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Belch! "Man, those burgers were good!"

"Yes, I suppose." France said, smiling at America.

"Dude, why are you staring at me like that?" America sat up in his chair.

France laughed. "I'm just remembering how little you were. It seems like only yesterday Britain and I found you."

America smiled. "Yeah, well, I'm all grown up now."

France nodded. "Yes, you are. So," He sat, Indian style, turning to America. "Has anyone caught your eye? Honhonhonhon."

"Huh?" America was too distracted by trying to open a Hershey bar.

"No lover to share kissed with? No one to fill those lonely night with sweet love?"

America blushed and looked away. "I mean, there might be someone..."

France smiled. "Ooh! Do tell me. You know you can trust me." He batted his eyelashes.

America laughed nervously, playing with the wrapper.

France, noticing this, leaned forward and took the chocolate. He unwrapped it completely and broke off a piece for America. As he handed it to America he said, "Do not worry. Big brother France will never judge you." He stared at him for a moment before asking. "Is it Russia?"

That caught the American's attention. "What? Dude, no! What's wrong with you?"

France just ate some chocolate and waited.

America blushed a deep red and hid his face behind a cushion before mumbling, "Ngand..."

"Huh? It sounded like you said..."

"I like England, okay? Not that it matters because I'll just be a stupid kid to him." He sighed and turned away from France. "You wouldn't get it."

France stared at him for a moment before scooting over to him and slid an arm over his shoulders. "It's okay, mon ami. Although...if we are talking about England, I must confess...I have also fallen for that foul-tempered idiot."

America just looked even more dismayed and face planted into the couch. "Great!"

France was confused for a moment before he realized. Chuckling, he said, "America, you do not have to worry about me. Love is not a competition."

America rolled his eyes. "That's because you never had to compete with anyone. People fall at your feet." He rolled over to look up at his ceiling. "I always had to work to get noticed by Britain and he still thinks I'm a kid."

France shook his head. "America, I don't know if you noticed but England and I don't exactly make the perfect couple."

America looked at him and nodded. "That's true..."

France smiled and ruffled his hair. "See? You have nothing to worry about...Although I do have to warn you that I probably have the best chances."

America noticed the challenge in his eyes. "Bring it on, Frenchie! England would fall in love with my heroism!"

He laughed. "Okay, America. So where is that movie you wanted to watch?"

America bounded off the sofa to grab the scary movie. "Yeah, it's awesome!" He went prattling on as France wondered if he could invite England over.

Now there's an idea, he thought as the movie began.