I HAVE COME BACK TO LIFE!

*cricket cricket chirp chirp/no reaction*

Okay, that's great, can we get on with the story now? (Cookies to anyone who knows what movie the first line is from and bonus cookies if you know who said it. ;P It's from the movie that got me into slash and yaoi.)

And here we go.

P.S. Thank you to all of you that reviewed! It made me happy and gave me the self-confidence to write faster! :D

Chapter 3: Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun...DA-NUH! (–Mission Impossible...I think.)

America made sure the tiny, almost invisible listening device was implanted in his ear before smiling contentedly and bursting rather dramatically into the World Meeting Room. Almost everyone turned to either glare at him, stare at him, or just plain acknowledge his presence and downright ignore him. America knew that the majority of it all was the latter.

"Morning, everyone!" America laughed and waved. A couple people waved back, but most of them just muttered under their breaths. The American strode in and took the last available seat–ironically, next to England.

"You're late," the Brit whispered harshly.

America grinned. "Not just late, Iggy. Fashionably late." The American gave a wink to the irritated Englishman, who blushed lightly and responded, "Since when are you of all people fashionable?"

The American placed a hand on England's shoulder. "I pity the fact that you cannot see my true beauty, Iggy." England rolled his eyes and brushed America's hand off.

"No class," he hissed under his breath, facing America. "No class at all."

America smirked and placed his hand on his chin, staring the Brit down. "Wanna bet?"

England smiled. "No. I already know that I'm right."

America frowned. "How do you always know so much about me?" He pulled a hamburger out of his pocket and took a bite out of it. England wrinkled his nose in disgust and sighed.

"I diapered your bottom. I think I bloody well ought to!" the Englishman rebuked the younger, blue-eyed nation. America opened his mouth to retort when Germany's voice cut across the room like a knife.

"America, England! No side conversations when someone else is talking. Please save your fraternizing for later."

England felt his face flare up and immediately began paying attention to Spain, who was currently speaking. America turned back too, his smirk only deepening.

And the tiny, inconspicuous, mechanical dot attached to England's suit blinked to life, died down, and immediately began fulfilling its job.

~GuessingGame~

Lunch break came sooner than America expected, and he immediately shot up in the exact opposite direction of England. If he had turned around, he would have noticed the Brit's brief, surpassing, wistful face England made. But it lasted only a second, and America used that second to get out of the room.

~GuessingGame~

Japan sighed and gathered his things. Today had been another pointless meeting, and they had reached no amendments to the world's problems. To add to Japan's hidden temper, the lack of any US/UK sightings since Friday night had been minimal. And he had absolutely no ideas.

"Baka tsundere," he continuously muttered under his breath until a hand came around and clamped him on the shoulder. The Japanese man whirled around to see Greece standing there, an unreadable expression on his face. Japan smiled lightly. Something about seeing Heracles always brought a smile to his face, no matter what was irritating him, even lack of yaoi.

"Good morning, Greece," Japan greeted.

Greece looked the black-haired man over. "Are you unwell?" He finally asked.

Japan widened his eyes in surprise. Caught. The black-haired man chuckled softly. "I can never get anything passed you, can I, Greece?" Said man smiled softly.

"Why don't you eat lunch with me, Japan?" the Greek man offered. The Japanese man snapped his eyes off of the floor and looked at Greece. Well, it will probably make me feel better after the shortage of yaoi.

"I'd like that," Japan smiled, taking the other man's hand and walking to the lunch room.

~GuessingGame~

America threw open the bathroom door and entered a random stall, closing the door behind him and locking it. He adjusted the tiny device in his ear until he heard static, then a couple of voices. The American silently cheered for himself. All of this better be worth his trouble, since this equipment caused a lot of damn money and plus, he was skipping lunch break.

Skipping. Lunch. Break.

America sighed as he sat down on the toilet seat and began listening as England's voice came into focus. This had better be worth both his lunch and his money.

~GuessingGame~

England sighed as he walked into the lunch room alone. Why had America ran off like that before any of them could even stand, and in the exact opposite direction as he? Does he hate me that much? The Brit sighed and walked into the lunch room, paper bag in hand, and sat at a random table. He took out the scones he had packed and began chewing them slowly, thoughtfully.

