Rated M. This is a piece of literary fiction. The Author does not claim ownership pertaining to the ideas/characteristics/ect, of Hetalia or any subsidiary thereof. Philippines courting rituals taken from Wikipedia... please don't blame me!

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"I...I don't know man," America said, looking out the window into the quiet night.

"Trust me!" The Philippines replied with his voice filled with wisdom and confidence.

The Star-Spangled nation's face scrunched up in displeasure.

"Do I really have to sing?"

"It's called serenading, and it is very romantic." The Philippines said commented.

She shuffled on one foot to the other.

"I still don't know..."

"Well, there is that or threatening to stab yourself in the heart in front of his father-"

"You mean Prussia?"

"Whichever," The Philippines commented.

America blinked and moved her phone away to stare at it a moment, then put it back to her ear.

"Wait. Stab my heart?" She asked, with widened eyes behind Texas.

"Only if Prussia refuses to give you permission to marry Germany," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So, I only have to threaten it?"

"Well, if he refuses," The Philippines said blithely, "You actually have to do it."

Well, that escalated quickly. America paused.

"Is there a third option?"

"Well there are love potions-"

"Pass."

"How do you feel about sending him riddles?"

America bit her lip at that, and thought about it. That could work.

"Yeah I suppose I could do that."

"You have to send them to his family as well, declaring your intentions."

Oh no. She remembered the last time she'd given Prussia a riddle. She was still banned in Hamburg. For reasons she did not need to go into. Ones that she, Prussia, and Spain had agreed never to speak upon again.

Ever.

"Uh..anything else?"

"Well," The Philippines said with a bit of exasperation in his tone. "There is mahal-alay."

Oh, that sounded exotic. America beamed at that one, with some hope.

"What is mahal-kalal?"

"Mahal-alay," he corrected patiently with a bit of fondness creeping into his words. "You sleep together during the night."

America's eyes grew round in surprise, and she gave a loud shout of excitement. German slumber party! This was like... a thing!

"Perfect! You, Sir, are amazing!" She crowed happily into the phone. "Bye!"

"Goodbye, friend!" The Philippines replied, laughing at her obvious pleasure at the suggestion.

The Philippines turned out to be a huge help! America was so pleased when she got off the phone, that she did a quick two-step to shimmy out her excitement. The Philippines had made it clear that there were some key things she could do to express and interest. Which should, ideally, lead to some dates. America grinned brightly. The Philippines sounded so sure about it, that she couldn't help but feel confident in his advice.

She could totally do what he did when he showed interest in a woman.

She'd... just have to treat Germany as a chick.

America guffawed at that for a moment, but she was totally going to do it. She put the coffee on -despite the tiny pot the hotel had-, and started researching what she would need. Briefly, she wondered if she could get a couple of things through customs, but felt safe in the knowledge that she could just call Germany up if she needed him to approve it.

He'd, well, hopefully help her. But then again, the Philippines said that if Germany really liked her.. he would play hard to get. A light bulb went off in her head. Oh duh! That is why he always told her no!

She chuckled to herself, as she realized that she needed one more person in on this with her.

America pulled out her phone and flipped it open, hitting her speed dial. It started to ring, and she hummed to herself patiently.

"...Hallo?"

"Prussia!"

There was silence on the other end.

"America? Are you dying?"

She blinked, looking down at the coffee pot, "Uh... no?"

There was a click on the other end of the line. Well! He didn't have to be rude about it. She dialed his number again. It rang. Then went straight to voicemail.

Well, she was not going to be ignored. If Prussia wasn't going to let her warn him that she was coming over, that was his business. But, she had a German nation to woo.

America pumped a fist into the air in determination as she turned the coffee off, just as the first tantalizing aroma started wafting from the hot brew. She grabbed her keys and put her shoes back on. Quickly, she grabbed her coat too.

She made it out the door, before she gave a soft curse and went back inside.

America rolled her eyes at her own forgetfulness. She forgot to pack her overnight bag.

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America was in high spirits as she walked quickly towards the front door Prussia's and Germany's house. It took less time than she would have thought to get there, partly because she actually knew where she was going in this country, and partly because the taxi service here was fantastic.

She smoothed down her hair, and knocked on the door. The thought occurred to her that maybe, just maybe, she should have called Germany first.

Oh well!

America tapped her foot impatiently. It wasn't bad out, and she didn't want to ring the doorbell, somehow that seemed... rude. Her blue eyes lit up as she remembered her cell phone. With a slight hum, she scrolled for Germany's contact info.

