I'm back. *Silent cheer* I'm excited and pumped! *winces at amount of strength it takes to say that*

Oh, and it has also recently come to my attention that some people think that US/UK fans are annoying. I have to say that I was quite heavily offended by that. Wouldn't FrUK or JP/US fans go crazy if they saw a sweet moment between their favorite pairing? And not all US/UK fans used episode 20 (the Revolution ep.) As proof that they were canon. I just saw it as a brief, sad moment in history and moved on.

I'm sorry. I'm just...pissed off frankly. Anyway, I've decided to write this to get my mind off of it. *mumble mumble* Reviews would make my day right about now...

Chapter 4: Carnivals, Part 1

Japan slowly cracked one eye open, then the other. The bright sunlight streamed through the window, and he sighed. Tuesday morning; he should get to Hungary's room soon. The Japanese man was about to get up, when he noticed that the shower was on and smiled lightly to himself. Greece was still here. At this thought, his legs contracted slightly, as if they were still wrapped around the brunette. I really am a lucky man, Japan thought to himself, letting out a satisfied sigh. I'm grateful.

Japan threw off the covers and walked over to the closet. He quickly changed into a red tank top with a Japanese-themed sweater over it, and jeans. There was no meeting today, thank God. They would have enough time to talk over what they were going to do with Object 1 and Object 2. And maybe throw a little bit of Franada into the mix, who knows.

Walking into the small kitchen of the hotel room, he quickly grabbed some breakfast. After finishing that, Japan sighed and looked at the clock. It was 9:35 am. The jet black-haired man decided that it was about time to go.

"Ne, Heracles!" he called. The Greek man popped his head out from the bathroom, towel in one hand, drying his brown hair.

"Yes?"

"I'm going to go to Hungary-chan's room to discuss an important issue," Japan said calmly, getting up from the table and placing his empty plate in the sink. "I'll be back in a while." The Japanese man grabbed his backpack off of the couch nearby, and was about to exit the room when Greece's voice stopped him.

"Japan?"

Said man jumped and turned around to face Greece, who, like always, had an unreadable expression on his face. The Greek paused, as if he was flustered at what he was about to say. Then he said,

"I love you. Be safe."

Japan's eyes widened slightly, then he smiled warmly and crossed the room to give Heracles a quick peck on the cheek. "I love you too. Take care of yourself as well." Greece smiled and nodded, waving goodbye as Japan exited the room.

As soon he was out of the room, Japan stopped walking in the middle of the hallway to smile and giggle, and Greece slid into the couch and pressed a pillow to his face to suppress his blush.

I really am a lucky guy.

~GuessingGame~

Japan knocked on Hungary's door, and she opened it on the third knock.

"Hi, Japan! Come on in, Canada and France are already here," she smiled warmly, blowing a strand of brown hair out of her face in the process. Japan nodded and entered the room, only to be bombarded by France.

"Alright! I called Amerique and he said that he could come on any of the days of the carnival. He said he would try and talk Angleterre into coming as well, and God knows that England won't refuse an invitation like that from America!" France paused to catch his breath, and Japan chuckled at the other man's obvious excitement. Yes, France was definitely a US/UK fan. It was kind of amusing. "Donc, je pensais que les maneges principaux que nous devrions cibles sont la grande roue et la maison hauntee!" France was about to continue, when Japan cut him off with a wave of his hand.

"France, somewhere in there you slipped into French. I only understood the Ferris Wheel part. What was the rest?" Japan asked politely, taking a seat on the couch on the other side of Canada. Hungary walked in with a tray of tea and laid it on the coffee table in front of them, then sat down on another chair nearby.

"Merci," France thanked her, grabbing a cup of tea and drinking a little, then, turning back to Japan, said, "My sincerest apologies. I was just so excited, I slipped into French. Anyway, I thought that the rides we should be targeting for the two are the Ferris Wheel and the Haunted House." The Frenchman took another sip of his tea and waved his hand, indicating that Canada would be the next person to speak.

