Last chapter, everyone! :D Thank you for staying with this story for so long~


It had almost been two weeks since England's rather dramatic confession. After crashing down the stairs, England woke up a few hours later in a hospital. Somehow, he had only received a sprained arm from that accident.

"You were very lucky," the doctor told him as his arm was fitted into a sling. "It might be because you are one of 'them', but not many people can suffer a fall like that and end up with only a mild sprain. And after running around in the rain while you were already ill, I'm surprised that you didn't develop hypothermia too."

England was only in the hospital for a few days, and that was only so that he could fully recover from his flu. Japan and France visited him together only a little while after he had woken up, (since when were the two of them such good friends…?) Japan had seemed upset, blaming himself for England's injury since he had been supposed to watch over him.

England had not told anyone the reason he had gone out in the rain, so everyone who visited him merely assumed that he had grown delirious and was chasing one of his 'hallucinations'. England thought it was better that way. Only a certain two had even thought about the true reason, but had quickly dismissed the possibility with a laugh.

But the one person who England wanted to hear from the most didn't show up. Well, what did you expect? he thought. You knew that there was no way he'd ever feel the same way…Why you decided to tell him in the first place is beyond me.

A slight depression had set in when he was eventually allowed to go home. He had been so lost in the heat of the moment that he hadn't thought about any of the possible consequences. Well…At least England hadn't had to hear America reject him. Now, if he could just find a way to avoid America for the rest of his possibly infinite life then he might be able to get over it…

Except it wasn't that simple. England realised this as he walked towards the world summit. How had he not seen this coming? Of course he'd have to see him again at the world meeting.

His arm was still in a sling, and he tugged at the fabric anxiously. Although his arm was much better than when he had first woken up in the hospital, it still hurt if England moved it too much. The doctor had told him that it should be fully healed in just about a week. Maybe he could skip the meeting, saying he still needed time to recover…He'd be able to avoid America, at least for another day.

No…No, that would be weak. And England was anything but weak. He straightened his back, trying to look as confident and determined as possible as he walked through the hallway. It would still be a little while before the meeting, and different countries were standing in the hall, talking to each other to relieve themselves of boredom. England moved past them, attracting a few questioning glances from the ones who had not heard of his accident when they saw his arm.

England made sure his expression was neutral. He was going to face America. It wasn't like he had to actually talk to the younger nation; all he had to do was show him that he had no problem with his heart being torn out again. He didn't need America to return his feelings, and he was going to prove it. No matter what America's reaction to seeing him would be, be it jeering or disgust, England was going to act like a proper gentlemen and demonstrate just how little it meant to him. He was-!

A painfully familiar and loud laugh cut through England's determined thoughts, drawing his attention to the source. America was standing just a little bit away from him, laughing about something with South Korea. Neither of them had noticed the frozen British nation.

England stared at them for a few more seconds, numbly calculating different options in his mind. He turned. With the same neutral expression, England walked back the way he came, a lot faster than before. What had he been thinking? There was absolutely no way he'd be able to face America. Forget acting like a gentleman, he was going home!

I'll just get one of my brothers to fill in for me, he told himself, moving towards the lift in an attempt to escape. Simple. I'll just say that I felt ill and decided to go home. That's all I have to do-,

"Oh, England?" America surprised voice could be heard and England stiffened. "H-hey! England! Wait, I need to talk to you!"

Oh, hellhellhellhellhellhellhell -

It was at that moment that England forgot all about trying to pretend that he didn't care and broke into a run.

"E-England, wait!"

He continued running, and scrambled into the elevator. A few nations and some normal humans looked at him strangely, wondering why the Brit had looked so relieved when the door closed and practically collapsed on the back wall.

The lift began to descend slowly, losing more and more passengers each time it stopped. England was completely alone by the time the bottom was reached. But he didn't relax, and made no attempt at moving as the doors slowly opened with. People walked past the elevator, no one making a move to use it.

England poked his head out of the metal box, scanning the area. He chuckled nervously. What had he been expecting? That America would try to follow him? Yeah, right...

The doors that lead to freedom were in sight. All he had to do was walk towards them as casually as possible, and he'd be able to leave with most of his dignity intact.

