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Fifty-Six: Beach Day.
The warm sun blared down on America as he sprawled himself out on the glorious golden sand beneath him. It was February but the world conference was being held in the Canary Islands and so everyone was taking the day off to relax and enjoy the heat. Closing his eyes, he suddenly felt the sunlight being blocked by something or someone.
He opened one eye lazily and upon seeing who it was shot up immediately. It was England's little sister, Northern Ireland.
"Hey America." She grinned down at him and he smiled uneasily. That girl was constantly up to something.
"Hi Northern Ireland! What's up?" America replied slowly. Northern Ireland smiled sweetly and leaned down close to his ear and muttered,
"I've got a small favour to ask of you. However, I would need you to promise that you would do whatever I ask before I tell you." She continued smiling sweetly but America smelled a rat. Unfortunately, America being America just shrugged off the feeling of suspicion and smiled back at her.
"Sure, I guess, what do you need me to do?" Immediately, America regretted the decision. Her sweet smile had turned into a smirk and she was eyeing him up gleefully. She suddenly whirled round and pointed in the direction of the west end of the beach.
America followed her hand and found her pointing at three men all sitting together, presumably sleeping, a number of girl nations giggling around them, too shy to go up to them and so just stood there, laughing and gazing at them in adoration. America glanced at Northern Ireland warily.
"Yeah? They're your brothers…so?" He said with slight unease in his voice. She turned her head in his direction.
"Yeah so, my oldest brother, and you know who I'm talking about, used to be a good friend of yours. Until you broke his heart and-" America interrupted her, gaping at her.
"Broke his heart? What are you talking about?" America asked, sounding astounded. How could I have broken his heart? With the Independence Day thing? Wait- why didn't he shoot me? I thought it was because he cared about me too much as a brother. But maybe it was something more…?' America shook his head a few times to rid himself of those thoughts and looked to Northern Ireland expectantly.
"Until you broke his heart and deserted him," Northern Ireland continued, ignoring his last question. "So, you have to make it up to him. Go over there and in front of everyone, kiss him."
America's jaw dropped.
"Do what?! No way!" America glared at Northern Ireland. She's the damn devil in disguise!
"You promised…and if you don't, I'll go round to every country and tell them you're an untrustworthy asshole and everyone will take my word for it because they all think I'm little-miss-innocent." She smirked at him and he growled at her. She planned this! She was using herself as a weapon. Damn her!
"You are one blackmailing bitch, you know that?" She just grinned at him expectantly. "Fine." He grumbled and marched across the sand, Northern Ireland giggling in tow. Upon arriving at the British Isles set up, he found Wales and Scotland sleeping and even though it looked like England was too, he raised his sunglasses and frowned at America.
"Yes?" Upon noticing his sister behind him, he frowned even more. What had she been up to now?
"Northern Ireland, where the hell have you been?"
She ignored his question but grabbed the beach ball from beside him, running off laughing but not before whispering to him, "You can thank me later". He tilted his head to one side in confusion. What did she mean by that? Stupid, mad girl…
Suddenly what she said suddenly made sense and he hadn't even noticed America walking over to him without saying anything and before England knew it, America grabbed him and pressed his lips against his own.
Oh my God, I'm kissing England! Okay, now stop. America, dude, stop! Why aren't I stopping?! Oh to hell with it….America shrugged, completely confused as to why he kept kissing England but liked it so continued and by the looks of it, England didn't mind either.
By the water's edge, Northern Ireland smirked and turned to her companion.
"Told you he'd do it! Now pay up." She said starting to laugh but her laughter was immediately muffled by France crashing his lips onto hers.
Awwwwww! Anyway hope you liked it! Cheers, LucyMoon1992 x