YEP! I REALLY LIKED WRITING THIS ONE! TO THOSE WHO REVIEWED, THANKS! I really like hearing people comments, bad or good. It reminds me that your either doing too much or too little. Oh yeah, america gets beaten up by Russia and Ivan gets his ass pummeled by a very angry Dane! fair warning :3

The nations of the world exited the conference room one by one. It's been two months since America and Denmark talked about what happened. They have been avoiding each other ever since. But the World conference being held in Tokyo didn't help at all.

Both of them couldn't remember what happened the night before. Although waking up naked with their asses sore and dicks raw was a clear indication. It made movement of any kind painful for the next five days. You'd expect them to think of it as a good thing, they've always wanted this…but they still haven't realized that it was more than a one-night stand to the other. When they woke up, they were just silent their hearts racing painfully as they tried their best to get dressed. The stood up and walked away, since then they've closed off all connections…even face book…well in America's case.

Their friends have noticed a slight change in demeanor. America being less of a kid than usual and Denmark starting to drink quietly was kind of a red flag. During meetings, it was pointed out that the Dane didn't have he's goofy grin on and when somebody noticed he'd fake it as hard as he could but then revert back when no one was looking. The American, one the other hand, lacked vigor and just spaces out, he didn't even try to make some idiotic story just to entertain those who were as bored as him. No one wanted to force them into talking; it was for the best that they get their shit together before anything else.

The fair-haired nations couldn't look at themselves in the mirror; they blamed themselves for what happened convinced that the other didn't want that kind of a relationship. To think that they believe that their first time as a couple would be magical.

But this time would be different. America would make sure of it. He waited patiently for The Nordics to head towards the door. Then he spotted the five with the Dane lagging behind looking at the floor frowning a bit. He tried his best to hide his blush and blocked his crush from the exit. He looked back at the Norwegian facing his back. "This will only take a second, Norsy!" he winked at his friend.

The Norwegian gave a small smile and winked at Denmark, whispering 'farvel'. The Dane pleaded with his eyes for his friend to help him out, but everything was washed away when his American crush smiled shyly at him trying not to look at him.

"Listen, Denmark, I know you don't see us having…a r-romantic relationship" both were flush red. "But, please…don't stop talking to me…I know I've been avoiding you too, but I can't…not have you around…even if this is just…platonic" He scratched his American blonde hair.

Denmark was taken aback…did they share the same feelings? He could feel his heart beat in happiness. It's been a long time since his heart started to flutter. He wanted to say that he wanted this relationship to be more than platonic, he wants both of them to live together, have dates…fight over what couch to buy…you know couple stuff. But before he could say anything, he felt a very blunt pain take over the back of his head and back. He could hear wood breaking. 'What a waste of good wood' was the last thing he thought before his surrounding all turned black.

The American looked at the Dane who was lying in the ground. He knelt down near the Dane's face. He was scared, was he dead? He looked in shock, he placed his hand over his mouth trying his best not to cry.

"…mmm, Bagel…Lego" muttered the Dane. 'Thank God, he's alive!' he smiled looking at the ceiling. Now, he was angry. Who would dare knock out his sweet Danish crush? He was met with cold violet eyes. The young nation was surprised as the taller figure held what looked like remains of a table. The ash-blonde looked down at the unconscious Dane, grabbing his face before throwing him aside. He walked closer to the American.

"Now, it's just you and me, moya lyubov'" said Russia with a devilish smirk. The American did back hand springs to keep a respectable distance from the Russian. He had his hands clenched in front of his face, he's feet were light and bouncy. "I-Ivan, why the fuck would you do that?" He yelled.

"Oh, Alfred…you know why? I know you understand Russian" Ivan smiled innocently. America took a breather, he refreshed what the Russian said. 'Moya lyubov'…'MY LOVE?!' He tensed up. Being caught off guard, he was pushed hard by the Russian to a wall. He winced in pain, he was getting choked. He tried squeezing the Russian's arms, only to be repaid with a harder squeeze on his wind pipe.

"FUCK!" his wheezy voice come out. "If you say so, Fredka!" the Russian's cold lips met the American's. America tried his best to stop his tongue from entering his mouth. But actions, like crushing his neck and biting on his lower lips made it impossible. He groaned in disgust but this made the Russian more turned on. He ripped of the American's collared shirt and inhaled the awesome scent of his abs. "I've always wanted to see this…since I felt it" cooed the Russian in his dark velvet voice "I love that your burgers do nothing to your body" he started licking the American washboard. Alfred felt shivers coming to his spine…it were those kind of shivers you felt when you faintly saw a ghost in a movie. He closed his eyes, thinking of happy thoughts. This was no ghost.