"Am I really that unlikeable?" he muttered to himself, and almost all of a sudden, two figures walked over and slipped themselves into the two seats at England's table. England blinked, swallowed, and looked up to see France and Canada.

France beamed at the Englishman, who immediately frowned in return.

"Good morning, England! Although it is almost afternoon, I must say you look splendid!" France winked at him, then doubled over from pain as if something had just kicked him underneath the table. Seeing Canada's pissed off expression, it was probably him.

England just rolled his eyes in response and took another bite out of his scone. "Whatever, France. Don't try and flirt with me; it won't work."

"What, would you rather have it be that person?" France snickered and Canada took a bite out of his sandwich. England felt his face flush.

"Th-that's besides the point!" he hissed in protest, face turning several shades of red at once. "I love n-no one!"

Canada wiped his mouth with his sleeve and placed the remainder of his lunch in a nearby trash bin. "I-I'm sorry to say this, England, but it really is painfully obvious that you're pining for his affections. He really is extremely dense." The Canadian nodded sympathetically.

England narrowed his eyes slightly at him, then back to France. "Why are you talking to me?" France wagged a finger in his face and proceeded to shower the room with roses before continuing.

"I merely want to help you with your," France turned around for a second, "hopeless," he mumbled, quickly turning back to England, "situation with the country of your affections!" England felt his face flare up again, and he threw the now-empty bag of scones away in the nearby trash bin.

"I have no idea what the bloody hell you're talking about, you frog," the Brit replied coolly. He refrained from insulting Canada. God knows how he got dragged into this.

France smiled. "But England? Isn't the person you love," the Frenchman walked over to the Brit's side and placed a hand on his shoulder, unknowingly brushing off a certain tiny tracer, "America?"

The Englishman gulped, and France smiled smugly.

"I thought so."

~GuessingGame~

America leaned back against the wall, listening intently to the conversation he was hearing.

"I have no idea what the bloody hell you're talking about, you frog," he heard Iggy say, and America couldn't help but crack a smile. That was the England he knew. Always in denial. There was a little feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him feel happy that England had openly and willingly (kind of) told him that he was in fact in love with someone, even if he hadn't told him who it was. America bonked his head against the wall, ridding himself of any further emotions, and continued listening.

"But England," France's voice. America struggled to listen. "Isn't the person you love...?" America's eyes grew wide. This is it...! Then, there was a rustle of clothes.

And all he could hear was static.

America tapped the little device repeatedly, but to no avail. He caught a bit of what France said before everything died. "I thought so." Then everything changed to static once again. America slumped to the ground.

"Damn it," he mumbled under his breath. I was so close. And I even missed lunch break. And that equipment cost a lot of fucking money, goddammit! America hit his fist against the wall, cursing mentally. Then he regained control of himself.

Why am I getting so worked up over the fact that I didn't find out? He thought to himself. The America pulled himself into a standing position, eyes widening in shock and realization. Am I...could it be that I...?

Suddenly, a shrill voice interrupted his thoughts.

"LIKE, AMERICA! What are you doing in the restroom stall, like, totally not even going to the restroom, man?" America looked up to see Poland standing on top of Lithuania looking over the top of the stall. America chuckled lightly.

"I just needed to clear my head, dude," America waved off Poland's concern. "Nothing you two need to be worried about." He opened the stall and Lithuania and Poland fell to the floor with a dull thud.

Lithuania stood, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry, America. Poland kind of dragged me into looking for you." The brunette glared daggers at the Pole, who just smiled and gave a peace sign. The Lithuanian sighed, but smiled nonetheless. "Lunch break is over. We should get to the Meeting Room now."

"Yeah! So let's go!" the blonde man grabbed Lithuania's hand and began dragging him out of the restroom, then paused.

"Hey, America! Like, do you wanna go on a shopping spree with Liet and me sometime? There are these totally cute shoes I wanted to get," Poland giggled. "It'll be fun! I promise!" the Pole smiled. Lithuania was behind Poland, waving his hands around frantically and shaking his head in a desperate attempt to tell America, "Don't say yes. Whatever you do, don't say yes. Unless you have a death wish."

America laughed lightly and smiled. "I'll think about it, okay, Poland?" The Pole's eyes lit up.

