Note: Right where the break is it goes from England's POV to America's POV. I wanted to warn you so you didn't get confused. This is the last chapter too so i hope you like it.

I was shocked that he had kissed me, but I didn't separate from him; instead I kissed him back. He seemed to like that move and he started to move over to go on top of me. I didn't say anything but I was going to question him how on earth we were going to do anything on a stupid car seat; that's when he pulled something and my seat went all the way down flat. I was jostled a bit and that made us stop kissing for a bit, but he started to kiss me again once he was situated.

He was on top of me and I didn't mind. At first I was thinking that this was all a dream that I was sickly making up, but pushed the thought away and tried to get as much pleasure as possible.

I started to concentrate on his kisses and realized how good they were even if they were a bit sloppy. He would lick my lips then move his tongue between them and make his way into my mouth. It felt great having his tongue in my mouth and I felt myself getting hard. I would've been embarrassed but then I felt a bulge in America's pants as he laid himself on top of me. I was blushing horribly now, but didn't say anything.

He pulled away from the kiss as slowly as he could and what was left was a trail of saliva from tongue to mine. He lifted his body off of mine but didn't move his face any further from mine. He closed his mouth and smiled then blushed as he realized what he had just done. "E-England…"

With that I could tell he was going to do nonstop apologizing, but before he could I leaned up and kissed him. I tried to make the kiss pleasurable and once I stopped and looked into his eyes I said this: "No need to apologize, git."

He smiled still blushing and opened the door to get out. I was a bit sad until I heard what he asked. "Want to continue this inside or should we go to my house so we don't have to bother anyone?"

I pondered and soon decided. "I'm probably going to your house tomorrow anyway so let's go there." He smiled even more and nodded as I straightened my seat again. He closed the door and slide across his hood just to get to his door and into his seat. I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Git." He just laughed and started the hummer back up.

Once we were at his place and he closed the door we couldn't separate ourselves from each other. We kissed while going to the stairs, held hands as we ascended the stairs, then we went right back to kissing. When we finally got into his room, he pulled me closer to him and started kissing me with a sort of lust. I had lust in me, too, but not as much as his.

He started to take of his clothes and I did so too with mine; we were now on the bed naked and enjoying the pleasure we were both giving and getting. Between the pleasure, I remembered the last bit of the lyrics: and I held your hand through all of these years, but you still have all of me. We weren't kissing when I remembered them and laughed.

He had stopped what he was doing. "What?"

I looked at him and shook my head. "Nothing, just thinking about something ironic is all."

He was confused, but then he had a sudden look of understanding. "Are you talking about the lyrics from that song again?" I nodded and he wrinkled his eye-brows together like he was thinking. "Oh, I get it now." He started to laugh like I did.

I couldn't believe what I had just figured out. The song that he must have heard was My Immortal by Evanescence and my brain just clicked; that song was just like us back then and now. I instantly ransacked my memory just to remember more of the lyrics from the song and realized he must've been talking about the, and I held your hand through all of these years, but you still have all of me, part. "You know," I said after laughing, "It is ironic."

He tried to sit up since he was happy that I understood him, but couldn't since I was still in him. "So you know what I'm talking about?" He said with a smile that reminded me of a child's when they got good news or rewards.

"Yup." I said and leaned in to kiss his neck. "Can we continue? We can talk about this later." He nodded with a blush and I continued to thrust.

The night had turned into the next day and Arthur didn't hesitate to bring up the song. "Can you tell me about it?"

I had just woken up and grabbed myself some coffee that he made for me. "All right." I said lazily. He had taken a seat on my love seat with his cup of tea in his hand, and I sat next to him. "The song is called My Immortal; it's by a group called Evanescence. In all honesty, I think they're okay, and I won't say that that's my favorite song, but I like a couple of their songs. My favorite album is Fallen and that's the only one I've been listening to by them so far. Really, their group is a group you can't really dislike; their songs are so catchy and I find myself not getting bored by them like I usually do with others." I kept talking about them and Arthur just kept nodding and listening. When I had finished talking he had asked me if he could barrow the CD since it sounded interesting to listen to. "Of course you can." I say smiling my award winning smile. "Just don't cry while you're listening to it because then I won't let you listen to it anymore."

I whacked my arm and I snickered. "Git, I won't cry from a stupid CD."

"You cried from a song." I received another whack.

"Shut up you wanker." He was blushing and I couldn't help but laugh and kiss him. He calmed down a bit and kissed me back. Once we parted he smiled and so did I. "I don't know if I'm going to get use to this."

"You will." He smiled even more and I kissed him again. "You're so kissable." I tell him after we stopped for a breath.

He blushed. "Don't say such silly things, git." I smiled and he leaned in this time to kiss me. "I'm glad I came to visit you again."

"Me, too." And with that we started to make out. Of course we stopped later on to eat and walk around, but we were inseparable.

Soon years had passed and we still have our little shouts at one another, but we always end up having, as Japan would call it, make-up sex. Or at least that's what I think he called it. All I know now, and will always know, is that thanks to a simple, silly song Britain and I had our first kiss with each other; also, we started dating, and it's so much fun, especially when I get Arthur to blush at least ten shades of red.

I've also found myself listening to that certain song a lot; I don't mind and actually I think about Arthur every time I hear it. I told him that one day and he blushed so badly because he remembered all of what had happened because of it. He also said that that song had also embarrassed him, but he wouldn't complain about it since we were together.

I hope we stay together for a long time, and I know that he hopes for the same thing.

I know that the ending sucked but i didn't really know how to end it. I was running out of ideas for the two lined i had left and just went with one that happened to swoop into my mind. I hope you don't mind the sudden change and ending.

I know i haven't written in a while and i'm sorry for that; i'm not talking about just this story i'm talking about the other two i'm still working on, too.

So yeah, this is a late Christmas present to those of you who really liked the story. I know this might be a day or two or how ever many days late but Merry Christmas everyone! :)

R&R if you'd like too :)