'Teasing England. Cooking steak. Good-old fashion cookies. Canada. Pancakes. Bald eagles. Music. D-Denmark' he thought of more things, but everything that came out was .Matthias.

"Get.. get the fuck off, commie!" his wheezy voice commanded. It's been years since he called Ivan a commie but he knew nothing irritated his friend, should he even call him that now, more than being called that. The Russian's gripped tightened, and in addition he was yanking his pants down. Immediately the lustful Russian tried to get his victim to get hard. He frowned at the limp Washington before him. He grabbed and squeezed trying to give everything he had to make the American moan in pleasure. But he didn't, he had a hard dick but his heart was nowhere near pleasure. He scowled, with bloody lips, at the Russian rapist. The Russian smiled, He kissed America's earlobe nibbling it a bit. America started leaking pre-cum, making Ivan giggle.

The violet-eyed man pulled his zipper open and pulled his gigantic dick and rammed it in the American. All the American could do was scream silently… he hated the feeling of being mute. The Russian huffed and grunted. "You've done it recently, da?" he asked rhetorically. America gasped every time his cock brushed his prostrate. He started tearing up…he didn't want this. The Russian then jammed his cock and yelled loudly, like an animal, his white Russian juice being milked by the American ass. His breath was heavy against Alfred's ear. He pulled out and started massaging America's cock. America saw this opportunity and kicked Russia in the gut. He never felt so violated. The Russian didn't flinch. He moved closer.

"Think of this as revenge for fucking me…that night, lyubov'" he chuckled. America then remembered that one night, when he was trying to get over Denmark a few decades back when they had an argument during a NATO meeting. Russia was there and one thing lead to another until ultimately ending up with the Russian ass getting fucked by a distraught American.

"I'll give you one an option, America. Stop seeing Denmark and I'll start fucking you to your heart's content" the devious Russian smiled as he started. His head lowered, giving America a blowjob.

"F-fuck no! I don't even want you, b-bastard" America answered. Russia frowned and bit his lips before smiling again. "How about this…stop seeing him and I won't kill him" his eyes widened with a demonic glare. "I can kill him right now, you know? If I can't have you then…I won't let you love anybody else. Especially that mudak " He said pushing in his fingers in the bruised mouth . "The way his eyes look at you and how he always tries to ask you out, it makes me jealous" The Russian looked away, giving the American a good look at the Dane waking up from his sleep. "But all attempts have been futile…does this mean that you love me? Just a little bit?" asked the Russian in an insane manner. Belarusian insanity… What the hell did Ivan mean by the way the Dane smiled or asking him out? The last century comprised nothing of the sorts.

"Oh, lyubov! I love your naïveté!" he started stroking on the American's flushed cheeks. "You see, we are in a love triangle… Me, You, Him. But I won't let him get you. Like I said…" he paused. "I won't let you love anybody else!" his dark aura was now in an insane level.

America bit the fingers and Russia smiled even more. Alfred pulled Russia closer with his legs and punched his jaw and another to his nose. The Russian was now pissed and was about to punch the American when a strong hand crushed the Russian's clenched fist.

"Slip af med ham. Du russiske skiderik" said a pissed of Dane.

The Viking nation, Denmark, gripped Russia by his scarf and tossed him violently to the wall behind them. The young American, who was being strangled by the Russian, plopped to the ground wheezing for air, bruised eyes, neck, lips, ass hole, he's seen better days. With his face burned red, his shirt unbuttoned and pants unzipped, Alfred paid more attention in fixing his clothes than beating the crap out of Ivan.

Russia sank to the floor, the wall behind him started to crack. Denmark let lose a very dark aura, an aura that the violet-eyed nation respected of the Dane. Russia knew this was going to hurt, he knew that Denmark was miles beyond pissed. The Dane picked Russia up by his neck, his blue eyes roared with anger and darkness.

"Why? Russia…we're supposed to be friends." Denmark asked flatly and coldly, trying to restrain himself from letting lose hell. Russia coughed some blood but said nothing. Denmark clenched his fist and punched the wall. The cement wall now had a big hole in it. "Don't make me ask again" threatened Denmark.

