A/N: Hello. For the next chapters I decide to write shorter, to give it the four-strips-mood. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia characters.

At America's House (part 1)

At last, he decided to visit America.

He couldn't contest the anxiousness he felt once he arrived in front of the country-style house. He had hoped time went slowly in the boat back then—instead, time went fast. And here he was, in front of America's house, and he didn't even have any clue about what he had to say if the meeting really took place.

"Mr. America," Lithuania called cheerfully after entering the house. England looked at the interior. It hardly changed from the time before. "Ah… Mr. England, do you mind waiting in the living room for a moment?" said Lithuania, suddenly seemed uneasy, as if he'd said anything wrong.

"Ah, sure—"

"Lithuania! You're coming!" America suddenly emerged from nowhere. "Thanks God! It's been a mess without you and I have to—" he stopped when seeing England.

"Igirisu?" America said after a while, looked totally confused. "What are you doing here?"

England blinked. He stopped gazing on America's feature—his blue eyes which never changed, especially—and said angrily. "What do you mean what I'm doing here, you idiot? It's you who—"

"Aaah… ah, Mr. America, can I talk to you for a while?" cut Lithuania. America hadn't even answered when Lithuania pushed him outside and guided him to the kitchen.

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"What?!" America stared at Lithuania in horror. "You invited him?"

"I… I'm sorry—"

"And you told him I invited him? I never—"

"Yes, I know, Mr. America," Lithuania said in a hurry. "I just want to help you."

"Help me? By inviting Igirisu to come here?"

"Because you want to see him, don't you? But you never admit it," said Lithuania in desperation.

America pouted.

"I don't want to see him," he said. But it was clearly a denial. Behind his glasses, his eyes said the otherwise.

"He is sad, Mr. America," said Lithuania. "He looked very beaten when I visited him. He misses you."

"Really?" asked America, now looked interested.

"And I told him you kind of losing him too. I told him you often talk about him and you feel upset because he never replies your letters—"

"WHAT?!" Now America looked like he had just seen a frightening zombie. "You told him?!"

"Y…yes," Lithuania raised his hands, trying to defend himself. "It's true, isn't it?"

"But why you have to tell him?!"

"Because it's the truth!"

"But you're not supposed to tell him!" America clutched his own hair, pacing back and forth. "This is a nightmare. This isn't happening… Igirisu is not here. When I wake up, he'll disappear. Right. Of course."

"Mr. America," Lithuania said kindly. "This is not a nightmare. You've hoped for this for a long time. You want to meet Mr. England again. Please, just admit it."

America pouted again. He turned around and gazed at nowhere.

"Please ask him to go home," America said after a while.

"Mr. America!"

"Lithuania, this is an order."

Lithuania looked at him in disbelief.

Then his eyes narrowed. This is not his master's real feeling, he guaranteed.

"Alright," he sighed. "I'll ask him to go home." He was about to turn around when America said, "Wait."

"Yes?" asked Lithuania.

America's back was still on him, but Lithuania almost could see his soft expression, judging from his tone and the next words he said.

"Let him stay here for a day. He'd been in a long journey, after all. And he's old. Very old. I'm afraid he will collapse if we force him to leave soon."

Lithuania sighed in relief and grinned.

See?

To be Continued