~Author's note~

Let's just say that I really really liked to write this chapter...:D You'll probably notice why soon enough~ Anyways, tonight I'm gonna have a crazy fanfic-writing evening, so I might (notice: MIGHT!) be able to finish this one story today 8D *excited* Well anyways, it's still a few chapters left to post so let's just continue on now, da?~ (P.s. Hongrie = Hungary)

Chapter 8:

"…I BEG YOUR PARDON?" England stood frozen with the lamp still resting in his right hand.

"You heard me. I want you to go out with Amérique tomorrow." France replied while eyeing the girl whose cheeks were turning more and more red by every second that pasted by.

"W-why the bloody hell would I do THAT? I refuse to! You can't force me to do it!"

"Of course I can't force you to do it, ma chérie! But you know, if you don't do it then I'll tell every-single-country about your little…"misfortune"~!" France sang and started to dance around. It didn't take many seconds though before he had to dive under the table to avoid the lamp flying towards him.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU STUPID…PERVERTED…BLOODY…FROG BASTARD!" England screamed, marched out of the living room and up the stairs. He could hear France laughing downstairs.

"It's a deal then I guess? Fabulous! Don't worry, I'll make sure that you keep your promise! Oh, and please don't tell Amérique about our deal, because then I might slip something about this to, oh let's say….Hongrie? I bet that she would love to tell everyone about news like this!" England heard a noise that sounded like when someone blew a kiss. Eww. "Bonne nuit, ma chérie!" And with those words, the front door closed and the house became quiet once again. England ran down the stairs and locked the front door. No more weirdoes were going to enter this house by themselves from now on! Actually, the idea of staying inside for the rest of his life without letting anyone in sounded really tempting. But then America would probably break his house while screaming about how he was the hero and that he had to save his damsel in distress. America…England rubbed his forehead. So now he had to ask the git out if he wanted to keep at least SOME of his pride? Lovely. Truly fucking lovely! He checked that the front door really was locked before he walked into his bathroom. He had to wash away the new eyebrows before the Yankee came back.

OxOxO

"IGGY! LEMME IN, I'M BACK NOW!~" America screamed and knocked hardly on the front door. As soon as England opened it, America pushed past him and put down the bag he had brought with him.

"Why did you lock the door?" he asked while removing his boots.

"No reason!" England muttered and crossed his arms, still angry about what had happened while America had been gone. "What have you been up to if I may ask?"

"Oh yeah! I got a text before from…ehum…he didn't want me to tell you who he was, but he wanted to show me something."

"…That sounds kind of suspicious you know…" England replied while suspiciously eyeing the bag on the floor.

"Yeah yeah, I know. BUT now I have an idea that might turn you back to normal again!" England looked at him in surprise.

"…YOU DO?" America nodded excitedly, reached inside of the bag and pulled up a thin book. "Recognize this?" he asked and handed England the book.

"…"The Princess and the Frog?" How is a fairytale supposed to help me?" he asked irritated. He didn't really want to talk about this story at the moment. It reminded him of a certain frog that he did NOT want to think about.

"Don't worry Iggy, I'll explain! You know how the story goes, right? A beautiful princess kisses a frog that transforms into a handsome prince and they live happily ever after!"

"…So? What's your plan?" England snorted. America scratched the back of his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"Well…I thought that if you would kiss someone handsome, then you might turn back to normal! Just like the frog did in the story!" England stared at him with a "You did not just say that!"-look.

"Are you comparing me to a frog?" he asked, not sure what else to say.

"Would you rather like me to compare you to a princess like in "Sleeping Beauty" then?" America replied teasingly.

"…Don't make me hurt you, you git." America laughed and ruffled England's hair.

"So, what do say? Do you want to try it? It might work, ya know!" England glared at him and tried to fix his hair.

"Who are you suggesting that I'm going to kiss then?" He asked, hoping that the git would NOT suggest himself. That would be…embarrassing…awkward…wonderf- NO, WRONG! Bloody hormones that made him think about such stupid things!

"Well…I'm here, and it'll be hard for you to find someone more handsome then me!" America said proudly and gave him a thumb-up. "Besides, no one else except me and Prussia seem to know about you being a female right now, and I doubt that you want to kiss him!" England groaned, thinking about how at least one more person knew about it. A very very ugly and irritating Frenchman. He would rather kiss America 100 times than kiss the frog ONCE!

"…F-fine! But only a quick one then, okay? And you have to swear that you won't tell anyone about it!" America laughed and nodded.

"Yeah yeah, it'll only be an experiment-kiss! Nothing serious!" England laughed nervously and nodded too. America stepped closer to him and England could feel how he was turning red again. Oh please please stupid hormones, calm down for once!

"So…here we go?" America asked. England nodded and closed his eyes. This was so weird! Why had he agreed on doing this? Maybe he had finally lost his mind completely? He felt how America cupped his hands around his face and that he was getting closer. England's heart started to beat so fast that it blocked out all of the other sounds around him. Why couldn't the bloody git just kiss him already and be done with it? As soon as that thought crossed his mind, he felt how a pair of warm lips met his.

