I never thought this would make it to 10 chapters! I thank all my readers and reviewers for helping me to get this far! I love all you guys, thanks for your never-ending support! More special thanks to CoffeeSpazzumUSA who always gives me the support I need in writing my USxUK! She's FANTASTIC for bouncing ideas off of! Enjoy chapter 10! I STILL don't own Hetalia, blah blah blah. You get it by now.

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Turning the World Upside Down

Chapter 10: Peer Pressure

England was running down the hallways. Technically, that meant that he was breaking his own rules, but he was technically also given a good reason. And that reason manifested itself in the form of America, who was chasing him through the hallways on his ridiculous, rule-breaking roller blades, yelling "HEY, ENGLAND!" at the top of his lungs. Ever since the 'incident' that happened a few days ago, Arthur had been completely unable to look Alfred in the eye and had been successful so far in completely avoiding him. Of course, Alfred had been trying just as hard to track down the Briton, and even constantly burst into Arthur's classrooms looking for him. Usually, England could just hide behind a desk and America would give up for the time being. However, America had just spotted him in the hallway three minutes ago. Thus, the chase began.

"WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?" bellowed America, chasing after him. England turned red as he saw random students gaping or laughing. Some, including Prussia, were taking bets on w and cheering for their respective contestants.

"THIS ISN'T A BLOODY BETTING POOL! GET TO CLASS!" he bellowed at them as he flew past.

"IGNORE HIM!" America cheerfully said as he skated past as well. "HE'S NOT IN CLASS RIGHT NOW EITHER! CAN I BET TEN DOLLARS ON ME?"

"SURE!" Prussia yelled back, writing it neatly into his clipboard. Then they zipped around the corner and out of sight. Prussia chuckled. "Weirdo."

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America managed to catch England in the hallway outside the science classrooms. "Hey," he said, his hand wrapped firmly around England's wrist. "Why were you running?"

"Um, because..." he stammered, feeling his face flush just from looking into America's sapphire eyes. 'Damn.'

"Well, whatever. Do you want to go to a concert?" America asked, looking a little shy and refusing to make eye contact. "It's this Saturday, and it's a Beatles imitation band. I know you like the Beatles, so I bought two tickets online. Do you want to go?"

"Wait. How did you know I liked the Beatles?"

"Oh, Hungary was visiting Austria and I looked in your office. You have a framed picture of Paul McCartney on your desk." Before England could reprimand him on going into England's office (all the student council members had one), America interrupted again. "Please, England? It'll be fun!"

"Wait, wait," said England, narrowing his eyes. "If we go, um... together... everyone will think we're on a date."

"Yeah, that was kinda the plan," said America pointedly.

"We're not dating, though," England said obstinately. America rolled his eyes.

"Seriously? So you're saying you kiss random students in the hallway with no plans of commitment? I didn't think you were that type of guy." England's face turned bright red.

"I refuse to acknowledge that ever happened. It was a moment of weakness."

An almost predatory smirk began to form on Alfred's face. "Hm, really? Well then, it must have been in your dreams. Why don't we make sure that it happens in reality?"

England blushed and pulled away from America's grip. "What?" He squeaked, sounding particularly unmanly.

"I think you heard me, Britboy," America said, chuckling as England took a few steps backward. "Aww, you look afraid. Come on, I don't bite. Much." With that said, Alfred strolled forward, grabbed England's tie and yanked him forward until their lips crashed painfully together. The bell rang, but neither of them noticed, both too busy kissing each other. When Alfred started kissing him more passionately, Arthur's legs turned to jelly and he would have fallen to the ground if Alfred wasn't basically supporting him anyway. England heard a giggle and opened his eyes to see an entire assembly of students crowded around him and America. Just standing there. Watching.

With a strangled sound, he shoved America off him and dusted off his uniform. America simply sat on the ground, blinking up at the crowd. "Wasn't that the hottest thing you've ever seen?" America asked with a grin.

"HELL YES!" Cried Hungary's voice from the back of the crowd. Most of the girls immediately started voicing their agreement and encouraging them to continue. The boys simply smirked.

"Alfred Jones, I'm going to kill you," England hissed. Their audience still heard him despite the low volume of his voice and a chorus of 'oooooh's followed.

"Don't take that crap, Alfred!" shouted a voice. It was Romano's.

"Oh, you used my last name too," said America with his customary grin. "Am I in trouble? Are you going to punish me?" A handful of high-pitched squeals followed this declaration, accompanied by four or five faints. Spain, who was there as well, grabbed one of them (A girl named Kimi) and dragged her off to the nurse's office. Some other kids helped take away the remaining unconscious girls.

"What are you talking about, idiot?" snapped England, his face flushing a bright red. "Have you been hanging around that bloody pervert Bonnefoy?"

"HEY!" Yelled Francis, yanking back his hand from its position (about to grope innocent Matthew Williams) and glaring. "I'M NOT A PERVERT!" Everyone ignored him.

"I think you know what I'm talking about," Alfred said, kissing England lightly on the tip of his nose. He blushed bright red. More fangirl shrieks.

"Stop it," he said, looking away, embarrassment plain on his face.

"Only if you promise to go to the concert with me Saturday."

"Is that what this is about? Honestly, you are such a..." he trailed off when he noticed America's face, which was completely serious. England had never seen him look like that before. "...Alright. I'll go."

"Really?" America said, grinning delightedly. England backtracked hastily.

"ONLY because you already bought the tickets." America laughed in triumph and swept England up into a bridal style carry and began to walk out of the circle of people. England was whacking America's arm forcefully, but the grinning blond refused to put him down. The people began to clap and cheer for them, becoming even more boisterous when England's face turned bright red.

"It's almost like a wedding!" A gushing Hungary said to the boy next to her.

"Bett'r not be," he said without even turning to look at her, putting one arm possessively around the smaller (surprised) blond boy on his other side. "I'm the only one allow'd t' have a bride."

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That last bit was for all those who were upset that I didn't have SuFin in my poll. Hopefully this will make everyone happy.