"You're supposed to be with me, America… not some crappy Dane. You're supposed to be loved, he doesn't know 'love', he is just a delinquent." Russia said, though strangled. Denmark was shocked, so was America, and every other nation who happened to be passing. (German household, Japan, the Philippines, Italy brothers, Spain, Canada, France, England, and the Nordic…4)

"This doesn't mean you have any right to do that, especially to him" Denmark snapped back to his 'hell-on-earth' mode, gripping tighter around his former friend's neck.

America blushed wildly and cleared his throat, trying to stand up with his wobbly feet. "Denmark…let him go" America said in the most serious and soft voice any nation has heard coming from his mouth. Denmark and Russia looked at him shocked, but they both knew that Matthias won't let him go that easily. America approached his dream boy, the one he had crushed for well over centuries, and recently had mindless drunken sex squeezed his arm painfully, he had super strength after all.

"Let. Him. Go." America said one more time. This time, Denmark did. The sunflower-loving power house was trying to get on his feet, coughing up blood and looked at the Dane with utter disdain. The young nation just gave him a look of sympathy… and disgust…towards himself. Denmark knelt down rubbing his forearm.

"A-america where are you going?" Said the younger Italian, but he didn't reply, he just continued in an even pace. Denmark ran after him and hugged him tightly from behind. He was cold; it was as if all the warmth and happiness this younger nation had, was gone. America pulled away and turned around, he gave a gigantic smile and his eyes were full of happiness, it was his signature smile.

"It's okay, dude, let's just forget everything happened… let's just forget about us ever happening. Go back there, Ivan needs help" he was good at faking his smile. He has been for centuries; there is not a country that is idiotic as he presented himself. They were all countries after all; they have millions of resting on their shoulders. But Denmark wasn't buying it; he knew how he really felt, since this was a common case for him too.

"But, Americ-" "no, Denny, please" America cupped Denmark's cheeks and smiled at him, like he was a kid or something. Then the lone cowboy turned around and exited the hall. Going to the main lobby of the grand hotel they were all staying at.

Denmark dropped to his knees, shaking. His eyes were vacant…he was good as dead. His heart broke into bits and pieces. He bit his lips and started to cry… he tried to stop himself from sobbing, biting on his lips harder until they bled. Rubbing his stuffy nose, he stood up. He walked towards the countries that had seen all that happened.

"Why…didn't you stop that…thing?" He had his face down and pointed at the Russian. Nobody bothered to answer, trying to fix up the wounded Russian. The Dane, still in hulk mode, threw his axe only missing the Russian by less than an inch.

"We were all in the main lobby when we heard the crash…when we got here, you've already beat the crap out of Russia" said Norway.

"Ha, yeah right." He chuckled sarcastically. "Ms. Yaoi Tycoon, could smell rape within miles" he looked coldly at Hungary. She blushed but suddenly looked at him seriously.

"Denmark, I may have a successful real gay sex website…but, I DO NOT agree with rape!" she defended herself and turned back scratching her head. "except if it's role-play." Everybody sighed in disbelief. He walked closer to the injured Russian. Everybody tried pulling him away but even the combined efforts of Sve, Prus-man, Germany, and Canada couldn't hold him back. Matthias grabbed his axe and dislodge it from where it was stuck. He then grabbed the younger nation by the scarf trying to melt the soul hiding in those amethyst eyes.

"Now, why would a Ruski fuck up a relationship?" asked Denmark coldly. "Relationship? Ha, you make me laugh…you're not even with him. But if I were with him, at least I won't get my ass kicked." Smiled the Russian, spitting blood right into Denmark's face. Matthias smiled and threw the Russian across the room. It was as if Ivan was just a throw pillow.

"Stop it, Denmark-sama!" yelled Japan. "Please, kuya stop it!" begged Philippines. The Canadian glared at him. Those faces didn't even make Denmark flinch; under normal circumstances he'd just call it quits and smile at them. Bu today was different. He walked away scoffing their scared expressions away.

"farvel, Ivan" he gave such a happy smile. "…for now" his face covered with the Russian's blood. His eyes glistened with pure evil.

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America threw himself to his bed, his hands under his head and had his eyes glued to the ceiling. The rape was fine…he'd done worse to himself when he was lonely because of Denmark.

…Strangely, he couldn't remember what happened that night, they drank one bottle of beer but somehow they couldn't remember even one small detail. He sighed heavily then looking at the ceiling seriously.

'I can't let him do that to Denmark! I won't let Russia kill him! I won't! I won't! I won't! I'd rather be miserable with him alive than miserable without him.' He thought. It was unfair…if their countries were under attack, they felt the pain. If the people die, Heaven forbid, or the land masses themselves, they'd die. But if they, the representatives, died…Life would continue as is. So, if Russia would kill Denmark, he'd be killing Matthias not the kingdom.

