Hehehe! I like today's chapter name, gives me a chance to slag off France more! Lol!

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Twenty-Nine: How did we meet?

America, sprawled out of the sofa, watching England quietly, glances at the island nation before saying, "England? How did we meet?"

The Briton, who was currently reading a very thick book about his own history, looks up and frowns.

"You don't remember?" He asks quietly.

The American shrugs. "Little bits. I can remember France being there."

England grimaces. "Yes, he was, froggy bastard…he tried to take you from me and even when you were finally one of my colonies, he would keep trying to steal you."

America nodded slowly.

"So that's why he wanted to help me out in my war of independence…"

England sniffed. He didn't like this subject. He always got in a foul mood when the topic was being talked about.

"Well yes, I suppose, he was just trying to piss me off. Wanted me to regret making you my brother. I sometimes wonder if you would have declared your independence from him, had he been your brother."

America shrugs again.

"Probably…but then again maybe not. I mean, one of the reasons I fought for my independence against you was because I was in love with you and I was freaked. I knew it was wrong to like your brother! You were just too dense to realise why I was fighting.' He laughs when England glares at him, 'I don't know if I would have declared my independence against Francis because I don't love him and he's a bit of a prat. Maybe I would have to be my own person, my own nation."

America smiles up at England, who in turn looks at him and smirks.

"You know it's also a good thing we're not brothers anymore because that 'prat' proposed to me in 1956 and could have ended up being your mother dearest."

America narrows his eyes and scowls at England, who just smiles innocently back at him.

"He what? That bastard! I'm going to-" America stands up, presumably to leave but England rolls his eyes, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and yanks him back down onto the sofa.

"Calm down, idiot. I rejected him anyway. He was only after my money. At that time I was highly disturbed but now, looking back, I laugh at it."

America frowns, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Doesn't matter if you rejected him or not! 1956; we were dating by then! And he proposed to you! Just for that I should beat the holy hell out of him!"

"Hm, while that idea is tempting, it would mean you leaving and me being here all on my lonesome…"

A small smile tugs at America lips and he sighs, lies back down, placing his head on England's lap.

"Well, in that case, I'll stay. Tomorrow morning though, I'm going to kick his ass."

England grins and returns to his book.

"Now that I don't mind one little bit."

Hahaha! Jealous America is so adorable! Thanks for reading, cheers LucyMoon1992 x