Hello everyone! Thanks for reading and reviewing, this challenge is just so much fun to write and its great to hear all your feedback so thanks! So here's the part two of my little 'England in a fix' story so enjoy!

I don't Hetalia…*goes off to a corner and cries*

Thirty-Four: England in a fix Part 2

When America woke the next morning, he, thinking chiefly of himself, had completely forgotten about England's angry out-burst about how he was desired by many countries. It was only when the blue eyed nation arrived at the world summit conference building that he realised that something was not right.

Because the place was queued out the door.

Approaching the last person in line, who just so happened to be England's brother, America tapped the man lightly on the shoulder, who in turn whirled around, saw who it was and then promptly turned away from the American.

"Geez, Scotland, what's up with you?" America asked, feeling hurt that Scotland had ignored him so blatantly.

"You're the reason the damn building is queued out the door. If you hadn't pissed England off yesterday he wouldn't be doing this. You don't have to wait in the line; God knows you don't want to anyway, but he refuses to speak to anyone if they're not in the line. Except our precious baby sister who came up with the idea…stupid bitch…"

America ran a hand through his hand, completely lost.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand. What's going on? Why is everyone queued up?"

By Scotland's biting words, America had an uneasy feeling that whatever was going on inside was not good. Just as Scotland was about to reply, America's hand was grabbed and he was being hauled into the building past the hordes of excited nations.

Finally coming to a stop in the entrance hall, America glared at the nation who had grabbed him, rubbing his wrist gingerly.

"Jesus, Northern Ireland, you don't have to break my freakin' wrist."

Northern Ireland sighed, placing her hands on her hips.

"I'm sure you're wondering what is going on?"

America nodded his head vigorously and Northern Ireland simply pointed to the end staircase at the back of the entrance hall. Following Northern Ireland's hand, America's gaze fell upon a large stall, the size of the staircase, blocking the stairs off and was the sole reason for all the commotion.

It was a kissing booth.

And had a large banner on the top with the words 'KISSING BOOTH- JUST £1 A SMOOCH FROM THE ONE AND ONLY ARTHUR KIRKLAND,' sprawled across it.

America stared at the booth, whose creator was standing proudly inside, waiting until 9 o'clock, to open and begin business.

America felt his blood boil at the sight and his eyes darkened as the person first in line was no other than France. Eyes narrowing on Northern Ireland, he scowled at her.

"Why is your boyfriend attempting to kiss England?" He spat out, body rigid, hand curled into fists.

Northern Ireland pouted.

"Is that all you have to say? How about 'Wow Emily, that booth looks really nice, good job' or 'wow Emily who knew there was so many people who all wanted to stick their tongue down England's throat'?"

"This was your idea?" America growled out, edging closer to the young nation. She nodded enthusiastically.

"Uh huh. He came by yesterday and asked me to help him out. At first he didn't really like the idea but then remembered why he was doing it and relented." Northern Ireland replied, looking proudly past America and to her brother.

"He is doing all this just to prove that I was wrong?" The male nation gasped out. Northern Ireland's lips curved into a small smile.

"Well yes, first and foremost. But there are other underlying reasons."

"Such as?"

"Why don't you go ask him yourself?"

"Why don't you just tell me?"

"Because where would the fun in that be?"

America flapped his arms at her in exasperation.

"Northern Ireland!"

She copied the motion.

"America!"

He stopped, glaring at her.

"This is stupid! Anyway, Scotland told me he's not talking to anyone except you. He has to wait in the line just to talk to him. And also, why are there so many people wanting to k-kiss England?!" America tried to sound amused about the whole thing when in actual fact he wanted to go over there and beat them all to a bloody pulp.

The clock suddenly chimed and America shifted his gaze to England who was getting the open sign from the back of his stall. England turned back around and his eyes locked with America's. He was furious looking, obviously, he completely blamed America for him having to do this but there was something else in the depths of his deep green eyes that America couldn't quite place. Desperation? Need? Lust?

"Oh shit!"

Northern Ireland crossed her arms and smirked at him.

"I think now would be a good time for an intervention, don't you think?"

America said nothing, England finally tearing his gaze away from America's, propped the open sign against the wooden countertop and smiled. France eagerly stepped forward, money at the ready.

America bolted to the stall, pushing himself between France and the piece of wood, glowering at him so fiercely that the Frenchman took a step back.

"I'd leave now if I were you Frenchy. Unless you want me to break you in half." His menacing glare melted France's resolve and he ran, making his way over to Northern Ireland.