"What the FUCK! I won't let that damn commie touch one strand on his fuckin' messy hair!" Alfred shouted hugging a giant mochi Denmark pillow with both arms and legs.

He sighed in annoyance. He knew for a fact that Ivan was had problems, mentally. But it wasn't his fault…you should see how hard his working so he won't be poor again, which is his fear. That's why he's cold to others, years of hardship made him that way. But inside he's a warm and fuzzy kid with an oddly big nose…like him…minus the nose. But still it won't excuse him from hurting Denmark…with a coffee table!

America always tried to look at things as if it was a comedy, even just by a bit. But the only sure thing that would help him out of this was a jam session.

He approached his Grand Piano that rested in the center of his awesome Tokyo pent house apartment. It was surrounded by curving sofas so that he could lounge anywhere when he felt like writing music. He fumbled with the keys, playing it. Getting his fingers warmed up. He cracked his knuckles and started playing some Beethoven before remembering a song that a certain drunken British made up. It had potential so he decided to write it down. Now where did he put that piece of paper?

He opened his wallet and took out a wrinkled piece of paper with coffee stains. "Now there it is! PARTY IN THE USA!" he placed the crumpled sheet on the sheet stand. He started playing the piano.

So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like yeah
Movin' my hips like yeah
I got my hands up,
They're playin' my song
I know I'm gonna be OK
Yeah, it's a party in the USA
Yeah, it's a party in…the…U…S…A

He suddenly stopped when he realized how stupid he felt. Singing didn't really help… Damn it, he just wanted to be with him! Why was it always impossible? Why was he always a pussy? Why couldn't he look Matthias in the eye and I say he didn't care if Russia was a psychopath, that he'd protect him from Ivan? He clenched his fists… he couldn't fight anymore. He wanted to surrender. Just then words came fluttering from his mouth as his fingers played again.

So confused wanna ask you if you love me

He started crying…
But I don't wanna seem so weak

His voice shaking…
Maybe I've been California dreaming
He sang at the top of his lungs, his awesome voice echoing…
Yeah yeah yeah

He stopped…trying to think of what to write next
In this… California king bed?
….We're ten…. thousand miles apart
I've been… California wishing(?)on these stars…
For your heart for me

He stopped
My California king
My California king…

He smiled through the tears…

In this California king bed
We're ten thousand miles apart
I've been California wishing on these stars
For your heart for me
My California king

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The Dane locked the door to his apartment. Slamming the door behind slowly. He sighed exhaustingly. 'What an exciting day!' he remarked sarcastically.

He stepped into his bathroom and washed the blood-spit mess on his face. He placed his head under the faucet, letting the water hit the back of his head. Damn, he needed some cold water. He tried recollecting everything that happened that day.

He got hit by a table. He just saw the love of his life get raped. He beat the ass of the rapist. He flipped everybody off. He almost killed a man.

He arched his head back letting his wet hair drip water on his fine coat. His wild hair matted down covering his left eye. He grabbed the towel patting his mane dry but left it over his head. He needed to sleep…before attempting to beat the hell out of Russia again. And again. And again….out like a light.

It was the time when they finally patched things up about the NATO incident…like always they would go out for a drink and they were pretty wasted…scratch that, they were VERY wasted.

"America! Why do you always hang out with that Russian character anyway?" asked a buzzed Dane.

"Aw, come one dude! *hic* you're friends with him, you should *hic* understand that he's kinda lonely…and his fun *hic*" slurred the American.

"Yep! You're right…but I'm lots more fun, right bro?" exclaimed the Dane swinging his arm over his friend's shoulder.

"Yeah, so much fun!" the American chuckled loudly.

"Why I'd kill that commie if he gets his hands on you!' Denmark hugged America tighter…slightly becoming serious.

"Oh, don't be like that Denny, we'd always be best buddies! Don't be jealous!" the Drunken America laughed trying to pat the Dane who was hugging him from behind to no success.

"No way! You're mine" The Dane nuzzled his neck.

*BANG!*

Denmark felt blood from the American's chest. He plopped to the floor. How did the gun not hit him? Was he a ghost. He looked up seeing Russia holding his gun in front of them. Denmark hurriedly grabbed his axe avenging the death of his love.

