How many BroTP's can I fit in one part? Answer: Like two, it's really not that many...

Also, I'M BACK! I can start writing shit for my series again! This is exciting! I kinda missed writing shit with a purpose, y'know? I mean the one-shots were great, but I like these cute little drabbles.

I think some of you had a couple of requests for me to do, I'll get to those soon. I just wanted to get this one up, 'cause it's actually like part of an ark or whatever... IDK.

Enjoy! ;)

(Side note: Yuna, I blame this on you.)

Well, the jig was up, or whatever America had said to him as soon as he arrived at the meeting that morning. The day had gone... exactly as bad as he'd expected, complete with teasing, both subtle and not so subtle, and insults, again, both subtle and not so subtle. He was fine, he'd make it through this, this wouldn't be the first time something like this had happened, so he would make it through it, just like every other time. Anyway, he was sure it wouldn't be too long before someone else did something that would take the heat off of him. In his experience, countries got bored easily, and that included himself.

Still, that didn't mean he had to enjoy himself in the meantime.

"Are you sure?"

England chuckled a little, patting his friends arm, "I'll be fine, Portugal, how much shit can I get in between here and the car?"

Portugal made a face that very clearly said, 'well, it's you', but nodded, "Okay then, I'll see you soon."

"Of course, goodbye."

He watched Portugal leave with a sigh, before turning around to walk down the hallway to where he was parked. At least he had him for emotional support, because France and Ireland had been about the opposite of helpful in this regard. No, actually that was a lie, both of them had at least half-heartedly tried to help him at some point, but Portugal had stuck by him almost the whole day. This is exactly why Portugal was his friend and the other two were neighbouring annoyances, he cared for them sure, but they were about as useful as a paper teapot.

"England!" England flinched, gritting his teeth and deliberately didn't stop or turn around. Unfortunately he wasn't going to escape, it seemed, as an arm looped itself over his shoulders and he visibly tensed. "How are you?" cheered a slightly too happy voice, making England grimace as he looked into the Dane's face.

"I'm just brilliant, thank you for asking, but I really-"

"Aw, no but we have so much to talk about!"

England let out a long breath to calm his temper, well aware that if he was in Denmark's position he would be doing worse than just subtle teasing. Strange how before this point he had been certain Denmark was incapable of subtlety.

"Yeah, England!"

Speaking of being incapable of subtlety...

"We heard you've been keeping shit from us," said Prussia, coming up to his other side and ruffling his hair, "I thought we were friends!"

"Well, you'll forgive me, I'm sure, for wanting to-"

"Oh, give it up England!" Denmark scoffed, "You once gave us an extremely detailed account of when you had kinky kitchen sex with Belgium. It's not like you were shy about telling us you licked whipped cream out of her-"

"Enough!"

Prussia rolled his eyes, "Our point is, that you can't try and pretend you're a prude now. We already know about most of the stuff you've done, hell, you done it with us... Well, not the whipped-"

"Prussia!"

Prussia snorted out a laugh, "Why're you so shy all of a sudden?"

England turned up his nose, trying his best to hide the heat that was rising in his cheeks, "If I recall correctly, I had had a few drinks already when I told you almost all of those stories." He huffed, squirming out of their hold to continue walking down the hall, muttering lightly under his breath, "And Scotland's different."

"What was that?"

England rolled his eyes, turning around to look at them with a pointed expression, "I said, unlike a lot of my encounters, I'm actually trying to pursue a relationship this time, so I'd appreciate it if I could keep at least a little of my life to myself."

The two of them seemed conflicted for a moment, before Prussia spoke, "So you're actually..."

England waited for him to finish, but a strange awkwardness seemed to have come over the usually confident nation, and since Denmark didn't seem to be willing to finish he decided he would have to do it for them, "In love with him?" he asked, and Prussia rubbed the back of his neck, "Yes, I think so."

There was silence for a moment then Denmark cracked a grin, bounding up to England and pulling him into a tight hug, "Congrats, you Casanova!" he laughed, lifting England off the ground a little, and making the latter squeak embarrassingly in response. When he put him down a moment later, both of his companions were looking at him as if he'd just birthed an octopus, "I wondered why you hadn't been such a downer recently. I'm happy for you!"

England laughed a little, out of relief or shock neither was sure, "You are?"

"Yeah! Plus, it's nice to know I haven't lost my sex appeal," England raised an amused eyebrow at him, "You keep turning down a guys booty calls, and he starts to wonder if there's a reason."

England laughed, shaking his head, "Oh no, did I hit a nerve of insecurity?"

Denmark poked him in the centre of the forehead, "How would you feel?"

"Truly it would be a dark day that a booty call was rejected, I'm sorry to have caused you such turmoil."

A hand touched his shoulder, "If it means anything, I'm happy for you too."

England smiled at Prussia, who was rather stubbornly refusing to meet his eyes, "Thank you, Prussia."

"Wanna go out tonight?" Denmark asked, "That's what we actually came to ask you about."

"Yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it?" Prussia added, snapping out of his mood and returning to normal.

England nodded, "Yeah, that'd be nice."

You can probably guess exactly what happened from there.