"It's a bit of a cliche, but it's bound to work," Canada smiled and hugged that little bear of his closer. "The cliches make the best moe scenes after all, eh." The polar bear looked up at its master in a confused manner.

"Who are you, again?"

Canada sighed. "I'm Matthew Williams...Canada, your master?"

Hungary nodded in agreement. "I like the sound of it. I've already talked the Festival Management into installing tiny video cameras into every cart on the Ferris Wheel, and there already were video cameras in the Haunted House, so we're good."

"Talked them into installing them? More like threatened them with a frying pan until they gave in to your demands," France snickered. Hungary responded with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Let's not get into the minor details," she said, blowing at the top of her tea before taking a sip. Then she turned to Japan, who had fallen into a thoughtful silence. Hungary cocked an eyebrow. "What do you think, Japan?"

Japan snapped his eyes off of the floor and fixed his gaze on Hungary, then France, and lastly, Canada. "I like this idea. How are we going to get them alone, let alone on those rides together?"

France smirked deeply. "Leave that," he replied, "to me."

~GuessingGame~

The next morning, France, Japan, Hungary, and Canada stood outside England's door. France raised his hand and knocked, and England hesitantly opened the door. Upon seeing France's face, he slammed the door shut again. Everyone frowned.

"Come on, Iggy! Open up!"

"Don't call me that, you git!"

"Oh," France laughed, "I forgot that you only allow Amerique to call you that. Speaking of him, that's the reason we've graced you with our presence today." The Frenchman's smirk deepened as England slowly opened his door.

"What is it you want...?" he asked, glaring daggers at France.

Before the Brit could even comprehend what was happening, he was being shoved into some sort of bag. The last thing he heard was, "I'm sorry, Arthur-san. This is for your own good."

~GuessingGames~

It was Wednesday afternoon, and America was racing down the hallway to the elevator, hamburger in hand. He quickly pressed down on the elevator controls, and as soon as the doors hissed open, the American slipped in and pressed the Lobby button. He waited, shifting from one foot to the other impatiently. Today was the day of the carnival France had invited him to, and England was coming too, due to the hamburger-lover's persuasion. (Actually, more like getting down on his hands and knees and practically begging, but who wants to know about the details?)

When the elevator door hissed open again, he found France and Canada sitting in the Lobby, already waiting for him. America waved.

"Hey, guys! You seen England?" America asked, smiling. Canada suppressed a blush, and France just laughed.

"I just talked to him, mon ami! He will be down here in a bit!" the Frenchman explained. America shrugged and sat on the couch opposite the two, munching on his hamburger. The three waited there in the Lobby for a while.

"Ah," Canada broke the silence suddenly, pointing, "here they come now."

America looked up and immediately began choking on his hamburger. After he had regained his composure (and his throat), he looked up to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing.

Japan and Hungary were walking alongside England, but that was besides the point. England was wearing jeans. And a United Kingdom sweater, with a blue shirt underneath it that said "England" in bloody letters and a white outline. He was also wearing sneakers.

And jeans. England was wearing jeans. Oh. My. God.

America didn't realize he was staringuntil the Brit cleared his throat, face flushed slightly. "America. Are you okay?"

The American blinked for a couple of seconds, then, face flushed, replied meekly, "Y-you're...wearing jeans, Iggy. I didn't know you owned a pair." This comment was returned with a hit upside the head by the blushing Englishman.

"I can be casual when I want to, alright?" England hissed, and America returned to his regular, idiotic state.

"No, no, I like it! I swear!" the American held his hands up in defense, and England raised an eyebrow, blush deepening.

"O-oh?"

"Yeah. You should dress down more often," America laughed, cursing the blood still in his cheeks. "Makes you seem more human, you know?" England attempted to hide his flushed face by looking away.

"I see," England murmured. America cocked an eyebrow, then laughed.

"You sure are weird, Iggy!" America said, blush completely gone.

"B-bloody git!"

Hungary coughed to interrupt the brewing argument, placing the video camera back in her purse. "So, are we all ready to go?" Everyone nodded, heading out the door and on to the pavement, and began the brief walk towards the carnival.