"N-no Denmark, please!" America was wheezing. "f-for me!" he started tearing up. With that the American died with his last breath. Matthias's cold stares not leaving the Russian. His eyes watery from seeing America die. He pulled Ivan's gun and held it to his chest, whispering 'shoot'

*BANG!*

The kingdom of Denmark woke up in a cold sweat, his hair still down. What the hell was that dream? He didn't know but it must've been a sign that killing Russia wouldn't work the way he wanted it to. He slumped back to bed and looked to his night stand. He pulled out the top drawer. He took out a very old looking book and opened it. The papers were filled with sketches of animals, plants, building, foods, his fellow nations, especially America. At meetings he'd pretend to listen to Germany only to be secretly drawing his friends. Each drawing had life in them, they weren't some child's scribbles, they were art. Some were colored and some were only sketches. But either way it was always a good past time for him. He flipped the pages and saw a stupid drawing he did about America being naked while riding a horse…what subtlety! He also drew some quick sketches of baby America, he remember those baby blue eyes anywhere but it was only until now that drawing him would be…important. He looked up and to his sides as if making sure no one was there to see his…'erotic' drawings of women and Alfred. He suddenly flipped to a page that showcased a cherry blossom tree in pink watercolor and coffee stains.

"Hmmm…cherry blossoms?" He thought for a moment. It was April and Shinjuku gyoen wasn't necessarily far, he could visit.

He grabbed his cell phone and dialed the shy Japan.

"H-hello, Denmark-s-sama!" The Japanese greeted shakily.

"Hey, Japan! Sorry for what happened earlier!" Denmark's happy voice answered. He did feel a bit happier, I mean it wasn't the end. He'd win America no matter what. But now, he just wanted to visit the trees. "Could I ask you to open Shinjuku gyoen…for a moment, please? I just want to draw the trees" he added, not noticing how stupid it made him sound.

"B-but can't you wait until tomorrow?" asked the Japanese man, voice slightly louder.

"Can't, min ven! I really need to do this know or I won't want to draw it tomorrow!" he said cheerily.

"O-okay, Denmark-kun, it'll be open when you get there"

"tak!"

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America didn't know if his possessed or stupid but he wanted to visit Shinjuku gyoen. Now here he was sitting in the middle of the Garden by the lake looking at the moonlit waters. Thank goodness he had Japan's spare key.

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Denmark finally got there, enjoying the view of being surrounded by trees. He started sketching the scenery, a pathway full of pink blossoms that almost look white in the moon light. He made sure to note the interesting textures of the bark…ah the bark. Wood. Cello. He should've brought his cello with him. He took out his brush and took some pinks, white, and browns. He sat himself leaning against an old tree. With his expert hands, he started painting on the blank sheet of paper.

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America looked directly at the moon. Honestly, seeing the garden really made him less afraid of Russia. He knew that he could protect the older nation. Other than that, the Dane seems capable of saving his own ass.

"Alright! I won't give up! I'll have that Dane in my hands in no time! And I will make sure of it!" he yelled aloud with flames of zeal behind him. He crumpled the piece of paper he brought with him; it was a receipt for some bento he bought along the way. He was about to throw it to a trash can when the wind suddenly swept it out of his hand and waved it around. America chased it almost falling into the lake and then it soared higher, he was now jumping just to grab it. Japan would kill him if he littered. He followed the receipt to the bridge.

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Denmark finally finished his quick art. He waved it around and held it up high. He allowed the moon's light to pass through its back, making it more magical. Suddenly the wind blew it away.

"What the!" he yelped. He stood up grabbing his things and started to run after his piece of art. It was hard doing it. He almost tripped on a rock and tried his best not to get his face hit by low-bearing branches. Before he knew it the paper stopped in the middle of the bridge. Matthias knelt down picking up his artwork until a ball of paper bumped his shoes lazily. He picked it up and looked at it questioningly. He heard sneakers on the cemented bridge and looked up to see America, panting heavily.

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Both nations blushed and looked away. They didn't dare look at the other's face. (1) It was awkward to see the person you've been avoiding. (2) They didn't know how to explain why they were there. (3)They've always been hopeless in making a move.

"So…ah…hair down?" pointed out the American, trying to keep the Dane from leaving. Though the Dane had no intentions of the sorts.

"w-well…yeah, didn't have time to…brush it up" Denmark's eyes were glue to his feet while he started playing with his hands. "So, ah… what're you doin' here?" he asked slowly creeping closer to the American. They were now only few inches apart, the Dane's warm hands holding the American by the shoulders.

