Don't look now!

He would not look… he wouldn't! But, he wanted too! He really, really, really wanted to! But Cuba would refrain… he wasn't that cruel… He could be though…

He sighed, taking his hair down, needing some sleep after the exhausting day he had just been through, he'd admit England was hilarious and his responses would never cease to amaze him, but even Cuba was exhausted from staying at the beach under the strong sun rays as long as he had, and he had to avoid some people from his Government after leaving England (if they were starting to expect him to always get his work done early, they really didn't know him as well as they should).

Stripping down to barely anything he relaxed onto his bed, planning nothing more than to shut his eyes tight and not wake up until the next morning where he would then have the last possible date he could have with England while the Brit was in his country. As he said that's what he'd planned, but as his head hit the pillows he found his self wide awake and staring at the boringly pale ceiling…

"Damn it all…" He muttered to his self, switching from language to language to say random swear words. He felt exhausted but sleep wouldn't overcome him, turning slightly he glared at his pocket where the object that was making him think so much was.

Sighing he ran a hand through his hair. England wouldn't realise if he had a look would he? It wasn't like he was going to get caught… he was only curious damn it all!

Taking out the object he glared at it. An I-phone… he didn't even believe England would've picked such a complicated phone, he thought the man would've had a simple one that was only useful for calls, but the Brit proved him wrong with his high tech and new I-phone! And where he felt he should be impressed he felt absolutely annoyed. What did the Brit need an I-phone for? What would be on if he opened it up? Damn it all!

He put the phone on the side somewhere. He wouldn't look damn it! He wasn't some idiot like America who would most likely jump on the opportunity, he'd respect others personal belongings. But why did it have to be so damn hard to resist temptation?

Cuba found his self awakening slightly later than he had planned… Ok, that was an understatement, it had gone noon. He glared at the phone for that.

"This is your entire fault stupid phone!" He grumbled, getting ready to meet England was harder than usual with the lack of sleep; wanting to look at that stupid phone was annoying him- but he wouldn't be any later than he already was. Grabbing a change of clothes for the Brit, he headed to the hotel.

When he entered he was greeted by an amused looking Brit. England spread across the couch in his hotel room, a book in hand (apparently the blonde always carried some sort of literature around with him just in case) and an empty plate of food on the side, wearing the clothes from yesterday (Cuba could only guess the entertaining expression spread across the Brit's face when he realised he'd grudgingly have to wear the shirt for a bit longer).

"Took your time today Cuba?" The Brit asked amusement very evident in the tone of his voice; Cuba couldn't quite stop the yawn that escapes.

"Overslept," Cuba muttered rubbing his face and resisting the urge to add a childish lemme' alone to the end of the sentence.

England shook his head, stretching as he stood up and put the book to the side. And before the man got a word in edge ways had another bag of clothes thrown at him.

"Don't worry there's nothing declaring your undying love for me today!" Cuba grinned, which once again was rewarded with a shake of the head as the blonde went to try the clothes on away from prying eyes… though it wasn't as though the Cuban would've stared if he changed out here… maybe…

The Brit walked back in with a white no sleeved t-shirt with a high collar, and tight jeans with sentences spread all across them and some black boots, the Brit raise a brow in question as he walked over to the Cuban, who was beaming- proud of his work.

"It shows your figure!" Cuba cheered, sneaking a hand around the other's waist as they left the building, with a few protests and a few punches sent in Cuba's direction.

"So what are we doing today exactly?" The Brit questioned (silently seething), just as he did the day before.

"Well-"

"Cuba!" A voice interrupted the man; they turned to see some Governmental secretary of some sort running towards them both.

England looked up at Cuba in question as the man swore under his breath, before grabbing the Brit's hand and telling the Nation to run. A few corners later they found their selves trying to catch their breath back.

"And we just had to run for our lives, because?" The Brit drawled out eventually.

"Exercise if good for you, you silly Brit…" Cuba managed to huff out while leaning against the wall. "And I may be skipping out on a few important meetings, but I would've missed them anyway!" He stated defensively when he saw the glare the Brit was sending him.

"You shouldn't miss important meetings and WORK for some silly little dates!" The Brit started.

"I always miss those so-called important meetings, so I'm technically not missing them for some silly little dates!" The Cuban called back and added as an afterthought. "I also happen to be enjoying these silly little dates as you call them, though I can tell you obviously don't!"

And turning around he left. The Brit wanted him to work? Fine he'd do his bloody job and leave the Brit to enjoy his last day in Cuba, Cuba free!

Cuba hit his head on his desk his arms stretched forward and groaned loudly. It was a silly and rather small argument, but it still annoyed him. He shouldn't have yelled back like that. He groaned again, it was always fun to know that he couldn't even last in a fake relationship longer than a week… he was going to be alone forever wasn't he?

He shifted so he was slouching back in his chair and looked at England's phone. Well… if his phony relationship was going to end soon, he was going to end it without regrets! Turning the phone on he started browsing through all his stuff.

A few of the Brit's old colonies had phoned since the thing had been off; the said colonies had turned up in a few pictures each one dragging a reluctant England into the picture with them. Though there was a video recording… Cuba curiously opened it.

"Angleterre if you don't smile we will make you!" A loud French voice called, with a few English agreements in the background as the camera zoomed in on the Brit.

"Get lost frog!" The Brit spat back glaring at the phone.

"Iggy!" A whiny American voice howled. "Smile already! You haven't smiled in one picture!"

"You're the ones taking pictures with my phone, I don't want these pictures on it!" the Brit complained, and tried to back out of the screen as Australia came into view taking the Brit's arm and pulling him towards the Camera.