America tasted like a mix between coffee, hamburgers and…mint? England wasn't sure, but he didn't seem to mind the weird mixture. It felt kind of…nice…in some weird way. Actually, it almost seemed like time had stopped and nothing else existed right now. No teasing, no pride, no hate, no distant Revolutionary War-memories…only the two of them standing there. As America broke away from the kiss, England felt like if someone had just awoken him from a weird dream. What had just happened? What had been reality and what had been a part of the weird dream? He opened his eyes and found himself staring into a pair of azure blue eyes, reminding him of a sky that could only be seen on the most beautiful of summer days. Both of them quickly turned away with cheeks as red as tomatoes and an awkward silence laid over them for a little while until America cleared his throat.

"Well Iggy…do you feel any different?"

"W-w-well….n-not…really…" He ran his hand through one of his ponytails. "I guess it didn't w-work after all…" America laughed awkwardly.

"Ha ha…I see…" He turned around towards England. "At least we now know that kissing won't turn you back to normal. That's some kind of progress, right?" England turned around too, but made sure not to look into America's blue eyes again.

"Y-yeah I guess…" he said and crumpled a part of his shirt in his hands. America scratched the back of his head once again before he pushed past England and started to put on his boots.

"What are you doing?" England asked quietly, still feeling a little confused because of what had just happened.

"My boss called me before when I were on my way back here and told me that he wanted to discuss some things with me, so I have to head home for today." He looked up while smiling teasingly. "Unless you really want me to stay tonight too?" England kicked him and snorted, still making sure not to look into America's eyes.

"No I don't! I'm going to have a lovely time here by myself!"

"Yeah I bet!" America chuckled and opened the front door. "Well then…see ya!" As he stepped outside, England remembered France's deal. He had to ask the git to go out with him! But how was he going to ask him that without sounding completely desperate? Why did they have to kiss before he had been able to even bring the subject up? Damn it! America was about to close the door when England shouted at him.

"H-hey America, wait!" America stuck in his head through the door and looked at England with a wondering face. Oh boy. "T-this got nothing to do with that kiss…but I want you to…" He swallowed. "P-Please go out with me tomorrow!" Fuck, that sounded…a little desperate. Actually, VERY desperate! Shit! America gazed at him with his eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Wow Iggy! I didn't know that you liked me THAT much!" he said teasingly.

"I NEVER SAID THAT, IDIOT!"

"Then why would you want to go out with me?" England turned away his head, feeling embarrassed over the fact that he had to do this. Fucking frog. He had never hated that idiotic Frenchman as much as he did right now.

"I…can't tell you right now…but it's not because of that I l-like you or something!" He sighed. "Just…please, America? Just this once? I promise that I'll tell you about it later, but…not now." America gazed at him for a few seconds and then shrugged.

"Sure, why not? What time then? 5 pm maybe?" he said and flashed a dazzling smile. England quickly looked down to hide the pink blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah, that sounds good…"

OxOxO

"How did it go?" Spain's excitement could be heard through the lousy speakers of France's cell phone.

"It's going excellent so far. You did a fantastic job in tricking Amérique into the whole kiss-thing." France replied with a smirk on his face.

"Gracias amigo! Then I'm off now, Romano looks like he wants to kill me or something. He doesn't seem to like when I'm talking to you guys." He laughed. "Buenas noches! Tell me about the details later!"

"Of course. Bonni nuit." France closed his cell phone and turned around to face Prussia that sat together with him in one of the bushes outside of England's house. "Seems like it's going well so far, or what do you say?" Prussia was hugging his legs and shivered slightly because of the cold (not that he would admit it though), but the smile on his face was big and full of confidence.

"Hehe…I would say that it's going AWESOMELY well! We're the best matchmakers EVER!" He started to poke on Gilbird who was sitting on his head, also shivering because of London's cold weather. "So…what is the next step? When do I get to do something awesomely?" France chuckled and patted Prussia on his back.

"There are no more steps now, my friend. We've definitely created a crack in the ice and now it's only a question of time before it breaks. We have nothing more to do." Gilbird almost fell off because of Prussia's sudden jerk.

"B-but the awesome me didn't get to do anything at all!" he shouted but was quickly silenced by France's hand.

"SCH! We don't want Angleterre or Amérique to hear us!" he hissed and removed his hand. "Don't you understand, my friend? You've played the biggest part in this play! If you hadn't found out about Angleterre's secret, then we wouldn't have been able to pull this off! You should be proud of yourself!" Prussia stared at him for a few seconds before he crossed his arms and snorted.

"I hate you."

"Merci!~"

~End of Chapter 8~

D-DID I JUST MAKE….TWO OF MY TOP FAVOURITE CHARACTERS OF ALL TIME….K-KISS!...I feel so complete now ( +w+)/

Aaaand that's it from the Badass Trio's matchmaking service! Told ya they wouldn't be in this for long! XD; Sorry if you wanted more of their awesomeness, but there are already great fanfictions out there that has its focus on the Badass Trio's matchmaking, and I wanted to focus more on Arthur and Alfred...However, France will make one more quick appearence together with another awesome character in the next chapter ;D Please look forward to it! (It'll probably be posted on, oh let's say...Wednesday? 8D)

Also...THANK YOU EVERYONE SO MUCH FOR OVER 100 REVIEWS! \ ( ;W; ) / I feel so honoured! *bows* I'm gonna do my best with the last chapters of this!

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