This chapter is a little shorter than the rest, but it's the climax of all the America and England UST! So enjoy! It does get a little hot in this chapter, so remember your sun block! I still don't own Hetalia, but I wish I did. At least I do in my dreams.

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Turning the World Upside Down

Chapter 7: Kisses and Plots

It was Monday. Hungary was sore all over from Germany's obstacle course. America had teased her about it, claiming she had gone soft. Hungary retaliated with "Try running three miles being chased by a rabid bear in heels." That had gotten him to shut up effectively. But she was still tired and she had twisted her ankle leaping over a pit of vipers (God only knows how Germany got his hands on THOSE), so she was in a bad mood. Her photography class had ignored the fact that she was clearly exhausted and run-down and demanded that she go around after school and take pictures of all the teachers she could find for the yearbook. So here she was- 16 teachers down, 63 to go. She turned into the science hallway and froze. A smirk began to play around her lips. This was too good.

England was at his locker. No surprise there. The surprising part was America, who was basically confining England to the small space of the locker with one hand on either side of the shorter blond. England's face was flushed and he was squeezed as far back as he could go. Still, his nose was lightly touching America's.

"G-go away, you bloody git!" England was snarling, not sounding particularly convincing. America sighed, a mock-pout on his face.

"Aw, England. You know that hurts me. Plus," he said, a grin beginning to form, "You can't say things like 'bloody git' in your cute little accent without expecting something like this to happen." England blushed even redder and tried to back up again. "It's not going to work, Britboy. You know you like me anyway."

The awkwardness of the situation was momentarily forgotten in England's rage. "I do not!" he spat in complete denial. America's grinned widened.

"See, this isn't fair. You're too cute, you can't expect me to be able to control myself." With that said, Alfred leaned in the extra few inches and gently kissed Arthur on the mouth. Hungary instantly squealed, then clapped both hands over her mouth. Luckily for her, neither of the other two nations seemed to notice. Alfred had tilted Arthur's chin up slightly to make things easier for him, and a dazed Arthur hadn't resisted, his face the color of an overripe tomato. The kiss was soft, sweet, and unhurried, surprisingly comforting for Alfred who was always pushy and obnoxious. Hungary tapped her fingers on the camera, trying to resist the temptation to be a crazed little picture-snapping fangirl. She did admirably well, and a few seconds later, Alfred pulled back, cheeks flushed and panting slightly. What happened next nobody expected- not England, America, or the slightly stalkerish Hungary.

England grabbed America's bomber jacket with both hands and dragged the shocked nation down to mash their lips together again. This time, England set the tone, and it wasn't nearly as innocent as their previous kiss had been. Alfred was understandably shocked, but simply chalked it up to unresolved sexual tension and kissed back with as much force and passion. Meanwhile, poor Hungary was losing it. 'I will not photograph this, it should be private and it's not my business and- Oh screw it, I need this on film'. Hungary pulled her camera up to eye level, taking a fantastic picture of England and America swapping spit in front of a locker. England's eyes opened at the flash, and he saw Hungary standing there, blushing heatedly, with a camera in her hands. He immediately shoved America away, blushing harder than he thought possible.

"E-E-Elizabeta-san? How long have you been standing there?" he managed to stammer out. Hungary only grinned like an idiot.

"That. Was. SO HOT."

"Thanks. Isn't he the cutest thing?" America added with a smirk, wrapping one arm around the squirming England.

"Definitely. Especially when he's embarrassed." Hungary playfully poked the tip of England's nose, giggling when he avoided her gaze. "Well, I'm gonna go take more pictures of teachers for the dumb yearbook project. Sorry I interrupted you. Please, continue where you left of," she added as an afterthought. Then, she skipped down the hallway, laughing to herself and clutching her camera like it was her best friend. Which it currently was (Sorry, Seychelles).

"Wait, Hungary!" yelled England. He sighed when she didn't turn around. "She has a picture of that, you know," he said with a scowl. America just grabbed both of Arthur's hands in his own and smiled that mischievous smile.

"I don't very much care about Hungary right now," Alfred breathed, causing Arthur to tremble slightly and try weakly to pull away.

"Why are you trying to get away, Arthur?" purred America, merely leaning slightly closer to England. "You were so forward before... Don't tell me you've changed your mind that quickly."

"Um, well... I..." England tried, extremely flustered.

"Um, well, you?" America said, smirking again, his low voice still sending chills that raced up and down Arthur's spine.

"I... I must ask that you let go of me," Arthur said, trying and failing to regain that clipped, professional tone.

"And is that what you really want me to do?" murmured the taller nation in response, lightly kissing England's collarbone. England whimpered slightly, subconsciously clutching America closer to him.

"No," he said in a faint voice. The words were out before he could stop himself.

"Didn't think so," Alfred said triumphantly before forcefully kissing England's mouth again. Another telltale shutter click followed, but neither England nor America heard it this time. Hungary snuck back into the alcove, cradling the camera to her chest.

"Who needs pictures of the teachers? This is GOLD!"

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Austria packed up his desk neatly, smiling with mild relief. Finally, he could go home. Mondays were always tough, and he was happy that he could go home now. Or so he thought.

"AUSTRIA!" yelled Hungary, storming into his office with a victorious grin on her face. Austria merely blinked.

"Ah. Hungary-san. May I help you?" She grinned smugly.

"Yes, you may. Repeal the dating and no PDA rules, or else."

"Or else what?" Austria asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Or else," said Hungary with a smile that said she was glad he asked, "I post THESE all over the school."

Austria looked at the pictures she had just slammed on the desk. Was that... England and America? And… their mouths were…

"Oh my god," Austria murmured in shock, before promptly collapsing into a dead faint.

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