Chapter 22: Two Weeks Later...

"Ok, so, you just press this button, and then this one, and then you shoot lasers at the- Iggy, are you even listening?"

"Of course I am, you bloody git," England growled, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tried to maneuver his player across the television screen. "Bloody hell, how can you even play this... Oi! How did I get shot there? I was perfectly covered!"

America laughed and playfully ruffled the Brit's hair, a fond smile making its way to his lips when the Briton flushed and grumbled under his breath.

"Sorry, Artie," he cooed. "I guess awesome American games are just too much for- Hey! That is totally not fair!"

Arthur chuckled, his emerald eyes flashing in triumph. "Sorry, love, but you know the saying- All's fair in love and war."

Alfred pouted for a moment before tossing his game controller to the side, his arms wrapping around Arthur's smaller waist as he pulled the Brit towards him. Arthur yelped and glared up at the American that was now holding him, his cheeks flaring a bright red.

"I thought you wanted to play a game?" England muttered gruffly.

America winked and leaned closer, his breath playing across England's lips.

"I do wanna play," he whispered huskily. "Just not that type of game..."

Arthur blushed, unable to hold back a slight moan as Alfred pressed their lips together. The American gently pushed England back onto the couch, his hands effortlessly slapping Arthur's game controller out of his hands. Arthur growled and forced Alfred's lips apart with his tongue, his hands reaching for the hem of America's dirty T-shirt...

"Dieu... Can you two not do that right now?" Canada broke in, his quiet voice a mix of irritation and amusement. "I'm trying to figure out what to wear..."

"Why the hell do you need our advice?" America shot back, annoyed at being interrupted. "And I'd just as soon have you ditch that commie so my opinion doesn't really matter here."

Matthew ignored his brother and shot a pleading look at Arthur, who was simultaneously trying to throw Alfred off of him and hide in the worn fabric of the American's couch. England sighed and sat up reluctantly, effectively sending America sprawling onto the ground.

"Really, lad, I don't see anything wrong with what you have on," the Englishman muttered, his green eyes carefully taking in the carefully pressed black slacks and lavender blouse that the Canadian had thrown on beneath his dark gray blazer.

Canada sighed and shot his own glance down at the outfit, his lilac eyes narrowed in uncertainty. "I don't know... Are you sure it's alright? I mean, Ivan said we were just going to the movies so I don't want to be too formal... But, then again, he always dresses so nicely and I don't want to make a bad impression... Mon Dieu, and my hair is just awful today- why won't that damn curl lay flat?"

"Mattie, dude, calm down," Alfred groaned, his blue eyes exasperated. "It's just a freaking date."

"Shut up, Al," Canada growled. "This isn't just a date! It's our first official one and I want to do this right! Besides, you were just as bad when you and Arthur first-"

"Right! Um, that jacket looks nice," America interrupted hurriedly, his cheeks flushing bright red when he caught sight of England's smirk.

"You think so?" Matthew wondered, easily distracted from his taunting. The Canadian's brow furrowed for a moment, his violet eyes thoughtful. "Do you think I should bring a condom...?"

"Ohmygod, please don't go there!" Alfred groaned. The American slapped his hands over his ears and ran out of the room, his blue eyes squinted shut beneath his glasses. Canada winced delicately when his brother promptly ran into a wall and shot an apologetic glance at England.

"Sorry, guess I kind of ruined the moment for you two..." he mumbled.

England sighed and gently patted the Canadian on the shoulder. "It's quite alright lad... I'm used to his antics."

Canada chuckled and nodded, the blood draining from his cheeks when he heard the doorbell ring.

"O-oh, th-that's him," he whimpered. "D-do I go now or should I wait? I mean, I d-don't want to look eager b-but it would be rude to-"

"Just go answer the damn door!" America howled from somewhere inside the house. Canada glared in the general direction of his brother's voice and hurried to answer the door, a small smile twisting his lips when he caught sight of the equally-nervous Russian standing on the other side.

Russia smiled back and hesitantly offered a large bouquet of sunflowers, his round face brightening when the Canadian grinned and took the yellow flowers.

"So... Matvey is ready to go, da?" Ivan asked cautiously.