But if England hadn't learnt the first time, he definitely had to realise now that things could never be that easy. He could suddenly see the last person he would have wanted to in the hall. Although he wasn't standing too close to him, searching the area, the other was blocking England's chosen escape route.

Their eyes met, and England could clearly feel his blood freeze.

In one final act of desperation, England firmly pressed the button that would send the lift to the very top floor. But it was too late, and England was tackled suddenly, arms wrapping around him just as the doors slid shut, trapping the two of them.

"…E…England…" America managed to say, slowly releasing the British nation. "…Why…Why did you…run…?" He was breathing heavily, as if he had been running.

England looked away, finding a sudden interest in his shoes. His back pressed against the wall, and he knew that there was no chance that he'd be able to escape. But why had America chased after him? It didn't make any sense…

The song that had been playing inside the elevator ended and 'Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head' replaced it. England scowled. There was no way he could concentrate with that stupid song interrupting his thoughts.

"England," America said once his breath had returned. "You…Before you passed out and fell down the stairs…y-you said you loved me."

England tensed, keeping his gaze firmly fixed onto the ground. He didn't want to see America's expression.

"D…Do you? Do you really…?"

Wait…This was his chance. He could just say that his confession had been the result of some fevered delusion. They could forget about this whole thing and get on with their lives, and…and…

"Yes," England said. "I…I really do. I don't know how long I've felt like this, but…" His face was flushing a deep red, and England moved his head lower, feeling humiliated. But, despite this, England felt a faint smile form. "But…I really do love you, America."

For the next few seconds, nothing was said. They had long since reached the top floor, and the doors had opened invitingly, but England didn't see the point in running anymore. The only sounds that could be heard were voices from downstairs, and the singing of, 'raindrops keep falling on my head. But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red~.'

England frowned, quickly growing irritated. "I-if you're going to laugh, then just get it over with," he said bitterly. The nightmares he had been having were suddenly fresh in his mind again.

Again, there was no reply. England could hear a small intake of breath, as if America was about to speak, but England cut him off. "A-and if you're not going to laugh, then I don't want your pity either!" he blurted, not looking up. "I…I don't care if you hate me, and if you never want to see me again because of this, but…I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I'm actually glad that I was able to feel this way about someone. I might have been extremely reluctant to admit it when I first realised, but I'm happy. I managed to tell you how I felt, even though you don't feel the same-!"

England's little speech was interrupted suddenly. America had forced England's face up, and their lips were jammed together. For what felt like hours but could have only been a few seconds, England was too stunned to move. His mind was having trouble comprehending what was happening. America…was kissing him. Nope, it still didn't make any sense.

Something finally started working inside his frozen mind. England pushed America away suddenly, breaking the kiss apart and blushing furiously.

"Y-y-y-you! W-what? What? W-w-why did-? Why would-?" that was pretty much all England could say, having trouble forming a proper sentence.

America was having a similar problem. "I-I-I was-! I-I was just-! You said that you…you…! So I thought-!" England didn't look away this time, and could see the other nation's red face.

The two of them continued to babble nothing, repeating themselves over and over again. Eventually England managed to yell, "what the hell? Why the hell did you do that?"

"I…" America recovered soon after England. "You said you loved me! And…And then you were saying all of these stupid things, so I thought that I-!"

"'Stupid?' How, exactly, was any of that 'stupid'? I was pouring my heart out to you, idiot!"

"It was stupid! I…I would never laugh at something like that, because…because I-!" America sighed and said in one quick breath, "I-Iloveyoutoo!"

"…You're just going to laugh and say it was a joke again, right?"

America seemed thrown back by this response. "N-no, I-! T-that was only because, I-!" America paused, trying to pick his words carefully. He looked away. "That time before…I said it by accident. I-I didn't mean to tell you, it just came out. I…I really do feel that way but…You weren't saying anything, so I got worried…I-I thought that things might get awkward between us and you'd start avoiding me…So I tried playing it off as a joke…" He rubbed the back of his head uncomfortably. "It…kind of did the opposite to what I wanted though…" America smiled. "But, England, I…I've actually loved you for a long time…"

"You…" England frowned. He was finding it hard to believe. America loved him too. He… "Wait a minute! America, it's been two weeks since…since that! I-if you really felt the same way, then why didn't you say anything until now? You didn't even bother to visit me in the hospital!"

