Hey, hey! So, because so many of you have said you really want me to continue, I shall! I don't know for how long but we'll just take each day as it comes, yes? Anyway, there's the next chapter, enjoy!

Fifty: Fangirl Problems

"Are they gone yet?"

Northern Ireland stopped what she was doing, briefly surveyed the large canteen in the conference hall in England, then stepped back from the table and peered underneath at her brother who was crouched between Scotland and Wales' legs.

"Yes, they're gone."

Breathing a sigh of relief, England slowly uncurled himself and crept out of his hiding place. He stood up with a long stretch, his back having begun to ache from his twenty-minute stowaway excursion. With a few pops in his shoulder blades he felt the stiffness melt away. Shaking his feet, he was relieved to feel the pins and needles fading as the blood returned to his limbs.

"Good afternoon, England!"

England froze; all tenseness and ill-feelings returning. Without turning around, he shot an icy glare at Northern Ireland, who shrugged innocently. "Except that one."

Groaning audibly, England turned toward the voice and plastered on a cool smile. A girl was leaning provocatively over the table, dark-brown curls falling over her shoulders and long lashes fluttering flirtatiously over chocolate-coloured eyes.

"Hello, Seychelles."

"The rest of the girls went to that new chocolate shop across the street to buy you some truffles-you like truffles, right?"

England did like truffles, but the thought of accepting such a gift from "the girls" made him queasy. "Sometimes," he amended.

Seychelles licked her glossy lips and her smile widened. "So while we're alone, I was hoping I could ask you some questions."

Running a hand through his hair, England looked pleadingly at Northern Ireland, who stood looking unashamedly amused at her brother's predicament. "Actually, Seychelles, I have some things to get done today and better be go-"

"Oh, it'll only take a second!" she chirped. "I only want to ask about your hopes and dreams and interests and goals and likes and dislikes and pet peeves and fantasies and favourite things and what makes you laugh and what makes you cry and..."

"...and how you became to be such a dickhead," interrupted a sarcastically-amused voice. "You know all the normal fangirl things."

England and Seychelles turned to see America standing with a smirk on his face. Seychelles' cheerful gaze quickly fell into a glare full of contempt, whereas England felt a hopeful flutter in his chest.

"Oh, it's you," Seychelles drawled.

"Right back at you," America said, though he covertly hid any signs of bitterness behind a friendly grin.

"Don't you have to play with your PlayStation or something?" Seychelles said, gesturing toward the door.

America shrugged and claimed the table beside Seychelles. "All in good time. There's a tradition to this, you know. First: get a free coffee of the cute waitress- she fancies me. Second: call England a few choice names. Then and only then will I think about going to play Super Mario Brothers." He smiled at Northern Ireland, who immediately went to go him said coffee, then turned to face Seychelles again. "Now, don't you have something better to do than pester everyone's favourite douche?"

Seething, Seychelles muttered through clenched teeth, "I'm waiting on some friends."

"Oh, right, I was wondering where the rest of the cronies were today."

As if on cue, four other nations entered the canteen with linked arms, looking both excited and nervous. They approached England's table, taking shy looks at the Brit-who was wondering if anyone would notice if he conveniently crawled back into his hiding place.

America looked at the girls in distaste. He couldn't remember all their names (the only name he really needed to know was his after all) but he could tell they were former colonies of the British Empire-nations he would have once considered as 'sisters'.

"Here, Seychelles," said a blonde girl with a grin, handing a gold-wrapped package to Seychelles.

Having to force herself to ignore America for a moment, Seychelles stood from the stool, flipped her curls over one shoulder, batted her lashes at England, and ceremoniously held out the package. "Arthur," she said sweetly and America saw red. How dare she call him by his human name?!, "this is for you. It's a gift that symbolises all of our complete adoration and commitment to you, from the Green-Eyed Girls, your devoted fan club."

America snorted loudly and didn't try to conceal his rolling eyes as England, feeling all the weight of social etiquette pressing down on him, slowly reached forward and took the package, even though it was just about the last thing he wanted to do. From the corner of his eye, he saw Northern Ireland desperately trying to contain her laughter.

"Uh... thanks."

The girls swooned in unison.

"Okay!" said America, clapping his hands of imaginary dirt, "Now that we got the sacrificial gift out of the way, can you leave the poor guy alone?"

Seychelles folded her arms. "You're just jealous because England likes us!" she said with false certainty.

"Hate to say it, but I think you might be confusing affection with politeness. Besides, why anyone would ever want England to like them is completely beyond me. Oh, thanks!" America chirped to the cute waitress, happily accepting the proffered steaming cup of coffee. "Now then," he said after taking a long gulp of the dessert, "you came, you ogled, you drooled, and you swooned. Now scram before I get Northern Ireland on you." America gestured over his shoulder and the Green-Eyed Girls all turned to see England's sister, quietly reading a book. She suddenly looked up at the girls and grinned. She stretched her hands above her head and then popped her knuckles.

"Fine," Seychelles spat, looking a little more anxious . "But one of these days England is going to realize how much he appreciates us in his life and then you'll be the one ogling and swooning from the side-lines."

"I can't wait," America mumbled.

With a few more coy glances in England's direction, the fan club slowly meandered out of the canteen. By the time the doors were closing, America could already hear their shrill cries of "Oh my god, he's so cute!" and "I think he winked at me... or maybe it was a twitch..." and "If he got any more gorgeous I would just die!"

Shuddering, America swivelled on his stool to face England, who was looking at him with an appreciative, dazed grin.

"Thank-you."

America shrugged as if to say it had been nothing. "Someone's got to watch out for you. If I let them get carried away, I'm sure they would clobber you over the head and drag you back to their cave, and then who would I have to argue with every day?"

England's smile widened and he leaned against the back of his chair, looking a hundred times more comfortable and relaxed than he had been a moment before. "Well, whatever your reasoning, how about some chocolate as a show of my gratitude?"

America eyed the gold-wrapped box hungrily. Just as he reached one hand forward, he looked up at England with a mischievous smirk and drew close to him, brushing his lips against England's ear. "Careful, douche-bag. Keep this up and I might have to join that fan club."

America was too busy devouring a cherry cordial to notice England's reddening face.

LOLOL! Kind of jealous America, I didn't want to make it extremely obvious. Hope you liked! Dziękujemy za, LucyMoon1992 x