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Thirty-Nine: Bar time.

There are two reasons why being a Kirkland is awesome. One, you have the coolest family ever. And two, you have seen your brother drunk so many times and it still never gets old. You still piss yourself laughing every time the words, 'ungrateful brat' spurt from his lips.

It was for that exact reason why, that Dylan (the personification of the country of Wales) and Allistor (the personification of the country of Scotland) were now convincing their dearest brother to accompany them on a drinking session.

"No."

The brothers winced at the harshness of England's tone but they didn't give up. They were under strict orders not to leave England's house without him.

"Come on England! We haven't gone to the pub together in ages, it'll be good fun." Wales chirped, grinning from ear to ear.

Giving a slight groan, England glanced up at his siblings from the desk he was sitting at in his dining room and gritted his teeth.

"Can't you see I'm busy? Go by yourselves."

"Look, we haven't had any bonding times in ages, mate. Get up. You're going."

England looked almost surprised at Scotland's sentence and rose uneasily from his chair.

"Well, I guess so. One drink won't hurt." He suddenly looked suspiciously at the two. "There won't be anyone else there, right? Just us?"

Scotland glanced quickly at Wales before stating gruffly, "Of course not. Don't be ridiculous. Now, I don't own all the pubs in London, so who's knows who will be there, but it's a Thursday night, I'm sure the pubs will be empty."

"I'm leaving."

England turned on his heel and attempted to push open the door but his brother held him back.

"Come one. You promised. One drink."

"I promised shit, Wales. Now let me go. I'm going home."

"Angleterre!"

England brought his hand up to his face. "Oh God no…"

He was abruptly turned around and came face to face with his very own hole in the head, France.

"Ca va?"

"Fuck off."

France smirked, "Touchy, aren't we? Liven up, enjoy the party. Everyone is here!"

"That's exactly why I want to leave."

France rolled his eyes at his friend. "Let me get you a drink. Scotch and water?"

England sighed but nodded his head wearily and headed towards the bar with France. He took a quick glance around the room and saw that really every nation was there, chatting, dancing, drinking, laughing, having fun.

Bah humbug, England thought sourly and then gave a sigh of resignation. Ah, to hell with it.

"Make that two scotch and waters, France." This was going to be a long night…

Northern Ireland high-fived her brothers as they marched over to her and watched as England was dragged to the bar by France.

"Nice one boys. Phase one is complete. Now for phase two." She looked around her, "Where's the Yank?"

Then, right on cue, who should appear right beside her but the United States of America himself.

"My ear's must be burning, Northern Ireland." America grinned at the sister of England as she batted her eyelashes at him sweetly.

"America! There you are." Her voice had changed from its usual husky silkiness to a girlish sort of squeal.

America frowned. "You're up to something."

Scotland gave her a painful nudge and whispered, "Stop being so damn obvious!"

She coughed slightly and started again, "America, would you like a drink? Everyone needs to get the hero a drink." She smiled and he returned it uneasily.

"Well if you insist..."

"Lead the way, good sir."

She slapped hands with Wales as she went past and pressed her hand to her ear.

"Frisky Frog? Come in Frisky Frog!" She muttered as she passed through the crowds.

The reply was almost immediate. "Quoi? I hate that name, why can't we change it?"

"Shut up!" Emily snapped, "We don't have time for name changes. I have obtained The Fatass and we are heading your way. Is Eyebrows drunk yet?"

Suddenly she heard an indignant and extremely slurred, "Are you even listening to me, you damn frog? That's it, I'm going to kick your-"

"I'll take that as a yes." She rolled her eyes slightly, "See you in a few seconds. Over and out."

She looked up to see America staring at England, who was sitting up against the bar, babbling to France, very loudly.

"He's just such an idiot, y'know? He doesn't understand what's right in front of him. D'ya know what I mean, 'ough Frog?"

France was having a hard time containing his laughter as he nodded his head and feigned mock-sadness and pity. He glanced up to see America standing right in front of them, a look of pure malice on his face, while Northern Ireland stood behind him, grinning like a manic and texting Hungary and Japan to get the hell over to the bar quick.

"Ah, Angleterre-"

"I mean, what does a guy have to do to get him to notice? First off, he leaves me cryin' in the rain. What sort of prick does that? Then he makes me start to think of him as not a brother and begins to fuckin confuse me!" England grabbed at France's shirt desperately, "And now, I've fallen for the fat bastard and he doesn't 'ave a bleedin' clue. Not one!" He clung onto France urgently, "You're the self-proclaimed nation of love Francis. What do you think I should do?"

France simply smirked as he turned England's face towards the two nations standing in front of them and said, "Stop whining like a little bitch and tell him, not me."

"A-America?"

Behind the superpower, three nations were munching on popcorn and were watching the scene unfold in amazement.

America frowned.

"You were talking about me, weren't you?"

"Well, um, I, ah,-"

"It's about damn time!"

Northern Ireland, Hungary and Japan's jaw's dropped at his words and they began squealing. Even Japan.

"Sheesh. Took you long enough to say it." America ran a hand through his hair and England sat before him, dumbfounded, "You could have said sooner. I was beginning to lose hope."

France, sighing in exasperation at England's frozen state, pushed the Brit forward, closer to America.

"I wasn't planning on telling you actually." England coughed uncomfortably as he felt he had sobered up completely.

America chuckled and tilted England's face up to his, making England scowl, "Well I'm glad you did. Cos now I can do this."

And with one swift movement, America brought his lips crashing down on England's.

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