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Thirteen: Wish list.

It was just a normal, sunny day in London, where a world conference was being held. After having a long and extremely boring talk about global warming, the countries decided to take a relaxing two hour lunch break and so there they were; England, America, Japan, France, Northern Ireland and Scotland sitting idly at a table, each one doing different things. England was reading a book about historical landmarks in Eastern Europe, America was chatting to France, Japan and Northern Ireland about the next amazing party he was holding at his place and Scotland was smoking while texting his other brother.

"So yeah after that party, the next main one will be Christmas! I can't wait!" America exclaimed, clapping his hands together in glee. France chuckled.

"America, we just had Christmas."

"Yeah I know, but I have to start planning, like, now! I need so much time to prepare for this sort of thing. And," He held his breath before announcing, "I need to start writing my Christmas wish list for Santa!"

Japan rolled his eyes slightly and threw Northern Ireland a here-we-go look to which she giggled.

"Because you're obviously dying to tell us; what would you ask for, America?" Northern Ireland questioned.

America, deep in thought, looked down at the table and said slowly, "Well, if I think about it, I have anything I want anyway so I guess I would ask Santa for love!"

Northern Ireland snorted and couldn't help glance to her brother, who was pretending to be reading his book but began frowning, his mouth set in a straight line and she could have sworn she saw steam coming out of his ears.

"Love?" France repeated, immediately excited by the change of subject to one of his favourite topics of conversation.

America nodded, grinning.

"Yeah, I mean I've never fell in love with anyone before so that would be cool. I guess I never really had the time, as a kid I was always stuck inside, forced to read books and never have any friends." The words were dripping with elation but England didn't rise to anything America said, only twitching slightly and his glare on his book was so fierce, the group of four thought he could probably burn a hole through the thing.

Suddenly a thought popped into America's head. England! He turned his blue eyes onto the British man. What would he wish for? He was really curious.

"Hey England?"

"Go away. I'm busy, idiot," England murmured distractedly, running a hand through his light hair.

"Just one question and I won't bother you for the rest of lunch." he said good-naturedly.

"Fine, fine. Shoot." he said in annoyance, trying to tune him out.

"I wish," America muttered under his breath, picturing himself with a shot-gun. Nah, Too messy. Okay, now for the question. What would he answer?

"If you could have anything for Christmas, what would it be?" America asked him teasingly, blue eyes curious. What could grumpy, stubborn albeit good-looking guy like England want, if he could have anything?

He scowled at his own thoughts. England was not good-looking damn it!

If England had been paying more attention to the group of cheerful countries, if he hadn't been so busy buried in his book and if he really even cared what America said, he wouldn't have blurted it out. Someone up there just hated him!

"You," he said absently.

To his misfortune, a slight lull had come over the lunch-room and his words came through crystal clear to anyone standing near.

Murmuring broke out all over the canteen as person told person what England had said and soon, everyone was staring at him, with expressions ranging from glee to shock. They all knew the handsome, irritable Briton always fought with America. So to hear something like that was...stunning.

There was a dead silence from everyone.

"Excuse me?!" Americablurted in shock, gawking at the blonde-haired man. Him! He wanted him for Christmas!

France continued to gape, stunned. Had England just said what he thought he had said? And if he had...that meant that England had a crush on America? Hon,hon,hon…

'What?' England said in annoyance, head rising from his book to stare at the blonde. What had he said to make him look like that? And why was everyone at the table and the whole damn canteen gaping at him in a completely flabbergasted way?

'What? What?,' he said again when no one answered him. And then, to his astonishment, America's gaping mouth snapped shut and he gave him the most evil look he'd ever seen. Okay, now he was nervous!

'I just asked you what you wanted for Christmas more than anything in the world,' the blonde said, blue eyes glinting at him with mischief and mirth. Well, well! England wanted the United States of America for Christmas. Boy, was he never going to live that down!

"And? Did I say anything?" England demanded, shifting in his seat. He glanced around again to see everyone grinning at him.

Oh hell! What had he said?

