So, I'm continuing with the story…idk how long it will be….maybe as long as there is flow I guess XD So here is the chapter…and as yintsunanmi and Ophiouchos requested…there will be PruCan. If there are any mistakes please forgive me, I'm writing in the dark because I don't feel like turning on my light :D

Disclaimer: I in no way, shape or form own APH or World Series…ENJOY peoples!

Chapter 2

He was going to regret this somehow, that much he knew. Either Prussia would think there is a catch, which there isn't, or Mattie would kill him…and with his luck both! He sighed as he walked up to where the ex-country lived. He curled his hand into a fist and knocked on the door. He heard someone run down the stairs and stop at the door. Slowly, the door opened to reveal the albino with red eyes. "Ah America vaht brings you here zis fine day?" He asked

"Um, well I kinda need ur help wit somethin"

"Vaht is it?"

"Well, you know how that Frenchie bastard kinda likes mah bro?"

"Yes" America thought he heard anger in his tone, but he wasn't too sure so he shrugged it off and continued. "Well, I was wondering, at the world meeting this week could ya flirt wit Mattie? I know this sounds weird but I HATE how France gets close to England" he paused "And I think he does it just to piss me off, because he'll like ALWAYS wink at me or somethin like that! So, I was wondering could you flirt wit Mattie to piss France off so I can get England away from France long enough to tell him how I feel?"

"Yes, but only vecause you asked ze awesome me. I vill help you vis your plan"

"Ok thanks soooo much! Ok well, I gotts tah go BYE! See you Wednesday!" America waved goodbye and walked back the way he come so he could get out of Germany without having to actually see Germany. As America borded the plane he couldn't help but think how awesome this plan was. But, then doubts started to fill his mind. Like 'what if England actually LIKES France and that's why he doesn't mind the flirting?' Or 'what if England doesn't feel the same way as me?' He put his head in his palms, he was starting to regret this heroic plan. If it failed, the only plus side was seeing a pissed off face when the ex-country walked into the room and started flirting with Mattie, hopefully Gilbert wouldn't grope Canada too much, but just enough to make the French ass wipe totally pissed. When America got home after the long ass flight he walked into his house and walked up to bed. He put on his Green Lantern pajamas, but only because he wore his Superman ones last night, brushed his teeth. He walked over to his bed and pulled back the "Betsy Ross Flag" comforter he had. And also pulled back his "Old Glory" sheets before climbing into bed and resting his head on his "First Navy Jack" pillow. Yes, some of his flags are bedding, it IS a free country you know…

Monday and Tuesday went by fast and FINALLY it was Wednesday. And just once America got up early. As he sat in his kitchen sipping his coffee he noticed that he was actually slightly nervous for what was going to transpire later on. 'Heroes DON'T get nervous' but a voice in the back of his head said 'This hero does' He sighed and placed his cup in the already overflowing sink and walked out of his house. He was actually kind of glad that the meeting was taking place in New York. At least he wouldn't have much of a drive, granted it was taking place in Albany, but that was why he stayed at one of his houses that were closer to Albany than the others of course he preferred his house in NY, NY…but that was besides the point. So, as he drove off to Albany the damned song came on again. But, this time he saw it as a sign, for what he had no clue, but it was a sign. He parked his car locked it and walked into the building. He was surprised that he was actually the first one there. He was expecting England to be there, but then again, he got up earlier and left earlier, England would hopefully be proud…but he doubted even that, because it seemed as though everything he did England didn't approve of. He just wished that he could do SOMETHING to make his ex-mentor/ older brother proud of him. But, he and every other country knew there was a fat chance at that happening. "U-um…A-America?" Canada lightly tapped his younger brother's shoulder. America jumped out of his chair and fell on the carpeted floor. "Wh-who are you?" He asked cocking his head to the side. "U-um your b-brother?" "Oh! Sorry Mattie, I was out of it I guess" Canada just sighed and nodded his head knowing America was trying to make him feel better, but it failed. He knew everyone forgot him, hell even his own BROTHER forgot about him. And when he spoke up they just looked dumbly at him and screamed 'AHHH its Canada!' he pretended it didn't hurt, but that was a lie. But, it hurt even more when people mistakes him for America, one would think they would be able to tell the difference, he doesn't have a bomber jacket, instead he has a polar bear, BIG difference people BIG difference! Also, his eyes are violet not blue. It seemed as though the only time people actually recognized Canada was when it came to hockey. Though, he didn't mind it that much, it was his favorite sport. Though he couldn't pick a favorite team, it was a tie between Ottawa and Montreal. As other countries started to come in Canada sat down next to his brother and looked at him. He looked nervous and jumpy. He also noticed Francis wink and smile evilly at America as England walked in and went to take his seat, only to get his wrist grabbed by France. Canada and the other nations closest to him and America, so America's fists clench. America mumbled under his breath but Canada couldn't make out what he had said. "I'm sorry I'm late-aru. There was a lot of traffic" China said as he went to go take his seat. Germany, Italy and Spain were late getting there too, and when they all heard the door open they thought it was them. "Oh zon't mind me, I'm just popping in!" Prussia said greeting everybody. England gaped and finally able to pry Frances' hands off of him walked to his seat. "You're not even a country you bloody git! Why the fuck are you here?"

