Ok, ok! You can stop screaming at me; I get it! I suck at updating, tell me something I don't know. Lol! Anywho, due to popular demand, I am doing a part 2 for the last day's challenge, because I listen to what my fans what! :D Enjoy!

Thanks so much to InvaderPey, Amber Star 1114 and AnimeFreakOfCouse for reviewing the last chapter!

Forty-Four: What was like? Part Two

America looked nervously around the large ballroom which was full of hundreds of different countries. Every couple of minutes, some god-awful nation, of which he had no idea of their existence, would come up to him, gushing about how brilliant he was. No shit. Like I don't tell myself that everyday…

Unfortunately for these small countries, America wasn't really listening to everything they had to say. He was looking right and left every couple of seconds, fidgeting with his hair, his clothes; swatting at his jacket and his trousers; desperately looking for the host…

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a small hand grabbed his and hauled him into the kitchen. He whirled around but drew a sigh of relief when he saw it was just Northern Ireland dressed in a gold maxi dress, accompanied with Scotland wearing an elegant dark blue suit. The Scotsman was smirking at America who, in turn, scowled at him.

"Yes, Scotland?" He asked, through gritted teeth. Damn the United Kingdom Four, for all looking the same and finding enjoyment in pissing me off whenever they can…

Scotland shrugged, "Nothing." he said but then started laughing, "I just think it's hilarious that you like England! I mean, you are insane?! The man was former pirate! And you know what he was like; Northern Ireland told you. You may think he's all gentlemanly now but see if you get into a relationship with him, his little charade will soon stop and he'll act the way he does around us." Allistor grinned while his sister rummaged through her handbag, looking for cigarettes.

"I think that's exactly what America wants." She mumbled, finally finding her smokes and immediately lighting up. Her sibling glared at her.

"Would you stop smoking? It's disgusting."

Northern Ireland snorted.

"Pot and kettle right there, brother dearest."She spat sarcastically and America sighed.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your pointless fighting but could we please focus on me for just one tiny minute?"

The two countries muttered an apology and were silent before Northern Ireland said, "Look, you've already practiced it with me, you can do this. It's not a love confession America; you simply asking the guy on a date. Make it casual but not too uncaring. Make it flirty but not overly-slutty. Make it-"

"Okay, okay! I get it." America cried.

Northern Ireland grinned.

"Brilliant! Well, good luck. I need to get back to the party but Scotland is going to give you some liquid courage. See you in a few minutes!"

And with that Northern Ireland dashed from the room, leaving Scotland to hand America a very large bottle of whiskey…

Quickly throwing her cigarette into an ash-tray, Emily Kirkland downed her large pint of Harp and confidently walked over to her oldest brother. Upon greeting him, his eyes narrowed and he folded his arms over his chest.

"Thank-you for hanging up on me as soon as you answered the phone. What is going on? You're up to something. I can feel it- literally."

She smiled softly, reaching up onto her tip-toes to give him a kiss of the cheek.

"Nice to see you too. And I was doing nothing. Just fooling around with France and he decided to get some whipped crea-"

"Neughhh! Dear god, please, stop!" England cried, grabbing at his ears while his sister gave him a smirk.

"I was just going to say that we covered Wales front door in cream and found it with hilarious but I should have known," She poked her brother, smiling wolfishly, 'You're just a big pervert. I honestly do feel sorry for America…"

England growled at her.

"I am not a pervert- wait, what did you say about America?"

Oh Fuck, shit, bugger, wanker!

"Uh, nothing. I just remember that America has something very important to discuss with you. Very important indeed."

England nodded. Oh. This is good. America wanted to talk business. Thank God. He had really started to freak him out lately. England could have sworn that every time he looked up at world meetings, America would be sitting there, staring at him...

The kitchen door then opened and America came out, followed by Scotland and America marched right up to Northern Ireland and England. He pointedly looked at Northern Ireland until she understood.

"OH! Oh right, yes, I have to go and see some of the other guests, I haven't seen my boyfriend all evening. Talk later!" She winked at America and grabbed Scotland and pulled him away with her.

England turned to America, smiling slightly.

"Northern Ireland said you have something to discuss with me?"

Fucking bitch…America thought angrily. Wasn't he allowed to do anything on his own?

"Uh, yeah," America murmured, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, constantly hopping where he stood, extremely nervous, "England, I wanted to talk to you about something that's been on my mind lately. Us."

England frowned.

"Us?" He tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Meaning…?"

America laughed uneasily.

"Yeah, you know, our relationship. I mean, our governments get on really well so I just wanted to know what you think of me, personally. As a person, not a nation."

England stared blankly at the man in front of him for a moment before raising his eyebrows uncertainly.

"Well…I don't know, I think you are a nice enough lad, I mean we get on fin-"

"I WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU WOULD GO OUT FOR DINNER WITH ME NEXT WEEK?"

America didn't know why he practically screamed his proposal at England but he did know that, now, everyone was staring at the two of them. The room became deadly silent so the guests could watch and listen.

England's face turned the cutest shade of red and America couldn't help but smile.

"Um…why?"

The question took America by surprise and he threw Northern Ireland a look of desperation, not knowing what to say. She simply nodded at him, mouthing,

"Tell him." America turned back to England, feeling more nervous than he'd ever been in his whole life.

"Because I like you."

The crowd that had basically formed a big circle around the two nations suddenly started "oohing" and" aahing" and "awwwwing", all smiling at sweet, caring America, while he grinned sheepishly at England, who's mouth was agape and was staring at America like he had three heads.

Suddenly noticing all the people gathered around him and America, he snapped his mouth shut and again, crimson colouring his cheeks a delightful bright red and he stiffly nodded at America. America smirked.

"Sorry, I don't understand. Yes or no?"

England growled. Stop fucking playing games with me America!

"Yes…I would like to go to dinner with you…" He mumbled, staring at his feet. Northern Ireland suddenly jumped forward, giving England a big smack on the back.

"Awesome! So it's a date then!"

America moved closer to England, leaning down and whispered in his ear, so only he could hear.

"Yeah. Looks like it."

There you go! Personally, I don't like it but tell me what you think.Cheers, LucyMoon1992 x