America pushed Texas further up his nose, confused. Why did I blush like that? And why does Iggy seem so cute in casual clothing? Ugh...this is so confusing...

~GuessingGame~

Upon reaching the carnival a short time later, Japan went to the front of the group and addressed them all as to what they were to do, while passing out the "Free Pass" wrist bands that he had bought at the ticket booth.

"Alright , everyone," he said, "we will be splitting up into groups of two. I will be going with Hungary-chan. France, you are with Canada, and America," Japan paused dramatically, "you, obviously, are with England. We will meet up at the Ferris Wheel later. See you." Japan and Hungary quickly ran off in a random direction.

England cocked an eyebrow. Was it just him, or did Japan seem eager to get away? France grabbed Canada's hand and, waving goodbye to the two English-speaking nations, went in the direction of the games.

England realized he was suddenly alone with America. The American scratched the back of his head, unsure of what to do next.

"Uh." America suddenly remembered that he had to find out who England was in love with. He had to get him alone. Looking around, he spotted the perfect thing. "Hey, England! Wanna go on the Ferris Wheel?" England scoffed.

"No way," he replied.

America pouted. "Whhhyyyyy~? I've been a good boy! Come on, Iggy!"

England rolled his eyes. "No. Need I remind you, you dragged me here. I-I didn't even want to come."

America brought out his signature puppy-dog eyes; England immediately closed his eyes.

"It won't work," the Brit said, briefly opening his eyes and wincing at the adorable face the American made. "E-even with my eyes open." England stared America down.

"S-see?"

America turned up the charm a bit more, letting a tear streak across his cheek. "Please, Arthur? Pretty please?" England winced at the usage of his humanoid name, so rarely used by the American, and before he even knew what he was saying, said,

"F-fine." the Brit cursed under his breath. He really had so very little will power.

America smiled brightly. "Great! Let's get going!" He grabbed England's hand and made their way through the crowd. England felt his face flare up at the concept of America's hand in his. He tried not to think about how perfectly they fit together, or how much he liked it. Bloody crocodile tears.

The line, surprisingly, wasn't very long, and England felt himself sweating as they approached the front. America showed the man at the front his and England's wrist bands, and then, hands still linked, led England into the cart. The engineer closed and locked the door, made sure it was secure, then gave a thumbs-up to another man, who pulled a lever, sending the cart flying backwards before stopping again to load the next person.

England turned to America. "You...you can let go of my hand now, America." America blinked, flushed, and released the Brit's hand.

"Sorry, Iggy," he said. Now that they were actually here, he didn't know how he should begin asking...Suck it up! A voice inside told him. You're the hero, remember? America beamed. Of course.

"So, England!" America sighed, buckling himself in. England, remembering, buckled himself up too. "France said some weird stuff to me last Friday." England snickered.

"It's France; of course he did," England replied, and America chuckled.

"We should so prank call him sometime," America said as the cart moved backwards once again, then stopped. The Brit smiled.

"Perhaps we should," he said, smiling.

"Yeah," America bit his lip, trying not to laugh, "but I'll do it. You're horrible at prank calls."

"Hey!" England his America upside the head, and the two could hold their laughter in no longer. They chuckled, then began laughing hard.

"I love you," America said between giggles. England's eyes grew wide.

"W-what?" he sputtered.

The American widened his eyes. "Not like that, Iggy. Just...you know, it's always you that makes me laugh the hardest. I don't know why, considering you're like, the complete opposite of me, but oh well." America laughed. England's face fell slightly, but smiled a millisecond after.

Silence descended upon the cart as it once again moved backwards once, then stopped again to load more people onto the cart at the bottom.

"What was that about France?" England asked. America blinked.

"Oh. Right!" he said, remembering. "Well, I already know that you love someone, but he said you were, too. Then he said some weird stuff, but anyway~I was just wondering, could you tell me who you like now?"

England's face flared up. "No!"

America pouted. "Why not? I promise I won't tell anyone, ever!"

