Chapter 6- The Meeting- Part 2

England looked up in shock, not at all anticipating what the frog might do to him. Only the frog would try to molest a seemingly genderless blob of Mochi. I mean really, he was a watermelon-sized white blob! England's emerald eyes widened in worry. France bent down and stared at England, deep blue eyes half lidded. England gulped and attempted conversation.

"H-hello France."

"Hello, Angleterre. You look cute today~."

"Thanks?"

"Oui, very...touchable. And squishy~."

"Keep your frenchie hands off me, wanker!"

"Why don't I explore this new form of yours, hm? Ohonhonhonhon~"

France outstretched his arms to scoop up the (rapidly rolling) defenseless Mochi, only to be tackled by a blur of blond and blue. America quickly grabbed England out of the frog's hands and wrapped his arms protectively around him, pressing England closely to his chest. He walked over to the shocked Frenchman lying on his back, placing his foot on his chest.

England looked up into Americas face and there was a stony expression and a protective glare in his cerulean eyes. He turned slightly pink. This... Is kind of nice. Being in his arms. England shook his head. No! This was America he was talking about! The obnoxious, burger eating, loud, handsome, lovable... NO! Get it together England! What the bloody hell am I thinking? I don't like him like that..do I? America glared down at the frog. He said in a frighteningly calm, quiet, hardened voice.

"Nobody. Touches. England. EVER!"

France nodded meekly and gulped. He scrambled backwards on all fours, eager to get away from America. America turned England so that he was at eye level with him, and noticed England was blushing furiously, his usually white face flushed with red. "He's so cute when he's all embarrassed like that!"

"Whatcha blushing so hard for, Eyebrows?"

"I-I'm not blushing! And don't call me that!"

"Whatever, Iggybrows!"

"Stop that you git!"

~USUKUSUKUSUK~

The rest of the meeting was uneventful, just the usual arguments over old conflicts and who invented what (mostly Korea started the invention arguments..). Much to America's insistence due to previous encounters, and much blushing and protest on England's part, the big-eyebrowed mochi sat on America's lap with his arms wrapped tightly and protectively around him. America pulled England close to him, smiling at the his profuse blushing and whispered.

"I'll keep you safe, Arthur."

D'AWWWW I LUVS ME SOME PROTECTIVE 'MURICA! I know it's

short, but the next chapters gonna be longer. MUCH longer. :D I actually wrote this at the beginning of summer, but on my trip to France pickpockets took my phone in Paris -.- so rewriting took place!

-xXTomatoBoxFairyXx