Author claims no rights to Hetalia or any affiliated licenses. Thanks to all those that have patiently waited for an update. I know I have been sporadic at best, but your support is greatly appreciated! Credit to Bears the Extra for wanting more China.

Rated M, for those of you who do not know what that means... it does not stand for Monster. So sadly, a monster shall not be appearing in this chapter. :(

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"The finest," America declared, with a slight drawl to her words, that switched to a near New-York sound when she became even more excited.

"Seriously?" Bosnia asked, with his brow raised high. Of all the things he had expected America to spout off about this morning, even he was forced to admit that this had not been on the list. So, therefore, she was continuing to live up to her spontaneous, if not spastic, reputation.

The Star-spangled nation eyed him appraisingly. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. Which wasn't too big of a change since the whole 'Pregnant' fiasco. Bosnia shuddered slightly. There were still smears of nations on the walls, as America had started beating France with Paraguay. That was not a euphemism. She had literally picked Paraguay up and used the poor nation like a club to clobber France.

Bosnia, however, had been spared America's wrath, because he had the courage to simply ask what had happened. This was after stumbling upon the first half of the blood bath. He was now incredibly grateful to have been caught up arguing with Croatia that 'Little Egg' was a fine city name in his language.

"Of course I'm serious," she parroted back with a happy smile. A smile that told Bosnia that he was incredibly safe. For the moment.

"You stopped a bull?"

"Yes!"

A certain nation was hurrying into the his next meeting. His dark hair was masterfully styled, and an air of business superiority oozed from his very being.

"For China?"

The dark-eyed male paused, Not that he was eavesdropping, but they were talking about him, and it was always wise to know what your competition was thinking. So honestly, if they were going to speak behind his back, he was doing them a favor by participating in their conversation.

In a manner of speaking.

However, he was a wise and cautious nation. And, the last time people had jumped to conclusions about the America whore, everyone had-

"I would take on any manner of beast for China."

..., hm, perhaps he should be kinder. She had undergone severe trauma with Japan and South Korea. He had beaten them soundly, but it wouldn't hurt to give them a few more good whacks.

"Why?" Bosnia asked curiously, if not a bit surprised. "It's just China."

The Eastern nation snorted heavily. 'Just China' was akin to saying that you only needed oxygen 'to breathe'. Bosnia, though unaware of his blunder, had just entered into China's notice, and it was not a good thing. He would make time to reflect more on America, and to see if she had grown up from her childish ways at all.

"Just China? Just China?" America asked with incredulity. "Do you have any idea just how precious China is to me?"

Bosnia shook his head ot the negative, as America launched into a tirade of just how 'special' and 'priceless' he was. It warmed his heart.

The older nation grinned, even after thousands of years... he still had 'it', with the ladies.

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Greece was cowering under the meeting table. Tears clouded his eyes as he covered his head, willing himself not to make a sound. To not even breathe heavily.

"I'm going to get you." America sing-singed, form not far away.

His blood turned to ice in his veins, as he thought of all sorts of cat-related cuteness to drive the scary moments away. One cat. Two Cat. Three-

"I'll start by eating your head." She giggled eerily to herself, and Greece felt himself shake as he screamed in his mind. She was going to get him. She was going to murder him! America truly was insane and awful! How had it come to this and no one noticed? Well, except for Ecuador. How!? He needed an army! He needed he world to rise up with him!

Or he needed to hide in Russia's coat.

"Then your legs are next!"

He turned nearly green, at the mental image. He would do anything to get away from the Psychotic creature that was the USA. The same female nation that was singing about his demise, not ten feet away. He was sure of it.

Contentedly, the star-spangled nation was actually sitting in her assigned seat, chomping on a bag of gummy bears. The red, white, and orange ones were her favorites. England had always told her not to play with her food, but she really couldn't see the harm of it.

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"Is it just me," Morocco asked, turning to America with a conspiratorial look, "Or has Germany been wearing much tighter pants?"

The blue eyed nation blinked, and then glanced at Germany out of reflex.

"I don't see anything different." She said quietly, trying her best to avoid being caught talking during the meeting.

"I swear," the male nation muttered, nearly under his breath, "that he's tightened the crotch on his pants."

That caused America to stop her previous line of thought, as her eyes honed in to the very place that Morocco was mentioning, before she started to make a chocked sound. Holding in her laughter, made it sound as if she were about to die from helium expose.

"How often do you stare at Germany's crotch?" She asked in a tone that was far too innocent to be real.

The male nation flushed to the roots of his hair.

"I do not stare at his crotch."

"Really? Because if your noticing that it's tighter-"

"Its like a damn lizard's been stuffed down his pants. I noticed, not that I care or that I stare-"

America dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Spain leaned in on America's left. His gaze landed on America's face, wondering just who had done such a wonderful job with plastic surgery on him. Or if perhaps, he was just so unfortunate to have a naturally feminine appearance. If it was plastic surgery, it looked so very real.

"What is so funny?" he asked in a smoky tone that would have left women weak. Which explained why America had not fallen for his charms.

America was blushing and trying to fight his laughter, before they were caught.

"Talking about Germany's crotch."

Spain froze, trying to come up with some witty joke or a ...

Wait.

Did that mean America was gay?

And, if America was truly Homosexual, why had he never attempted to seduce Spain? What? Was America too good for him? Spain was the walking epitome of sexy! He felt deeply offended. He ruffled his hair, in the most alluring way possible, and leaned even closer.

"Why look at his crotch? When there is someone with far more to ... draw the eye?" He thickened his accent, allowing his 'bedroom eyes' to reach their fullest potential.

America tilted his head, looking perplexed.

"But... I don't see anyone that fits that description."

Spain did an excellent impersonation of a fish out of water.

That was cold. So very cold to say. It was a direct violation of the 'Bro code'.