"A-ah! I can explain that!" America held up his hands in a sort of defence. "Y-you see…Remember when…when I had to sleep in the same bed as you while you were sick?" America's face seemed to have invented a new shade of red.

"Yes…?"

"Yeah, well, you see…" America laughed awkwardly. "I kind of caught your flu."

England's expression deadpanned. "…You're kidding."

"I wish I was…And after I started feeling better, I…I didn't know what to do. I told myself I would talk to you about the whole confession thing at the world meeting, but then you ran away…" America looked at England carefully, a new thought occurring to him. "So…What now?"

"What do you mean, 'what now'?"

"Well…We both like each other. Does…" England wondered if his own face was as red as America's. "Does this mean we're…g-going out?" Nope. With that last sentence, England's face was definitely much more red than America's.

"I-I suppose, if you want to…" England shuffled his feet awkwardly. The two English speaking nations, who were both hundreds of years old, were acting like young teenagers asking out their crush for the first time.

"I do, I-I do…" A stupid grin was quickly forming on America's face, but it faltered with another question that came to mind. "So…Should we kiss?"

England's face was borderline purple. "You've already kissed me."

"Yeah, but pushed me away. And then we were practically arguing after that… I just figured it'd be, you know, nice, or something…" America leaned forward slightly and England rolled his eyes.

"Oh, for God's sake…" This time it was England who closed the distance between their lips, a little more gently than America had before. America was surprised by this at first, but quickly got over the initial shock and began kissing back.

Neither of them noticed the sudden and quick flash light of from the hallway

"Oh, Japon…" France resisted the urge to laugh at the sight of the camera in Japan's hands.

Japan smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. Hungary-san gets upset with me if I witness yaoi moments and don't take pictures to show her later…"

France tutted good-naturedly He turned his attention back to the two in the lift. "I was worried at first, but it seems like everything solved itself. Honestly, we didn't really have to do much."

"Yes…" A mischievous glint formed in Japan's eyes. "Say, France-san, since it seems like we're not needed here, do you want to focus on getting a few other countries together?" A piece of paper was pulled out of Japan's pocket, containing a list of different pairings.

France did laugh this time. "Of course, of course! Did you really have to ask?" They chuckled together, checking the first two names on the list and moving down the hall, away from the other two countries who had only just pulled away from their kiss.

And that was how all four nations forgot about the world meeting completely. A fuming mad Germany later realised that they weren't there, and searched the building from top to bottom, hunting them down. He quickly found them, and began to march them back to the meeting room. He didn't notice that America and England were holding hands, or that America's teasing and England's insults suddenly seemed more well received by the other. (This was noticed by Japan and France, though, and they pointed this out to each other gleefully.)

England's face was still tinged pink. What were they going to say? Were they going to tell the world about their new relationship? Or keep it a secret?

"Hey, England?" America stopped, looking at the smaller nation curiously. "You're…not having second thoughts about this whole relationship thing, are you?"

England raised an eyebrow. "You might be the biggest idiot I know, but I'm not that tired of you just yet."

"Good," America grinned. "'Cause…I've liked you for a long time. Even if I've not always made it clear. And…I'm not going to let you go so easily now." It looked like America was about to pull England into a hug, just to prove his point. But then…

"Hey! You two! Keep moving!" Germany bellowed, making England and America jump. They began walking forward again, both blushing slightly.

And even after that, their hands were still gripping the other's tightly. It looked like nothing could pull them apart.


Okay, that's it, everyone! This was the last chapter! :D I'm sorry if this was terrible, but I've never written anything so…fluffy before. I ever even written a kiss scene before this XD But I hope this was okay for a first attempt ^_^ And now, I have one less story to work on, YAY XD I'm sorry if anyone was OOC, but as said before, this is my first try with romantic fluff XD Anyway, please review and tell me what you think ^_^