She pressed the little green button that let her call his number.

It started to ring. One. Two. Thr-

"Hallo?" The husky voice questioned with a sharpness that gave evidence to not appreciating being woken up.

"Germany! Hi!" America said exuberantly. "Whatcha doing?"

There was silence on the other end, then a slight cough.

"America?" He asked again, his voice that was more normal and much less irritated.

"Yeah dude."

She heard rustling on the other side, and her blue eyes flicked upward as a light came on in the bedroom one floor up. Oh good! He was up.

There was more silence, then his voice broke it effectively.

"Is... is everything alright?"

"Oh yeah, say could I spend the night at your house?" She asked breezily.

"... What?"

"Because if that's okay, could you come downstairs and open the door?"

She beamed up at the window, as the curtain moved ot the side for a moment.

"You are... outside." Germany said slowly.

America waved at him enthusiastically.

"Hi!" She chirped into the phone.

He awkwardly waved back at her.

"I will be right down," Germany promised.

"Okay," America agreed quickly.

She waited, nearly buzzing where she stood, as she heard a loud thumping followed by Germany cursing. The Star Spangled nation gaped at some of his words. Before she started laughing, and shaking her head. Poor guy. He must not be fully awake yet.

A small prickling of guilt filled her senses. Maybe she should have called him earlier? Not jsut shown up? Oh lord, this was probably horrible rude and unwanted and-

The door swung open, and Germany stood before, in a T-shirt that was on backwards and pants that were not properly zipped. He cleared his throat, as he peered down at her.

"America," he said stiffly. "What brings you here, at this hour?"

She opened her mouth to respond, then paused. Wait. What time was it anyway? Late... judging by the fact Prussia and Germany had been asleep. It was safe to assume late. Whoops. There was that 'impulsiveness' Northern Italy had warned against. Her cheeks stained a soft crimson, as America looked down for a moment.

"I...uh...," she started feeling slightly nervous. Crap. Pull it together America! "I was wondering if I could spend the night?"

The question was blunt, and articulated perfectly. However, even with that, Germany looked as if he didn't understand what she asked him.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" He shook his head and stared at her intently.

"Can I spend the night?"

Germany's blue eyes looked confused by her words.

"Why?" he asked, looking vaguely concerned, "Is something wrong?"

"Oh no," she rushed to assure him, her hands making motions with her words. "Nothing's wrong, I was just thinking I could spend the night at your house."

He said nothing.

America raised a brow, slightly worried by the fact it almost looked like he wasn't breathing.

"Is that okay?" The female nation questioned lightly with excitement.

"You want to spend the night?" He asked, slowly, after a minute or two had passed.

She beamed at him, adjusting her overnight bag on her shoulder.

"Yes please! I even brought my stuff."

Germany's blue eyes flickered to her bag and back to her face several times, as he changed colors.

"Uh..."

"Yes?"

"Does Die Niederlande know you are here?"

There was a soft flush on his features, and America nearly cooed at him. But then his question penetrated her shy embarrassment.

"What?" She asked, not remembering for a moment that she was supposed to be 'with' the Dutch nation. To be fair, Germany looking at her like she was a welcomed present was distracting. She shifted her weight to one foot, and cocked her head to the side. Nantucket bounced at the action.

"Why would The Netherlands need to know if I were here?"

"Why wouldn't he?" Germany responded lowly.

"Because its none of his business? Because I don't answer to him?" America questioned, appearing faintly insulted.

Germany blinked, his mouth opened and closed a few times. He ran his hand through his mussed hair.

"The Netherlands?" He repeated the question with a hard edge to his words, as if she didn't get it. "Your...?"

Well, she didn't get where he was going with this.

"My?" She asked, gesturing in the air to lead him to the term he was searching for.

"Your...m-," he flushed looking mildly upset, and puzzled at her.

"Ally?" America supplied, growing as confused as Germany by where he was going with this.

His face went blank, and his blue eyes had a shine of happiness in them. America softly pushed at his arm. He didn't respond, so she waved a hand in front of his face rapidly.

"You okay dude? Can I come in?"

He jolted, as if struck.

"Ja! Ja, of course." He muttered quickly.

"Sweet! Thanks Germany!" America said happily as she nearly pushed past him to get inside. "Which way is your room?"

Germany turned a deeper red.

"My room?"

She turned to look at him.

"Yeah, dude, I was thinking we could sleep together."

America could only watch as the male nation, who had just finished closing and locking the door, missed his footing. She blinked as Germany fell to the ground in a heap.