Matthew nodded and gently handed the flowers to England before following Russia to the waiting Mercedes, his expression darkening in confusion when he saw Lithuania and Poland waiting patiently in the front seats of the car.

"What-?" he began.

"Like, we're totally here to make sure Russia doesn't screw up since he's, like, not that good at this sort of thing," Poland called cheerfully from the passenger seat, earning himself a creepy smile from said-Russian. Lithuania shuddered and gave his boyfriend's hand a warning squeeze before navigating the car out of America's driveway, his expression nervous.

"W-where to, Mr. Russia?"

"The movies, da?" Russia replied happily. "Matvey and I are going to see a movie, right~?"

"Y-yes, sir," Toris mumbled, his foot pressing shakily on the gas pedal as the car lurched forward.

Ivan giggled at the Baltic nation's discomfort, earning himself a disapproving glance from Matthew. Russia chuckled again and pulled the Canadian close. He gently rubbed his cheek against the top of Canada's silky golden head, causing Matthew's cheeks to redden in embarrassment.

"Mm... Matvey is so cute when he tries to correct me," Russia whispered silkily.

Canada's blush deepened and he relaxed into the Russian's grip, a small smile playing across his lips. Poland chuckled and the display and grinned mischievously at Lithuania, who stubbornly refused to take his eyes off of the busy road. Feliks just laughed and reached into the pocket of his bright pink coat, his fingers brushing across the sleek edges of the camera Hungary had slipped into his hands.

Elizaveta would love him for this...

X.

"Ve~! Look, Ludwig! More ducks! Can we feed them, Ludwig, please?"

Germany sighed and watched as Italy ran towards the lake, his curl bouncing erratically as he tried to catch up to the ducks that were now landing on the water's surface. A small smile twisted his lips when most of the ducks quacked in annoyance and flew away from the loud Italian, his smile fading immediately when several other ducks decided to charge at Feliciano, sending the fearful Italian running back to him.

"Ve! Ludwig! Ludgiw! Save me!" Feliciano gasped, his green eyes wide beneath his auburn hair.

Germany sighed again and pulled the Italian out of the ducks' paths, his expression stern.

"You should be more quiet around animals like that," he admonished. "Stop making them attack you."

Italy grinned unrepentantly and snuggled into the German's broad back. "Ve~ Mi dispiace, Ludwig..."

"I know, Feli." Germany paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation of the slender country snuggled against his back. Then his cheeks reddened when he remembered that they were in a public park and he hastily pulled away. Italy pouted but allowed this, his slim hand reaching out to clasp Ludwig's in a steely grip. The German's blush deepened and he hastily pulled the Italian further into the park, hoping that no one would notice the display of affection...

Click.

Hungary giggled and glanced down at the camera clutched tightly in her hands, her green eyes glittering with excitement between the branches of the bush that she was hiding in. Man, Ludwig and Feliciano took great pictures... Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd be able to get a kiss or two caught on tape...

The Hungarian woman squeaked in surprise when a pair of pale arms wrapped themselves around her waist, her lips curving into a knowing grin when Prussia buried his white head into her shoulder.

"Aw, come on, Liz," the Prussian groaned, his scarlet eyes gleaming mischievously. "Are we just supposed to sit in a bush stalking mein bruder all day? This is supposed to be a date."

"I had thought about it," Elizaveta admitted casually. "Why? Was there something you wanted to do?"

Gilbert grinned wolfishly and burrowed his face into the woman's hair, his lips pressing teasingly against the sensitive skin behind her ear lobes.

"I can think of a few things," he purred.

Elizaveta flushed and glanced reluctantly towards the path where Germany and Italy had disappeared. Well, there would always be other opportunities for pictures...

X.

"Ow! Norge, you stepped on my foot!"

"Shut up, Matthias."

"Noooorrggee! Why are you so meeaaannn?"

"Please be quiet, I'm trying to listen-"

Iceland rolled his eyes at his family's less-than-subtle attempts to spy on him. He glanced down at the young girl walking quietly beside him, his indigo eyes traveling down to their clasped hands. Liechtenstein looked up at him and smiled, her sea-green gaze slightly nervous.