He tried to recall, but came up with a complete blank. Let's see, he had a great car, a beautiful house, an ok government. Had he said...a friend?

He paled and met America's gleeful look head-on. Would the blonde be so malicious as to take delight in his lack of friends? He did have France, Japan and his siblings. And he did think America and him were getting on a bit better. No. No, he wouldn't...so that just left...

His deep green eyes widened in complete horror as it suddenly hit him what he had probably said.

"America. You wished for America for Christmas!" Northern Ireland chortled, unable to keep silent for any longer.

France snickered and gave England a teasing grin. "How very adventurous of you, Angleterre. Asking for the guy nearly every country would love to get their hands on. I had no idea!"

As the others teased England, a thought occurred to America. What a weird coincidence that both enemies had wished for love? 'Weird,' he muttered.

"The likely-hood of getting America to come to you gift-wrapped is-" Japan glanced at America's face, which was still filled with unholy delight. 'Six billion to one.' he finished calmly, a slight smile on his face.

England was stunned. Completely poleaxed! He sat there, mouth hanging open, eyes wide and horrified.

"I asked that?" he managed through his dry mouth. Of all the things he could have said, he said that! Was he crazy?

Now the whole world knew of his obsession with the 'hero'. And worse- America himself was sitting right there! He was absolutely never going to live this down.

England groaned and dropped his head into his hands. 'I'm an idiot!' he muttered over and over.

America leant closer to the blonde-haired man to hear what he was saying and his grin widened.

"Yes, you are." he whispered into his ear, making him jump. He smirked at his stunned expression. For the moment, America seemed to forget that it was actually him that England had wished for.

"I am so loving this!" he taunted, staring directly into his eyes from centimetres away.

"Hey, mon ami?" France glanced at England and leaned over to him. "Just what were you planning on doing with the America when you got him in your clutches?" he said slyly.

England shot him a dirty look.

"Pervert!" America shrieked, suddenly remembering that he was the guy they were all talking about. England had wished for him! Why did that make him feel…special? He flushed brightly, averting his eyes from England.

"Shut up!" England roared at him, losing his temper. As if it wasn't embarrassing enough that the whole place knew his secret wish, but to have France and America act like he was some creep, trying to get into America as fast as he could!

"That is completely out of order," he added with a growl, un-amused.

"So what did you intend to do with him?" Northern Ireland asked with interest, throwing America a sly look to match France's.

"Oui. I'm dying to know." France said eagerly, blue eyes on England's face.

"Oh for fuck sake, will you all just sod off?" Why me? Why did this have to happen to me?

'But England, you can't just say something like that and not expect us to act like you said you only wanted a dog for Christmas.' Scotland chimed in and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Well, I think it was kinda cute."

England's jaw dropped as he shifted his gaze onto America. I'm sorry….what?!

'I mean, everyone thinks I'm awesome but to think that England is actually in love with me is pretty adorable.' He smiled at England who was gazing at him in disbelief. 'So yes.' He said calmly. England's brow furrowed.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'll go on a date with you. You clearly wanna ask me out, but you're too embarrassed to so that's cool. Next Saturday? Your place?"

England couldn't speak. How the hell did this change from him being so humiliated he might die, to going on a date with the guy who was the cause of the humiliation? Not that he was complaining…

Unable to speak, Northern Ireland piped up for him.

"He'll be there."

America grinned.

'Awesome.' He glanced idly at his watch and he let out a groan of annoyance. 'Aw crap! I almost forgot; I have to go to the dvd store and get a copy of that new horror movie that just came out. Tony really wants to see it so if I leave now, I should be able to make it back for the second part of the conference.'

He got up quickly and threw his bomber jacket over his shoulders. He hesitated for a second and then quickly leaned over to England and pressed his lips on his, before drawing back, giving him a wink and disappearing out the doors.

Dumbstruck, England sat there, mildly aware of France doing his creeping laugh, Japan flushing a bright red and sneakily putting away a camera and Northern Ireland slapping him on the back. He looked up to see her grinning at him like a mad woman.

"Well England, even though it's twelve months away, looks like you got your wish!"

England smiled.

That he did.

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