So here we are. The big one. The last one. I want to thank each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart; you guys are the reason I kept this going so cheers to all the good times we have shared together along with England, America, France, Japan, Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales! Let's go out with a bang, shall we?

One last time, ENJOY!

Sixty: Finally


"Ok, really, what the hell was that?"

Six nations stared at America's computer screen, all different emotions etched across their faces.

Japan was chuckling quietly, overjoyed by the thought that it was he who originally found this piece of gold. France, Northern Ireland, Scotland and Wales were trying desperately not to burst out laughing. And England and America were, well basically, pretty fucking shell-shocked.

"God, I love my writers. My people really should be more involved in this kind of thing."

"'This kind of thing?' What is 'this kind of thing' exactly, Northern Ireland?" England managed to bark out, still staring at the computer screen.

"FanFiction, clearly. And from the reviews she has, a lot people agree with her. It seems many people want to see you two hooking up."

America and England turned on the spot to glare at Northern Ireland furiously, while she just laughed.

"Anyway, regardless, she has mentioned other people too, which I have looked up, cos, y'know, she's Northern Irish, so anything she says has to be right, right? I particularly like that English author she's friends with…Coins something and that one who wrote that hilarious FanFiction about things that you two do after meetings, but you're not actually doing anything. Genius."

England turned scarlet and looked away while America simply stared blankly back at her.

"Um, Emily-chan? Is there any chance you could give me the names of all those stories?"

Northern Ireland grinned at Japan and started reciting a very long list of stories that she found extremely amusing.

"Well…this is unexpected." France sniggered, knowingly.

"Yeah, I mean, you two? No offence but you're at each other's throats all the time." Wales commented.

"But that's the point isn't it? That their arguing is just a cover-up so they don't show each other how they really feel." Scotland remarked.

"ENOUGH!" England yelled, "This," He said, pointing a shaky finger at the computer screen, "is all just made-up rubbish. There is nothing going on between America and I, right idiot?"

England shifted his gaze to the superpower who was hunched over the screen, clicking madly.

"What are you doing?" England hissed.

"Adding this story to my favourites."

England's jaw dropped.

"B-b-but, why?"

America gave an impassive shrug. "I liked it." He then looked up at green-eyed nation and said seriously, "Oh, and England? Just give it up."

Popcorn magically appeared out of nowhere and the other five nations in the room were watching, enraptured.

"W-what?"

"Oh please. All this, 'it's just made-up stuff'? You and I both know that's not true. That Northern Irish chick has you pegged. You're just scared because you love me."

England felt heat creeping up his neck and he knew he was blushing like a high-school teenager.

"See?" America observed, his lips twitching slightly, "You can't even deny it and you're blushing. So why don't we both just give it a rest and admit it?"

"Get your camera out now, Japan!" Northern Ireland whispered from behind them.

England tried to stop the words bursting from his mouth but he seemed to have no control over his body. "Admit what?"

America rolled his eyes skyward, closed the space between the two of them and kissed England.

Chaos ensured.

"OH MY GOD, JAPAN. CLICK FASTER! YOU'VE ONLY GOT TWENTY PICTURES!"

"Oh my, America-san, how daring of you."

"Moi? I knew all along."

"Yay! Happy endings! I think I need to go and say something to New Zealand…"

"Ugh, sheesh, get a room…"

America chuckled and drew back, and then had to restrain himself from kissing England senseless again. His face was flushed, his eyes drowsy and half-lidded and his hair was ruffled.

"America?" He mumbled.

"Go on then- admit that you love me."

England glared. "Go fuck yourself."

America laughed. "Yeah, I love you too."

And with that, America once again closed the space between the two of them and brought his lips swiftly down on England's.


D'awwww….just a wee crack/fluffly ending as I had always planned it! So guys, I guess that is it. I don't know what I'm going to be up to next, but author alert me and I'll let you know. Thanks for everything guys! I owe you a lot! Love yas, LucyMoon1992 x