"Okay! See ya, man!" And with that, the two nations were out of the bathroom.

America pushed Texas further up his nose and frowned. I know I came to an important realization before Poland came, he thought. The blue-eyed nation racked his brains, but came up with nothing. Oh, well, he thought, walking out of the restroom towards the Meeting Room.

If I forgot about it, it must not have been very important. Right?

~GuessingGame~

France flipped open his cell phone and dialed Japan, eager to tell him his latest idea on how to get America and England together.

Japan answered on the fourth ring. "H-hello? T-this...is Japan..." He sounded breathless, and France cocked an eyebrow, momentarily forgetting about his plan.

"Hm...is Greece over there? I'd just love to know what you're doing right now," France teased. Japan was silent on the other end. Then, the Frenchman swore he could literally feel the daggers the Japanese man was glaring at him on the other end.

"Well," he started, "at least I've gotten somewhere. You and Canada still seem to be on first base..." Japan's every word dripped with venom. France immediately grew serious and narrowed his eyes.

"Don't bring Matthieu into this conversation," the blonde snarled. Then, his face brightened. "I have another idea on how to get those two idiots together. C'est genial." The Japanese man calmed down on the other end of the line as well.

"I see," he murmured. "You have come up with an idea before I have. Impressive. So what is it?" France opened his mouth to continue, but was interrupted by something.

"Japan, who is that?"

"It's no one; just go back to bed, I'll be there in a little bit," Japan sighed. France snickered.

The black-haired nation cleared his throat angrily. "Your plan, France-san?"

France chuckled. "Ah, yes," he said. "There's a festival somewhere near here, starting Wednesday and ending at Friday. Wednesday is the day after tomorrow." The Frenchman paused to collect himself. "If we can somehow drag them there one of those days and leave them alone..."

Japan smiled. He liked this idea. "...I see where this is going. I will call Hungary-chan. Shall we meet at her hotel room tomorrow morning to discuss this plan?" France beamed.

"Bien," France answered. "See you there."

"Ne, France-san?"

"Hm?" the Frenchman responded. Japan paused, then smiled.

"You and Canada won't be on first base for long," the Japanese man chuckled wickedly and hung up the phone. France stared in either shock, horror, or amazement at his cell phone. Maybe it was all three.

"I didn't know he could be so...creepy," France mumbled, shivering. Bon Seigneur, what does yaoi do to people? The blonde paused. Oh, right...

~GuessingGame~

America sat on his bed, jotting down several things before sighing. He had narrowed down some things due to the conversation he had eavesdropped on, which was good, but he still couldn't find out who England was in love with with just this. The American's paper looked something like this:

Operation: Find Out England's True Love! ('Cause I'm the hero, duh! ;D)

Discuss over movie–ineffective. Over dinner? Ineffective, too, but did get some dancing lessons with Iggy. Makes me feel happy inside for some reason. ^^ Will investigate later on.

Eavesdropping Using Spy Thingy–Got some results.

1.) Subject is male. (Again, that happy feeling. What is it?)

2.) Is dense, apparently. (Is it Spain...? DX Oh, God, I hope not...)

3.) The situation, according to France, is hopeless. I wonder why?

Today's Conclusion–Still not enough to figure it out. Need to think up another strategy! *pokes brain with stick* Think, think, think...

America sighed and lay down on his bed, groaning. He had no idea what he was going to do, honestly. The hamburger-lover immersed himself in his thoughts, before he heard the familiar tune of his national anthem. The American opened his eyes and reached for his cell phone on the bedside table and flipped it open.

"Hey, what's up?" America asked, and was kind of surprised to hear France's reply.

"Hello, Amerique. I was just wondering," the Frenchman began, "do you have any plans this Wednesday?"

~GuessingGame~

Eh. It was okay. I kind of liked it. Sort of.

I didn't expect to be here this soon. But it's like, right after I finish one chapter, an idea sparks for the next one, and I can't stop myself!

And, HA! YOU THOUGHT AMERICA WAS FINALLY GOING TO REALIZE HE WAS HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH IGGY, DIDN'T YOU! Mwahahahahaha! Sorry, ain't happening yet. *evil smirk*

Next chapter...a carnival...

See you there...nininininininniiiiii.