"Come on; mate one picture with me please?" The taller, but younger Nation pouted at the other and you could literally see the Brit's defences fall.

"Not fair Oz!" A platinum blonde haired girl (New Zealand Cuba was pretty sure) pushed Australia out of the shot. "I get first piccy with England!"

"Why don't you get in the shot Canada?" A French voice questioned as America joined the fighting in the background.

"Come on, lad." The Brit sighed, dragging Canada in front of the camera with him, laughing lightly with a smile in place. "Let's appease the masses shall we?"

"Oui! That's the spirit Angleterre!" France cheered as the video ended.

Cuba sighed turning the thing off, and pocketing it. He felt a little lonely and a bit awful in all honesty… Spain never really cared much for him of the other colonies, they were all just accessories that the man could show off and in return he and the others couldn't wait to be rid of him, and there was England one of the most powerful empires from before still getting along with his colonies… actually trusting his enemy with a pricy phone… but Cuba figured that wasn't what annoyed him the most, no what annoyed him the most was-

A tub of ice-cream landed in front of him and a flushed, frowning Brit looking awkwardly to the side. And Cuba found his self lifting a brow at the others actions.

"An apology…" The Brit managed to ground out, looking everywhere else but Cuba. "Wasn't it you who said ice-cream's the best way?"

"An apology? For what?"

"Ah… Just… taking things too… far… I have enjoyed myself and… overall it has been relaxing to not have to focus on work for a bit… so I'm not saying…" The Brit groaned, he hated having to apologize, it meant he was in the wrong. "That the dates were silly or pathetic… or anything of that sort… just you… should probably be a bit more responsible… don't want a fellow Nation… to fall…"

"Should we share this ice-cream then?" Cuba grinned over at England, purposely not mentioning that the Brit had stated he sort of cared about the Cuban (he didn't want to accidently ruin the apology), who stared back blankly as though wondering what Cuba was going on about. "Well, because I have to say sorry for creating all this mess in the first place and it does take two to argue!"

The Brit shook his head lightly, before agreeing and going off to find two spoons.

Cuba yawned while walking England back to his hotel. The Brit had stayed and offered to help, though Cuba just threw a book at the blonde and told him to keep his self entertained- it was his holiday (he hoped the Brit enjoyed the books with explicit sex scenes throughout), but nonetheless the Brit had seemed to enjoy his self in the end, and Cuba got all his work done in time to treat the blonde to a late meal- which was where they were heading from.

The Cuban Nation wanted to grab hold of the Brit's hand like he had been the whole of England's holiday, but didn't feel right in doing so at that very second. It's like they say, he guessed, two steps forward one step back. But he grinned and walked closer to the blonde this wasn't going to stop his goodbye kisses!

As the hotel came into view he quickly grabbed the blonde's arm and pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist where the vein was working hard underneath. He looked into the green eyes a certain spark to his own brown ones.

"Why… do you do that?" England managed to question, generally curious as to why a different part of his hand had been kissed each day.

"Why what?" Cuba grinned letting his lips ghost lightly to England's knuckled. "Why I kissed you goodbye here first?" He quickly pecked the knuckled, before his lips met the palm of England's hand. "Then here?" And he brought his lips to their latest victim spot before gently putting pressure on the wrist. "And here today?"

England just nodded mutely not quite trusting his voice, but Cuba chuckled lightly.

"But of course England, I'm working my way to my target!" Cuba's fingers replaced his lips as his face moved closer to England's ear and his fingers slowly glided up the pale flesh and he'd whisper a light "then here" every now and then in the blonde's ear (which had started burning a bright red).

His fingers danced along the Brit's flesh, across his shoulders, Cuba lightened his touch as he allowed his fingers to ghost across England's neck, the Brit shivering slightly. His fingers glided across the Brit's jaw bone and shyly danced their way to the edge of the Brit's lips. Cuba pulled back slightly and admired the blonde's flustered face.

"And of course by the end of all this I'll claim my prize right…" his fingers teasingly poked the blonde's lips. "Here, but until then…" He kissed the Brit's wrist again and placed the I-phone into the others hand and walked off, leaving a slightly confused and extremely flushed Brit behind.

Cuba had been slightly annoyed by the fact that he and his family didn't get along as well at England's did, but Cuba figured that wasn't all that annoyed him most… No, what annoyed him more was the fact that the Brit's family had successfully make him enjoy his self and laugh, whereas Cuba had only successfully managed to make the blonde become flustered, which seemed to be a rather easy feat. Cuba wanted to be able to make the Brit laugh like the blonde's family had successfully done, and he wasn't sure if he should feel worried about that or just enjoy his self while he had the chance…

Choppy chapter is choppy! Well, I have to say sorry for the sort of long wait been very ill! But hey you got drama this chapter! Petty arguments, ice-cream apologies, and a slightly jealous Cuba what wasn't to love…? Ok, so I could've added more detail but in my defence I've been ill and instantly come back to write this for you guys of course it wasn't going to be my most amazing chapter!

I promise you more detail and more love next chapter… and probably another choppy chapter, I love writing stories like that but at the same time they annoy me! *Growls* Anyways, as a sorry for it being forever I shall let you know what the next chapter shall be called, it's called: "We need a referee!"

Oh, I bet you didn't think they'd be one of them, but it IS a game and games need some sort of referee, but can any of you guess who it'll be? But it's a country that'll be fair on both of them, though probably a little biased but oh well!

Anyway I hope you enjoyed the latest instalment! I hope you guys will continue to read and review and most of all enjoy!