wondering if America had died or something since it was so quiet. He shouldn't have thought that. The next second the door was slammed open and before he could react, he felt how the massive body of America tackled him over and both fell to the floor.

"GAAAAAH! I-I FOUND THE GHOST MAGAZINE I LEFT HERE LAST TIME A-AND I LOOKED IN IT AND AAAAAAAH! SCARY SCARY SCARY SCARY! I'M SCARED! SCARY! WAAAAAH!" England just gazed chocked at the nation that was kicking and struggling on top of him. That was, until he realized that the nation actually lied ON-TOP-OF-HIM.

"Y-YOU SODDING GIT! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET THE FUCK OF ME!" America froze and looked like someone had just told him that McDonalds had been shut down and England slapped himself mentally for the third time. Why could he not handle his temper, even at a crucial time like this?

America slowly rose to his knees and stared surprised at the girl in front of him. He only knew one person that could get that upset for such a small thing. But it couldn't be…or could it? Well, there was only one way to find out for sure

"Hey…"

"W-what?" Why couldn't that stupid git just go home before things got worse already?

"The scones you gave me the other day were freaking gross!"

"W-WHAT? I made those especially for you, you stupid git! How dare you insult someone's cooking like t-….!" He realized what he had just said. No…! NO NO NO! FUCK!

America stared at him. Then he rubbed his eyes and returned to staring at him again. After what had seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke.

"E-…England?" Things had definitely gotten worse now.

~End of Chapter 2~

And that was chapter 2! I'm sorry if you wanted America to not know about that the girl was England, but it was kinda important in order to move the plot forward in the way I wanted to so yeah...ENGLAND HE KNOWS YOUR SECRET! :D Also, it can't be just me that finds it hilarious that some important dude was actually namned "Alfred the Great" in England's history? X'D

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