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Forty-Five: The best party on the block.

The music was blaring loudly and screeching through the whole house. People were dancing left, right and centre and England could hear Italy destroying the perfectly good song that was 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' on the karaoke machine in the main ballroom. He looked around for the host, but couldn't see him anywhere and instead his thoughts were interrupted by a handsome and extremely drunk Frenchman.

"Angleterre! Mon ami, come and here and give me a hug!" France reached for England and England rolled his eyes but embraced the pissed blonde-haired man. France looked to him and smiled.

"You know, I am so happy that you have found love. I never thought you would but voilà, your brother asks for his independence so he can tell you he's in love with you; the most adorable thing I have ever seen. Ah, amour, the things it makes us do…"

England rolled his eyes slightly at France before saying, "Yes, it's insane, speaking of which, have you seen America? I can't find him anywhere."

France shrugged and shook his head.

"I can't remember what happened five minutes ago. Anyway, I only came over here because I saw the retreating form of my petite-amie, who just happens to be your sister." He winked at England as England glared at him as he continued, 'Hon-hon, what I wouldn't do to that bo-"

"Oi! I don't want to hear this kind of stuff; that's my little sister you're talking about and it's a bloody miracle that I accept that she loves you as it is but the fact that you stand here and talk about her in such a manner, offends me, frog. Honestly man. I wonder why she puts up with you..."

The Frenchman said nothing but did "the laugh" while England continued to glare at him.

Suddenly the microphone that had been filling the house with Italy's terrible singing was grabbed by someone else and England's heart starting beating twice as fast when the voice that came on was unmistakable.

It was America.

"Hey everyone, I hope you're all enjoying the party and aren't as drunk as some nations…cough, cough…France…cough, cough." England chuckled as France stopped laughing and glared at the speakers.

"But, I have to tell you the reason I wanted to have this party. As many of you may know, I'm in love. And have been for many years. But have never had the chance to say what I really feel, in front of everyone. But now I do. So here goes: England? If you can hear this, I want you to know that I'm in love with you. Always have been. Always will be."

England gaped at the speakers and the promptly turned the cutest shade of tomato red as everyone starting turning around and staring at him, smiling fondly. His little sister appeared out of nowhere and nudged him on the arm and winked.

"Because I'm in love with you, and I know you're in love with me and have known way before you told me because your sister confessed it to me, (England whirled around and scowled at Northern Ireland while she starting slowly walking away, grabbing France as she went) so I would like to say or should I say, ask, just one more thing."

England perked up to listen and felt his jaw drop at the question.

"Will you marry me?"

Mwahahaha, I'm not going to continue this one shot but leave it up to you to think what Iggy would have answered! As this is a US/UK Fanfic, you should assume that he says yes but whatever! Thanks for reading and review please! LucyMoon1992 x