Spain was waiting for another more serious date with England. It wasn't a formal one but they were planning to talk about moving in to one of their homes. Spain considered this serious. They had been dating for over a year now, with no fights. This surprised Spain a bunch, considering how they were once rivals. He suspected that England may have changed when the island nation realized he loved the Spaniard. He only had to wait another couple of seconds before England came inside, smiling a little.

"'Ello, Antonio," he said.

"Hola, Arthur!" he replied, smiling widely at him. They had also gotten on first name basis starting a few months ago. England sat down next to Spain, putting an arm around him. Spain blushed and quickly kissed England's cheek. England sighed happily and held Spain a little bit closer.

"So, about moving in with me..." England started to say.

"Um...I thought we didn't know which house to move to," Spain replied, looking confused.

"I thought it'd be best to move to my house..."

"Why your house? What's wrong with mine?" Spain asked, looking slightly irritated.

"Nothing, it's just that..."

"Well, then why can't you move here?" Spain asked. England pulled his arm from around Spain, leaning back to get a good look at him.

"Excuse me?" he hissed. "Why would I move here?" Spain frowned deeply, standing quickly to his feet.

"What's wrong with my house?"

"It's too bloody sunny!" he cried.

"Your house is way too gloomy! You should move here, maybe cheer up a bit!" Spain snapped. England growled, jumping to his feet as well.

"Are you saying there's something wrong with my attitude? Because if you're saying that, then you're saying there's something wrong with me!" he cried. Spain hissed.

"I never said that! Stop putting words in my mouth!"

"You meant it though!"

"I did not! Why would I mean something as ridiculous as that?" Spain questioned.

"And just what do you mean by that?"

"That what you say is just ridiculous!" England slapped Spain across the cheek.

"Shut up, you bloody wanker!" England cried. Spain recoiled in shock from the blow, never expecting it to come. He gingerly lifted his hand to his cheek. "And did you ever think that you're too bloody happy? In fact, I think that you're too happy, too much for your own good!" Spain slapped England back.

"Excuse me?" he cried. England snarled and lunged for Spain's neck, grabbing it tightly.

"How dare you lay a hand on me!"

"You did it to me!" Spain gasped as England shook him fiercely, trying to pry his hands off of his hands. "Por favor...let...me...go...!"

"You know maybe we should just break this off! I'm breaking up with you! This was a complete waste of my time," England snarled, shoving Spain down on the ground hard. "Good-bye, Spain." He stormed off back to his own home. Spain gasped, holding his aching throat, shaking. His eyes filled with tears as he got up and watched England storm off from his doorway.

"Arthur...I-I'm sorry..." he whispered, looking down at his feet, still shaking, as England disappeared into the distance.

000000000000000

So, in case you have noticed, there's a theme to my chapters. There's one chapter in present times, with the kids, then two about the past, then one back to the future and so on and so forth.

Also, I bet you guys can probably guess what the next chapter's gonna be called...

Anyway, please review!