MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! It's officially Christmas Day over here in the UK so hope everyone has a lovely day! Anyway, here's an update so I'll shush and then probably go to sleep! Enjoy!

P.S. I know this is a valentine's day fic but I love it so I'm putting it up!

Twelve: Stupid Cupid

"Wales, you've had a lot of dumb ideas, but this one takes the cake."

"Don't you mean this one takes the heart-shaped box of chocolates?"

Scotland scowled. "No-why would I mean that?"

"Oh, Allistor, you're just jealous that you didn't think of this first. Would you hand me the tape?"

Scotland groaned but passed over the tape as asked, before standing to look over the building's concrete ledge. The wind, frigid and sharp, whipped his blonde hair over his face and made him think of all the hundreds of places he would rather be than on top of a four-story building. Alone with Wales and his crazy ideas.

"Do you see them?" said Wales, wrapping his hand-written note around the shaft of his arrow and securing it with the tape.

"Not ye-oh! Yes, here comes America."

Wales squealed and picked up the arrow and his toy bow, spray-painted bright pink and coated with glitter for the occasion, and joined Scotland at the edge. On the street below, harried men and women darted around on the sidewalks, ignorant of the two girls peering down on them. And in their midst was America, practically bouncing with joy, his arms laden with stuffed toys and cherry-red cards, happily devouring a chocolate truffle.

"And here comes England," said Wales, pointing in the other direction. "Right on time." He lifted his bow up and cocked the arrow against the string.

Scotland groaned, sensing imminent disaster. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"Hush, I need to concentrate."

"If you kill an innocent bystander, I wash my hands of all responsibility."

"Stop worrying bro. I'm an old pro at this."

"An old pro? Dylan, how many times in your life have you used a bow and arrow?"

Wales snorted and shrugged Scotland's comment off as he pulled the string taut and took aim. "Never," he said. "But I'm convinced I was Cupid in a previous life."

xXx

The moment England spotted America bustling down the jam-packed Oxford Street with his Valentine's Day haul, a black cloud filled the sky overhead and lightning bolts flared up from his head to his clenched fists. How many admirers did the twat have?

America, finally spotting his frenemy, stopped chewing mid-bite with bits of chocolate stuck to his lips, blinked up at the nation, then creased his brow into a glare.

"Whadyouwann?" he mumbled, then gulped and licked his lips in an innocent gesture that tipped England's blood to boiling.

"How pathetic," said England, "that you feel the need to buy yourself all those presents just to make yourself feel loved on a stupid, corny holiday."

America's eyes widened. Heat flooded his cheeks. He was used to cruelty from England, but that was just low. "I did not buy these for myself! They were all gifts from other nations, plus the odd randomer who thought I was hot. They ain't wrong like."

"Right. And I suppose Cupid's rea—"

Thwack!

Silenced and stunned, England slowly lowered his gaze to the thin wooden rod with the heart-shaped tail jutting from his chest.

America also gaped, slack-jawed, and then looked up at the building tops, half-expecting to see a winged figure in a loin cloth darting away. He thought he heard an excited "Bulls-eye!" from far above them, but couldn't be sure.

America looked back at England, who appeared frozen before him, and wondered briefly if his prayers had been answered and he was dead. But no, the arrow was little more than a suction cup on a stick.

Then America saw the roll of paper wrapped around the arrow and, reaching up, peeled the note away.

"England," he read, "stop being an idiot and ask America out already. You know you want to. xoxo, Cupid."

Another flush rose to America's cheeks, just as England grabbed the note while simultaneously ripping the arrow from his jacket. "It does not say that," he said, then read it, then sputtered, "Wha—? Who? I don't—!" and then turned quite an endearing shade of red himself.

"Wait a minute," said America, snatching the note back and reading it a second time. "I know this handwriting…." He gasped and crumpled the note in his fist. "WALES!"

His scream was loud enough to send a flock of pigeons flurrying into the air—but Cupid had already left the building.

LOL! Oh Wales! You so cute! Hope you liked! LucyMoon1992 x