"Is everything alright?" Lila asked quietly, her cheeks dusted with a delicate pink blush.

Emil nodded silently, his eyes tightening in embarrassment when he heard another outburst from Denmark.

"I'm sorry about my family," he murmured. "They really don't know the meaning of personal space."

Liechtenstein chuckled and glanced over her shoulder, her blush deepening when she caught a glimpse of Denmark's spiky blonde head above the branches of one of the many shrubs that dotted Switzerland's grounds.

"It's okay," she mumbled shyly. She paused for a second, her blush deepening. "Um... I think my brother is watching us, too."

Emil frowned and allowed his eyes to rake across the rolling green lawns surrounding the Swiss's mansion. "I don't see him..." Then again, Vash was a lot more subtle than his family...

Iceland sighed as Norway finally snapped and began to yell at Denmark several feet behind them.

"I guess this could have gone better," he mused.

"I don't mind," Liechtenstein said quietly. The girl's hand tightened around Iceland's, her eyes darting shyly up to his.

Iceland smiled softly and reached out to brush a few strands of her hair out of her face, his fingers brushing gently against the deep purple ribbon in her hair.

"No," he sighed. "I don't mind either..."

"AW! Norge, your brother is soooo cute!"

"Stop hugging me, dammit Matthias!"

"DENMARK! NORWAY! STOP FOLLOWING US OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU!"

Liechtenstein laughed at the sight of Iceland yelling at his relatives, her free hand pressed lightly against her lips to muffle the sound.

X.

"Vash, will you please put the gun down..."

"No," Switzerland growled, his blue-green eyes narrowed as he glared into the scope of his rifle at the two young countries that were walking across his lawn. If that Nordic tried anything with his little sister...

"I thought you were fine with Lila going out with Emil," Austria pointed out flatly, his purple eyes never leaving the sheet music in front of him.

"I- Well- He's- She's my little sister," the Swiss grumbled stubbornly.

"And Hungary is my ex-wife. That doesn't mean I'm going to follow her around on her dates with Prussia."

"That's different... Are they holding hands?"

"Really, Vash, will you calm down?" Roderich snapped. "You're being ridiculous."

Vash looked up from his gun to glare at the Austrian, his expression so similar to a pout that Roderich nearly laughed at the sight. Switzerland's eyes narrowed at the sight of the Austrian's restrained smile, his expression suddenly wary.

"What?" he demanded.

"Nothing," Austria muttered, struggling to hide the blush that was now spreading across his cheeks.

Switzerland smirked and finally walked away from his rifle towards the dark-haired country. The Swiss leaned over Roderich, his eyes glinting almost in an almost predatory way.

"Liar," he breathed, his lips hovering mere inches away from Austria's.

Austria glared up at the Swiss, small shudders rippling through his body when Vash's hand brushed against his curl.

"Get off," he grumbled.

Switzerland huffed and pressed a quick kiss to the Austrian's lips before hurrying back to his rifle, his eyes widening in shock when he caught sight of Liechtenstein and Iceland.

"H- Why the hell are they kissing?"

Austria rolled his eyes and gently put aside his sheet music before running to restrain the Swiss. Poor Iceland... He hoped the young man knew what he was getting into...

X.

"Heracles-san, are you sure that you want to do this?"

"Hmm... Why? Don't you want to?"

Japan blushed furiously and cast a wary glance towards the bright red door that led into China's house, his brown eyes narrowing when he caught sight of movement behind Yao's curtained windows.

"I... It is going to be chaotic," he warned quietly.

"Probably... But I don't mind when you're here."

Kiku's blush deepened and he nodded, a small smile curving his lips. The Japanese man silently handed a small clay pot to Greece before approaching China's door, his hand raised to knock against the wood.

The door was flung open before Japan's fist could make contact with it, revealing an ecstatic Korea.

"Kiku!" Yong Soo called happily. "You came! Did you come in a car? Cars were invented in Korea, daze!"

Japan winced delicately as the Korea pulled him into a tight hug, an involuntary smile making its way to his lips.