"Excuse me? Just what do you think you're doing?"

America spun on his heel, turning his furious gaze on England. England didn't shrink back however; he was just as equally angry.

"Why are you doing this England? It's cheap and pathetic!"

A flash of hurt crossed over England's face before he stomped his foot, glaring at the man before him.

"I'm just trying to prove a point and when I kiss every single person in this line, you'll not be able to say that I'm undesirable!"

America gritted his teeth. Why is this getting to me so much? Just walk away dude, walk away!

Being the stubborn person that he is, America refused to back down.

"You don't need to do this stupid kissing booth to prove to me that people like you! I don't care!"

England crossed his arms.

"Well I do care. I want to verify to you that you're wrong and everyone does fancy me. This is about pride America."

"And playing tonsil hockey with every single nation at the world summit is a proud thing to do, huh? Jesus, England and I thought I was stubborn…"

"This has nothing to do with stubbornness. It's to do with you always looking down at me and never letting me be; you always have to tear me down about something. Well not this time, this time, I will confirm that I'm one of the most wanted countries in the whole world. It's a family thing."

England eyes flicked over to Northern Ireland who had her two thumbs up and was grinning like a Cheshire cat. America suddenly grabbed England by his lapels and shook him a few times.

"For fuck sake, England, I told you; I don't care anymore! Just stop this now. You don't need to prove anything to me. I know just how much you're wanted and not just because of the massive line behind me!"

England raised his eyebrows, raising his voice to America's level.

"Don't make me laugh! And just how do you know that exactly?"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

The room suddenly went deadly silent and everyone gaped at the two nations at the staircase. America suddenly let go and England and staggered a few steps back from the stall. What the-? I can't believe I said that, I totally can't believe I said that! Just tell him you didn't mean it- quit lying to yourself, you've fallen for him. Hook, line and sinker.

America brought his gaze up slowly to meet England's, who was looking at him with an unreadable expression. Then he reached down below him and pulled out a large bull-horn and brought it to his mouth.

"Okay, he admitted it, everyone! Thank you very much for doing this today. You've all been great."

Everyone cheered and clapped for America, some of them wolf-whistling, one certain female country called out, "ROOM 410 IS FREE IF YOU WANT TO DO WHAT YOU WERE MEANT TO DO WITH EVERYONE ELSE!"

England shot Northern Ireland a filthy look, coming out from behind the stall to stand in front of America. The sandy-haired nation's jaw had hit the floor, his cheeks were burning, a delicious pink colour tinting them and the Englishman chuckled at him.

"You- you knew?" America managed to choke out.

"Well no, not initially but then I went around to Northern Ireland's house and-"

"You needn't say anymore." He brought his eyes to the floor, feeling sheepish and uncomfortable.

"God, this is embarrassing…"

England took hold of America's chin and gently titled his head upwards so he was looking directly at him.

"Don't be embarrassed,' he muttered, bringing his face centimetres from America's, 'It just so happens that I really like a nation that basically screamed a love confession at me today so I'm on top of the world."

America couldn't stop the goofy grin that spread across his face. Just as America was about to kiss him, he could feel two pairs of eyes on them and turned to his left to see Northern Ireland and France standing there, France's hand around Northern Ireland's waist, grinning slyly at them both.

"Well done you two, you should be actors." America commented while Northern Ireland smirked.

"Well y'know, it's all a matter of knowing you wouldn't be able to stand England kissing other nations and then playing that to your weaknesses." Northern Ireland high-fived England and America frowned at them.

"Hey! That's really cruel!"

Northern Ireland stuck her tongue out at him. "No, that's genius."

She then turned quickly and grabbing France's hand, winked at the both of them, calling out, "We're using room 390 so piss off somewhere else."

And with that she and France darted up the stairs and out of sight.

Suddenly remembering about the whole nature of today, America shoved his hand into his trouser pocket, finally finding what he was looking for, taking his hand out and producing a one pound coin. England laughed as America pressed it into England's hand.

"One kiss please."

Wasting no time, England brought his lips swiftly down on America's. After a moment, America put his hand into England's and said, "Let's go find room 410."

As they walked to the top of the stairs, America grinned and said before pressing his lips lightly against England's, "I hope I don't have to pay you £1 every time I want to kiss you."

Grabbing America by his tie England muttered, "Haven't you heard America, you can't buy love."

And with that, England reached up on his tip-toes and hungrily pressed America's lips to his own.

D'awwwww, such a fluffy ending! Hope you liked! Tell me what you thought! Cheers LucyMoon1992 x