Chapter 17

America swiftly gave a tour of the building, only skipping one room. When they passed the room and America didn't give a quick explanation, not even looking at the door once before passing, England became confused. He tried to open it, but found the sturdy wood door locked.

"Hey America, care to explain what's behind this?" England called out, gesturing to the door in question.

"Nothing," America said sadly, "just some old things of my mother's." England practically did a double take. America had a mum? No country had a mum or pa, so this was quite a shocker.

"What was your mum's name?" England asked.

"Native America," the younger nation answered. Now England did a double take.

"Honestly, is today 'Surprise England with shocking information until he dies of a heart attack' Day? What's next, you turn out to be gay?" England grumped, but if one were to pay close attention, one would notice the smile that crossed his face for a split second while he said it. America cracked a grin too as he replied.

"I actually am feeling very gay right now," America smirked, "but I hope you don't mistake me for being strange to have such joy rushing through my body at the moment." America meant every word of it. He hadn't felt as happy as he did now since… well, he couldn't put his finger on the time exactly, but he had felt very happy whenever it was. England couldn't help but chuckle, wondering when the meaning of the word changed so dramatically. Still smiling like fools, the duo walked back to the kitchen, where America began to get ready to go out so he could get ready to get something to cook with, before England stopped him.

"Alright, since it's your mum's room, I won't pry. But I am cooking tonight." America began to protest, but the elder nation cut him off. "I don't want to hear any 'if', 'ands', or 'buts', I am cooking and that's final, understand?" England looked America straight in the eye and at that point, America knew that resistance was futile. But that didn't mean that he couldn't try.

"It's no use, Iggy. If you go out there now, then all the people who have died because of your cooking will get you, to save the world. In fact, I think I'm about to join them," America did a mock death before standing up and walking towards England like a zombie. "Must stop Iggy. Must stop Iggy."

"Oh, shut up, you git. My cooking's perfectly fine and you know it. Besides, you've got a stomach of steel. And don't call me Iggy!" Iggy said, annoyed at the childish behavior being displayed. "Come along Flying Mint Bunny, let's go." England walked out the door and started the car, driving towards the nearest town he had seen.

"Ok, but don't blame me if you end up dead!" America called out after him. He ate England's food as a kid; he could deal with it now. How bad could it be?

Apparently, it could be very, very bad. England had tried to make pasta. And by 'tried' I mean, he put a ton of random spices in, mixed some spaghetti and Ramon noodles in a lasagna pan, and baked it for 30 minutes. All the while talking to Flying Mint Bunny, mind you. America faked a stomachache, which wasn't very hard, and excused himself, trying his hardest to look like he was really sad about not being able to eat the…. Umm… Food? Yeah, the food, that England made. Having helped his guest unpack earlier, he went to bed, still feeling slightly joyous.

Gay: adj. Having or showing a merry, lively mood: gay spirits, gay music. Synonyms: Cheerful, gleeful, glad, lighthearted, ect. Antonyms: serious, grave, solemn, joyless, ect.

Okay, here is chapter 17! Before people get on my case about "Why haven't you posted in over a month!" I have a big announcement to make. I'm... not into Hetalia anymore. I haven't been for a while. Right now, I'm more into things like Darkwing Duck and Sonic (both of which I've written stories for). This does not mean that the story is going to be discontinued, what it does mean is that I need a way to quickly wrap this up (honestly, who wants to read the writing of a person who isn't into the series?) without romance. I have tried my hardest to put no romance in this story, and I want to keep that trend. I will take suggestions on how to end this though. Again, sorry for how long this chapter took. Review time! Daffodil, you're right, England is a very snoopy fellow. Strawberry, the reason he didn't live in this house is because I'm the author and I said so (Actually, I was trying to keep canon). Silverheart,(gives hug) besides Aladdin and The Little Mermaid (I haven't seen the cartoon vesion, I only have the movies, but I like those) I agree with you about all of those shows. By the by, tell me who you're favorite characters were or you're CHEMISTRY! Wait, I mean Math, no, PE, no History! Or you're history! I bet this went over most people's heads. Raise your hand and say the episode name if it didn't. Marzy, the storage room episodes took place in the house they are in now, because if you look around at the enviroment, you'll find you will not be in the city, but a sort of forest. While recent episodes do take place in the apartment, the storage room ones do not. I hope that helped you to understand a little bit more. That's it, so I'm gonna go now. Adios Amigos (or Amigas)! Ciao!