"No need for such colorful language England! Better worn us next time so I can cover little Canada's ears and America can cover his."

"What the flying fuck are you talking about?"

"Yet again you use colorful language England! Why? And I mean America and little Canada are so young, don't use fowl language" Prussia paused "And if you do, please warn us so I can cover Canada's ears"

"I-I d-don't n-need t-to c-cover m-my e-ears Pr-Prussia" Canada stuttered, Prussia ignored this comment and hugged Canada into his chest mumbling sweet nothing's into his ear, which made the Canadian blush immensely. Prussia, with body language motioned for America to look at France. America obliged and what he saw made him almost start laughing on the spot. France's face was the color of Antonio and Romano's favorite food times ten! He looked so pissed and it looked like it was escalating as Gilbert started to stroke his brother's hair. He whispered something in his ear, which made him nod, wrap his arms around the orders' waist, and kiss his cheek, than rested his head on Gilberts shoulder. America smiled and started to walk towards England. As he passed by a pissed off France he made sure to slightly bump into his shoulder, making it seem like a complete accident. When he made it to where England was, he grabbed his wrist and whispered into his ear "Wanna leave before things get messy between Francis and Gilbert"

England's heart beat sped up at the closeness between him and Alfred. All he could do was nod. He noticed America intertwined their fingers as they walked towards the door. England let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding when they were outside of the meeting room. Minutes later he felt soft lips crash into his. At first he tried to pry the American off of him, but then finally gave in and deepened the kiss, seeing as America wasn't going to do so. America smiled and broke away. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that" He said huskily against England's neck. He smiled when he heard England moan. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to do that git" The Brit said. America looked up at England puzzled. But before he could say anything He felt England's lips on his again.

England shifted his hips ever so slightly, making America moan into the kiss in the process. England then broke away from the kiss and started to kiss America's neck and move his hands up America's shirt. But, before they could get any farther they heard yelling from inside the meeting room. America, much to his demise watched as England walked towards the door. "Iggggy what are you doing?" He said somewhere between a whine and a question. England rolled his eyes. "I'm going to see what all the fuss is about, are you coming or no?" America sighed and walked over to England, intertwining their fingers again. As America opened the door they heard "NOOO! Francis NO!" They couldn't be sure who said that, but as America opened the door his jaw dropped before letting go of England's hand and jumping into the fight…

Well folks there is chapter 2! What's going to happen next chapter? Who was yelling to France? What happens during the fight? R&R and you will find out.

So, I decided to choose Albany for the place of the meeting, because it only makes sense to have a world meeting held in that states capital. So I hoped you liked my PruCan fluff…don't worry there will be MORE XD as for the USXUK fluff, this is actually my FIRST time writing a kissing scene, in all the years I've been writing, I've NEVER made a kissing scene, I don't know why though, so please, please, please DON'T hate me if the kissing isn't to great…because I know it isn't. Well, I hope you enjoyed it.

–Iggy-