Chapter 2:

"Help me? Help me with what?" America asked. Britannia relaxed a bit and let his wings get smaller again.

"Well. I can't tell you." Britannia said. "All I can say is that I'm here to help you answer your own prayers." America got a stupid look.

"….What?…" He asked stupidly. Britannia sighed.

"What you've been wishing for, I'm here to help it come true."

"….What?"

"….I'm here to help you! Plain and simple!"

"Okay! Okay!" America put his hands up like a surrender. "You sure your not England? You certainly seem like it."

"I'm not England…" He said. America jumped off the bed he was sitting on and walked away. "W-Where are you going?"

"Just stay there. I'm checking something." America said. He walked into the study room where he left his iPhone to charge and grabbed the phone. He scrolled down the list to the label England (Limey), figured he make sure England wasn't just going crazy. He speed dialed the number and waited for an answer, which he didn't get. He pouted, hung up, and redialed, still no answer. He called again, usually if he kept calling England would get mad and pick up with a very mean hello. He called again, and again, and again, until the next call went straight to voice mail, meaning the phone was turned off or he ignored the call. But that meant that England had his phone…

America peeked back in the room, Britannia sat on the bed still looking around, and then stood outside the room. America figured out if this so called "Britannia" had England's phone, he was the Brit. America walked in with his iPhone in hand and showed the angel. "You know what this is?" He tossed it to the angel who just managed to catch it. Britannia looked at it, turned it over, poked the screen and started up a game.

"W-What kind of black magic is this! ?" He asked and dropped the phone on the bed.

"That's exactly what England said when he first got a phone…" America noted and took the phone back. "But En-I mean Britannia, if I press this button, it will call England." America said pressing the call button. "And it will ring." Britannia sat there confused as America stood proudly, thinking he was onto something. But as the phone rang on America's side, the room stayed silent. After voicemail went off, America hung up and put the phone away in embarrassment.

"I don't understand. What just happened?" Britannia said.

"W-Where's your phone?"

"The black magic device? I don't have one."

"B-But you…You're not…" America was confused now. "You're not England!" He pointed. Britannia blinked and nodded.

"Yes I'm well aware…"

"Then like WTF, what's going on, this is messed up shiz right here!" America ranted. "Mehhhhh!" He gave up and plopped on the bed. Britannia sat there next to him for a moment before poking his face, which made America glare at him. "Okay. So what are you going to help me with huh?"

"You're true feelings." Britannia said.

"You sound like something from one of those Animes!" America sat up and ranted. "Where the fairies and angels and stuff come down and are like 'I'm gonna unlock your true self! Tehe~'" America made a girly face with the laugh and fell back down on the bed.

"…I'm going to ignore that…" Britannia said. "And I'm not like that."

"Yeah yeah. So what are my true feelings away?"

"I can't tell you. You have to figure that out yourself."

"Then you're no help to me!"

"I'm plenty of help if you open up."

"You're like the anime fairy…"

"I'm not a fairy!" Britannia yelled. America turned up-side-down and hung off the side of the bed with a bit of a depressing look.

"I don't get it." He said, Britannia looked at him. "I don't have any true feelings, not that I could think of anyway…" He was serious now. Britannia sat on the edge of the bed.

"You're not aware of them, not completely." He said. "You've experienced them once before but you hid them away."

"Can you give me a hint of what kind of feelings these are! ?" America stared at him. Britannia sat there thinking whether he should tell him or not.

"Amare." He said. America popped up.

"Are you speaking Latin! ?"

"Yes I am." Britannia said. "Figure it out now." America took out his phone.

"Can you repeat the word?"

"Why?"

"I'm gonna google translate."

"Don't! You're suppose to figure it out by yourself!"

"But I don't know Latin! I can't figure that out."

"My god….Just…Think…." Britannia said, now he wished he never came, this American was a moron!

America listened though. He lifted himself up and sat there on the bed, thinking more about it. "Feelings…. I don't get it…" He kept thinking. What kind of feelings could these possibly be? After all, it seemed like nations had their feelings limited, they never understood them.

"It is something you don't fully understand." Britannia said. "And it's towards a certain someone."

"Oh! I get it!" America smiled, Britannia looked at him. "Hatred! Cause I hate Russia!"

"NO!" Britannia wanted to smack him. "If anything, it's the complete opposite!" America blinked.

"Y-You mean love?" he asked, Britannia nodded. "B-But like…the only people I could possibly love is my little brother and my cat."

"That's why I'm here now." Britannia said. "I'll help you figure out who you really love, and how to get along with that person."

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I do not own any characters used in this, nor do I own the anime they come from

So next chap will be when things start happening blahhhh