"Hello, Yong Soo," he murmured. "Um... could you please not strangle me?"

"Yong Soo!" China snapped, his flustered face appearing behind Korea as he struggled to pull the excited nation away from Japan. "Give Kiku some space, aru."

"But Yao!" Yong Soo whined.

There was a sigh from behind China and Hong Kong stepped in to join the struggle, his unreadable expression cracking slightly to reveal amusement at the Korean's antics.

"Hello, Kiku," Li greeted.

"Hello, Li," Kiku sighed. "Have Mei, Klahan, and Anh arrived yet?"

"We're here!" Taiwan called happily from inside the house. "Kiku, did you bring Heracles?"

"Yes..." Japan glanced over his shoulder at the Greek, who looked like he was about to fall asleep... again. "Perhaps one of you could help him with the food?"

"Of course!" Taiwan and Vietnam hurried out of the house towards the Greek, carefully avoiding the tangle of men around Korea and Japan. Greece smiled sleepily at the two girls and allowed them to drag him back to China's house, his green eyes flickering towards Japan and the others as Thailand joined the fight to pull Korea off of the Japanese man.

Greece's eyes narrowed and he stepped towards the knot of Asians, his hands effortlessly pulling Japan out of the chaos and into his arms. Korea yelped in shock at the disappearance of Japan and fell back onto China and Hong Kong, sending the all three of the nations sprawling onto the sidewalk. China groaned and glared at the Korean on top of him.

"Get off me, aru!" he growled.

"But I'm comfortable here, daze!" Korea whined.

Japan chuckled and allowed himself to lean back in Greece's embrace for a brief moment, ignoring the excited whispers that his sisters were exchanging behind his back.

"Are you sure that you want to do this, Heracles-san?" he whispered.

"Yes..." Greece murmured. "I like your family... They're fun... But..."

"But what?"

"They need to get cats..."

X.

Finland sighed in relief and settled back onto the couch next to Sweden, a small smile curving his lips when the Swede wrapped strong arms around his shoulders.

"I finally got Peter to get some sleep," Tino murmured. "He didn't want to stop ranting about Arthur dating Alfred."

Berwald nodded and glanced in the direction of Sealand's room. The boy had somehow escaped all contact with the aliens, and never tired of complaining about everything that he had missed.

"H's h' st'pp'd t'lk'ng ab'ut the ali'ns?" he mumbled.

Finland hummed and snuggled into Sweden's embrace, enjoying the feeling of Berwald's arms around him.

"He doesn't understand how lucky he was to miss everything," Tino sighed. "I swear, if he had been in that mansion when they were threatening to kill us..."

Berwald frowned and tightened his grip on the Fin. He hated being reminded of that time... When he had come too close to losing his wife.

"I never got to thank you for staying with me," Finland mused.

"Y' d'n't need t' th'nk m'," Sweden sighed.

"Yes I do." Finland turned in the Swede's arms and started kissing the larger man's forehead, eyelids, and lips. Sweden groaned and pulled the Fin tightly against his chest, his own lips moving hungrily to meet Finland's own. Finland whimpered and allowed the Swede to push him down onto the couch, his hands moving to the top button of Sweden's shirt...

The two Nordics froze when they heard Sealand's voice echo down the hall, his tone slightly frightened.

"An'th'r n'ghtm'r'?" Sweden groaned.

"Yes," Finland sighed. "I'll go and check on him."

Sweden nodded reluctantly and allowed the Fin to get up from the couch, his sapphire eyes following the smaller Nordic from behind his glasses. A small smile made its way to his lips when he heard Finland's soothing voice join Sealand's whimpers, his expression softening. His family was well, Norway and Denmark weren't barging into his house, and the world was at peace...

All was well... Until Denmark came back from stalking Iceland.

And... That's the last chapter! Hehe, hope you guys liked it!

Well, I really liked writing this, and I'm glad that a lot of other people seemed to like it too! Thanks to everyone for all of the awesome reviews/favorites that this story got! You are all as awesome as Prussia!

I'm not sure when I'll get the first chapter of the pirate!USUK story up, but I'll try and put it up soon, okay?

Thanks again for everything!

Luxio Nyx