England felt a vein popping out of his neck. That's not the problem here... "I...listen, America," England said, turning away from him and looking out the window as the cart moved once again. "I...just can't tell you, alright? And it's not that I don't trust you–wh-which I do–but...I'm sorry. I can't tell you who it is."

America's face fell. "Why not?"

England turned to him. "Because..." I love you. Can't you see that? "I just can't."

The American felt a soft pang at his heart, and he wondered what it was. It made him feel sad. But not the regular kind of sad. This sad was different. He didn't know how to describe it.

And before he knew what he was doing, Alfred F. Jones, America, had leaned down and placed a soft kiss on England's cheek.

Both of their eyes widened, and America pulled away as England brought a hand to his left cheek. America brought two fingers to his lips. Crap! He thought. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! What the hell was that?

England was the first to break the silence. "America...what was that?" He asked, blushing.

America racked his brains for an excuse, face flushed as well. "UM! There-there was something on your face–and I-I thought I'd, you know, being the hero and all, get it off!" America waved his hands around frantically. "But-but it's gone now, so you don't need to worry about anything! That's all it was, I swear!"

England was beet red. "A-Alright." If his brain hadn't been swimming with happiness, he would have noticed America's obvious excuse.

The American calmed down. What was that..? he wondered. He glanced over at the Brit, who still refused to make eye contact, and for once, noticed the blush coating his face and the tiny, almost invisible smile on his face. Then, his eyes widened in realization.

No way.

The cart suddenly began moving, around and around, and the Brit let out a yelp. America began laughing. "Hey! I can see Japan and Hungary!"

England opened his eyes. "Ah! You're right!" He laughed slightly, and the two momentarily forgot about the kiss.

No fucking way.

"I see London, I see France~!" America sang as the Ferris Wheel went around and around. England rolled his eyes.

"Oh, shut up, you idiot!" the Englishman laughed and whooped as the ride shot down again.

"I see someone's–!"

"I swear to God, I will murder you if you don't shut up!" the Brit yelled, but he was laughing. This was pretty fun.

America shut up and enjoyed the ride and England's laughs, occasionally glancing over to the other English-speaking nation. The American was smiling, but the one thought that crossed his mind lingered there for a moment, before it was brushed away by another fleeting moment of falling and rising again.

If I were to ever start thinking that way...

America shook the thoughts from his mind, sure that none of this applied to him. It was just...impossible. And soon enough, he forgot all about it once again.

...could I ever begin to forgive myself?

~GuessingGame~

The two nations jumped off the ride and began walking in a random direction once again. America laughed, whooped, and hollered. "That wasn't so bad, was it, Iggy?"

England couldn't help but smile. "You're right. I can't believe I just said that," England muttered to himself, and America laughed again. "That was fun. Where to?"

America tapped his chin and unzipped his bomber jacket. "Well, I was thinking–"

Suddenly, a loud voice interrupted his thoughts. "Hello, my friends!" A random park engineer came up behind them, grasping their shoulders. Both England and America jumped.

"Wha–?"

"How would you like to be the first two to try out the Haunted House, huh?" The voice had a Southern accent. America and England turned around. The man was wearing a blue cap and had blonde hair. The cap shielded his face. Why did they get the feeling like they'd seen this man before?

America immediately dismissed the question. "Yeah! Sure!"

England face-palmed. "But, America..."

"Don't worry, Iggy!" America linked arms with the other English-speaking nation. "I'll protect you, 'cause I'm the hero! Where's the Haunted House?"

Iggy mumbled, "You're the one I'm worried about, you American idiot..."

The engineer clapped both hands together. "Splendid, just splendid! This way!" He pushed the two by the back towards a huge, creepy-looking house not too far away. America gulped.

"Um, can I–?"

"No 'um's! Get going!" The blonde shoved the two into the Haunted house before they could protest, and locked the door behind him. France sighed in relief and took off his cap, placing the 'Out of Order' sign in front of the Haunted House.

This wasn't about to end well.

~GuessingGame~

Holy crud, I missed lunch! My mum's gonna kill me! *goes over to eat*

To be continued. Maybe. If I get reviews...