"Um…I had to get away from it all." answered Alfred softly. "O-oh..I see" the Dane removed his hold on his friends shoulder and looked away, combing his hair down.

"Well…n-not from you of course. To tell you the truth, I'm glad you're here" he said, bright red as he pathetically gave a friendly punch to Denny's chest. He started laughing nervously and scratching the back of his head. Denmark just looked surprised and embarrassed. He took America's hand and held it between his own. Their hearts beating as one. Both couldn't point out why it took them this long to be this comfortable…to finally make the decision that no was not an option, that either way they want to be happy…and happiness was in front of them.

~I love you, Matthias…~

~Jeg elsker dig, Alfred…~

Whispered the wind.

They looked at each other…seemingly dumbfounded by the wind. Memories of that one night started flashing but neither wanted to let go. America wrapped his arms around the Dane's neck, while the other one hooked his arms around the younger nation's waist. They started to get lost in each other's eyes…dreamy smiles creeping on their faces. They leaned closer. Their breaths grazed each other's cheeks.

With a gust of wind, their lips met into a pure and loving kiss. As long as they woke up right next to each other, they know that everything would be fine.

On the top of Tokyo tower two oddly familiar winged figures perched at the highest peak.

"oh, tei-tei! After 140 years!" smiled the one standing. He was dressed sharply in white, with pearlescent skin and blue eyes, golden blonde hair and glasses. His wings flapped happily. "we finally did it!"

"*sigh* Their not out of the woods yet, min kærlighed!" sighed a Danish angel, with messy light blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. He smiled at the American angel.

"Well, we survived our crazy family, so they will too!" hugging the Danish angel behind.

"You're right! Plus, we're the awesome angel couple…we got their backs." He said kissing the younger angel behind him. They giggled feeling the warmth of the embrace when a certain Russian looked like he was waiting for somebody to arrive…

Ivan gave a small smile. He did it. Months of planning and rehearsing his lines in the mirror paid off.

He knew for a long time that he's friends like each other that way, so it was his duty, as a friend, to help. Why didn't he just tell them? Well, what would be the fun in that?

In closer inspection, the Russian had a swollen cheek, a broken noise, a broken back, a concussion; he almost lost his teeth and was puking his guts out for the past hour. It hurt like hell; he wasn't a robot to not feel that. Honestly, he didn't expect to get beat up by the blondes. But still he smiled…

'Where is he?' asked the Russian to himself. 'I better call him'

Just then, a very angry Canadian walked up to him and grabbed him by the shoulder. Russia winced a bit.

"Hey, Vanya! Getting my brother's face and ass fucked wasn't a part of the plan!" he pouted. He knew that Russia was up to something…but he didn't know it'd be like that. "Let's just say, I got carried away" smiled the Russian. Canada continued to pout.

"Ah, Jealous are we?" cooed the Russian ducking his head under his scarf in a fit of embarrassment. "Besides, me getting beat up wasn't a part of the plan too!" he whined.

"*sigh* you're right" the Canadian patted his friend's back making him wince again. They lounged casually looking at the Tokyo traffic. "It worked out in the end!" added the Canadian.

"Da, it really did! You see…my acting is superb!" Russia threw his head back as he leaned against the railings on his back. He started to blush and got on one knee…it was still painful. He pulled out a beautiful bouquet and chocolates.

"W-would you like to go out on a date, da?" he asked shyly.

Canada froze and blushed before smiling and laughing. "Oh, Mon Cher! You can do better than that, l'amour!" Russia looked away, a bit hurt. Canada always loved teasing his boyfriend just a bit. He knelt down and cupped his cheeks. "I won't let you go out while your face looks like a punching bag" He smiled and kissed the Russian's forehead. Both instantly blushed and looked away. The Canadian swooped his Russian boyfriend of his feet and made their way down. Yeah, Russia was a lot more built but that didn't mean that Canada couldn't carry him. He is Canada, the awesome after all.

Denmark says 'Let Go of him. you Russian bastard!' okay... oh yeah, there are two more arcs to do...stay tuned. They'll be more on the funny side ans also a new fic will be started about funny drabbles about when they weren't in a relationship and of course the crazy stuff that happened when they started their lives together!

*OF COURSE I'LL BE WRITING About RUSCAN some other time J0

*if you haven't finured it out yet...the angel couple is Angel DENAME! I know right :3

*Jun 10, 2013- Sorry I just added some breaks between each scene so you won't get confused. I could've sworn I added them in before posting it...