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He knew that it was the only way.

For hundreds of years he had been tormented by that bastard France. Always being insulted because of his looks or his cooking…well no longer!

This time he had a perfect way to shut him up for good.

In the past, he had always responded with his fists, it was the only way he knew how. It wasn't until he realized that his fists were having no effect did England finally come to accept that he needed to change. He needed to something that the other nation would not expect…something to catch the other nation completely by surprise.

He would have the ultimate victory over France!

England only had to wait until the next day to deal with his arch-nemesis. It didn't take long after their initial greetings did France begin to comment negatively about England's appearance.

It was go time.

England grabbed France's collar in his right fist, bringing the taller man down so that they were eye to eye, and before France could utter another word, England put his plan into action.

He tilted his head up wards, looked in to the blue eyes of his enemy, and he kissed him.

It wasn't a long kiss, or a very passionate one, but when England broke away, and France remained silent, England was finally satisfied.

Without saying a word, England left the quiet France, not bothering to look back, too pleased that he had finally bested the other man, a smile of victory on his face.

But if he had looked back, he would have seen the smile. The true smile of victory belonged to France, for he had been waiting for that kiss for hundreds of years.

A/N: Very short one-shot, but I thought it was cute. As usual, please review, it makes me happy ^_^