Authors Note: the previous chapter, which was only 3 lines so im not sure if that counts, takes place in the future. It was a look into something that'll happen later. Not to spoil or anything XD

However, I will let you know that their will be ruchi~

I will be switching between human names and country titles! Francis is france, Arthur is the UK, Russia is Ivan, Alfred is America, China is Yao, Italy is Feliciano (Feli), Germany is Ludwig, and etc. for those of you who don't know

Please leave a review~! I can only become an author if I receive feedback from people like you guys :3

Also, excuse my occasional French! look up what I said in Google Translate if I forget to put it in the bottom.

and remember... this will be a yaoi (boyXboy) fanfic

so... DONT LIKE, DONT READ!

~~~Arthur~~~

"Ok bros. There has been some wack activity around this place lately!" America's voice is so loud and annoying I want to tune out, but that would be terribly ungentlemanly. So, I try to pay attention, but I can't help but sneak a couple glances at France.

Lately, everytime I look at Francis I get this feeling in my chest and I feel my face getting redder. Could I possibly-?

"Because of all of this I'm getting my righteous friend Tony to install cameras everywhere! We'll all be living and sharing this amazing building together! Isn't it great~?"

"NO! It is not!" Alfred has a idiotic grin on his face that I just want to wipe it off like when I used to wipe his face everynight after dinner. I look over at Francis. I can't live in the same building as him...

"I disagree wit' ze Brit. I'd love to live wit' all of you," France mentions. I begin to blush and remind myself he said all of us. I start to argue, "No-"

"Alright! The right wing will be for Artie, Francis, and me, the hero~! The left will be for you both, Ivan and China. You can all start moving in...NOW!" He begins to laugh, startling me. We all leve in a rush to get our stuff. I start wondering what I should bring with me, letting my gaurd down. I feel a masculine arm wrap around my waist and rub my hip.

"Would you like some help, Angleterre? I'd love to spend some time with you, mon petit chou~"

With every word he says and every second he touches me, I feel my face getting hotter and hotter. I begin to answer, "N-not r-re-ally," but the next thing I hear is-

"No way, bro. He's got me," Alfred says grinning while running up to us. His grin is almost as bright as the sun. "Right, Britain?"

"U-um-" I don't have a reply. So, I just kind of stand there hoping they don't realize. I'd rather be with Francis...

The next thing I notice is the warmth of Francis' lips against mine. I stand in shock as he continues to kiss me. Alfred pulls us apart and says coldly, "Maybe I should reconsider the wing choice."

I stumble, "N-no..."

I look over at Francis, only to see him blushing a bit. "Sorry, I'll behave myself. Je suis desole, Angleterre." His hand finds itself around mine.

"How about all three of us work together?" I suggest. "Then, we'd be faster."

"Ok, whatever."

"Sure, Angleterre."

"Then...lets GO!" I grin, let go of France's hand, and begin to run in the direction of my place. "My place first!" I feel a bubble of laughter leaving my lips. "I'll beat you two!"

~~~Francis~~~

Alfred and I look at each other blankly, and then back at Angleterre. Alfred laughs and I smile. "Allons-y!" We run after Arthur as if whoever gets to him first will somehow get their love across. He can't fool me. I know that Alfie likes Arthur. So, I'll just have to work hard.

Alfred and I are neck-in-neck. I will not lose to you, America.

In this race or in love. What can I say?

I'm the nation of love.

~~~Alfred~~~

Francis is faster than I thougt. But I'm younger and faster on my feet. I notice Arthur waiting at his door for us. Whenever I see him, I have to wear this idiotic grin on my face and I can't help but feel happy. Arthur smiles back and I hug him tightly, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek. He giggles lightly and hugs me back.

Francis comes and Arthur let's go of me to embrace him. Personally, Francis holds him to closely. He can't fool me. I know France likes Britain. I'll just have to work hard.

I won't lose to you, Francis.

In anything or in love. What can I say?

I'm the nation of freedom~

French words used:

*Angleterre=England

*Je suis desole=I am sorry

*Allons-y=Let's go