Canada's POV:

"W- what the--" I gasped quietly as America leaned towards me; closer and closer until I could smell the slightly unsettling scent of burgers and milkshake that seemed to eternally linger in his breath. I wasn't quite sure what to expect in this moment, so all I could do was prepare for, well, anything! Instinctively, I shut my eyes tightly. When nothing happened, I cautiously opened them back up to see America centimeters away from my face, and he was grinning from ear to ear.

"See?" America sneered. "You must like me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be this red."

I couldn't quite find the right words to say to this, as I was more shocked than anything.

"Y- you... just now... uh... I- I'm really confused..." I mumbled, trying not to let my gaze meet America's. "Why would you do something like that.. o- obviously I'm flustered, anyone would be -- that doesn't mean I l- like you."

"Oh," America said. He leaned his head towards mine again, however this time, his lips came into contact with mine. Not just for a brief second, but it seemed to last for a minute at least.

"Mmh!!" My eyes widened and I froze in place. I knew that things like this were wrong, but there was a small part of me that didn't want it to stop. And currently, that tiny, perverted part of my mind was screaming orders at me, telling me what to do next. It was telling me to close my eyes and let whatever happens, happen. And after a lot of resistance on my part, I caved in, closing my eyes and indulging in the kiss. When I began kissing back, I felt America tense up a bit, most likely from surprise, but then his body relaxed again. The kiss deepened to the point where I couldn't tell who's mouth was who's. It only stopped when there was a knock on the door, and Father France entered the room.

I panicked and pushed America off of him with as much force as I could muster. He hit the floor harder than I expected, and grunted quietly from the pain in sure he felt.

America's POV:

Fuck that hurt...

"W- what is going on in here? What on Earth were you two doing?" I just noticed that France had entered entered the room with a pile of our clean laundry in his arms.

"Hm? Oh, nothing. Just testing a theory of mine," I said and stood up. I took the stack of clothes from France's hands and started putting them away for him.

"Canada.. what happened?" France apparently couldn't take my word for what was going on, so he turned his attention to Canada. Curious, I also glanced back at him.

His face was redder than the Canadian flag and his lip was quivering slightly. I wasn't sure if I would describe the look as fear or arousal, making it a bit difficult to confirm if he really liked me or not.

"We, uh... we were just... you know... yeah," Canada wasn't saying anything that made sense; speaking in sentence fragments. France's expression contorted with both worry and confusion and he turned towards me.

"How about you sleep in another room for tonight, America?"

"Eh? Why?" I asked.

"I just.. think it's a good idea for now. Give your brother some time to himself. You could even sleep in bed with your mother and I, like you used to," Father offered.

The Next Day

France's POV:

After driving the kids to school, I decided to sit England down and tell him what I had seen the night before. I brewed him a pot of tea and sat at the dining table.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" He asked, taking a delicate sip of his drink.

"It's about the kids..." I started, unsure of how to explain. "I think that they're... experimenting... in ways that they probably shouldn't be. Last night, I walked in on them... er... locking lips... I'm not exactly sure what to do."

After hearing my news, England looked sick to his stomach. He put his tea cup down on his saucer with a clank and stood up from his seat dignifyingly.

"You saw this and did nothing to stop it at the time?!" He spat angrily. "What kind of parent are you?!"

"D- dear..."

"Don't speak to me in that tone! You're an excuse of a man! I knew it... if I want anything done right, I have to do it myself! As a true English gentlemen, I will handle this is a stern yet sophisticated matter!" England spun on his heels and left the room bringing his gloomy aura with him. I sat back and sighed quietly. Somehow, I felt like this was going to be more trouble than its worth...

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Such foreshadowing, much wow. I don't know if this was any good, so let me know what you think, and if you like where this is going plez. Baiii~