CanadaXAmerica and EnglandXFrance: Beach Day

The room was livelier and noisier than ever before. It was bustling with people in all sorts of clothing. Some were sitting and quietly talking among others, some were standing while making wild gestures and threats to prove their point, and then there were the few who had resorted to physical violence to resolve their argument.
Not that this was surprising to anyone. These were the counties, and whenever they were together there was some sort of disagreement. Sometimes these talks led to wars, and others managed to solve a large crisis among their homes.
Why are we here though? Canada pondered thoughtfully. This wasn't one of the few days where all the countries were required to meet. And the only other times that they were all forced to see each other at once was…during an emergency meeting.
Canada glanced around, quietly studying everyone in the room. Of them all, he was the only one who hadn't spoken nor gotten up from his seat. Instead, he sat there with his small polar bear Kumajiro in his arms, unnoticed by the others. As usual.
A frown flickered across his face. Nothing seemed out of the usual, except that everyone appeared to be more grumpy then usual from this last-minute call. No one seemed to be crying about some horrible incident, and everyone was accounted for.
So why was everyone here?
"Everyone!" boomed a loud, highly accented voice. Canada wasn't at all startled to see everyone quiet at once and sit back in their seats to look down at the bottom of the table at a tall man with slicked back blonde hair glaring at everyone. Canada gave an inward sigh of relief. Germany was always the one to get right to the point, and was the only person loud enough to shut up.
Blue eyes flickered over everyone. "No one talk," he says calmly, no longer yelling but his voice still clearly heard by everyone. "As you all know, this meeting was called at the last moment. This does not count as one of 'those' days." There was a loud groan among the crowd and a few heads thunked onto the table.
"We were called here on what is obviously an urgent matter," Germany continues, "And so without delay, let us listen to why America has called this emergency meeting."
Canada stiffened, arms tightening around Kumajiro. America called this meeting? he thought, and soon he was trying to keep the worry off his face. His brother hadn't called or said anything about being in trouble to Canada. In fact, Canada hadn't heard from him for almost two months since he went to visit Englaned.
He could see England sitting across the table, bushy eyebrows pulled together in a frown. Silently he willed England to look at him before remembering with a touch of anger that of course England wouldn't look his way. Canada was invisible to everyone, a mere shadow following in Americas footsteps.
For a moment, Canada felt almost happy that America was having difficulties. He hated that everyone didn't see him, and when they did they thought he was his brother. What was Canada to do?
No, Canada thought with a pang of guilt, you should never wish that on anyone. Not a stranger, not your brother and especially not the one person you loved. Yes, despite how idiotic America could be, despite being Americas shadow and despite being Americas brother…Canada was in love with him.
And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop loving him.
"Hey everyone!"
Canada's head whipped back toward Germany to see America standing beside him, red faced and breathless. Everyone stared at America with their mouths open before there were a few quick outbursts.
Canada's eyes quickly assessed him for damage and was relieved to find none, before realizing what exactly his brother was wearing. "America…" he whispered, shaking his head slightly even as his face went pink.
America stood there with his hands on his hips, wearing nothing but his glasses and swim trunks. There was no tie, no shirt, no coat or pants. There wasn't even any shoes. And he was grinning at us like a hyena.
"Thanks for coming, everyone," he says loudly, though his voice small in comparison. Everyone continued to stare at him, some with lingering shock and others with disapproval. "Yes, I called this emergency meeting, but you'll be pleased to know there was no emergency." America gave everyone  a thumbs up.
There was a desperate urge to hit him and wipe that stupid grin off his face in Canada. Although Canada would never really do it, he couldn't help but be upset after being so worried about his brother. And as he glanced around the room, he could see others felt the same need to hit America or worse.
"You mean…" China started slowly, his head bowed with his hair shielding the view from his face. "There was no emergency…."
"Yup," America laughed.
"You mean I'm here wasting my time with all you losers when I could be at home?" gasped France, shoulders shaking and face dark.
America nodded. "That's right!"
Canada felt a new anxiety. It was one thing to have a few of the countries angry with you, but to have all of them would be an utter disaster.
Greece spoke up, his expression the same as ever. "I stopped brushing my beautiful kitty cats thinking I had to be there?" America nodded again, looking pleased with himself.
After a moment, Greece said simply, "Lets kill him."
There was a loud cheer of agreement from the other nations and they all rose from they're seats.
"W-w-wait!" Canada stammered, beginning to rise from his seat in horror. His voice was too quiet for anyone to hear, and even Kumajiro was not heard when he growled cutely. Canada wasn't about to let them hurt his brother!
Germany's loud voice echoed throughout the room, stopping the mob in their paths. "Now just wait a minute! Sit down and listen to the fool for a moment before ripping out his arms," he shouted, although I could see him giving America dirty looks too.
Slowly everyone got back into their seats, but each one of them gave America an annoyed or hostile glare.
Canada too sat in his seat, mystified.
"Thank you," America said to Germany, than turned to everyone. "Listen, there is only one reason why I called you all out here."
The room was silent.
"I say, everyone get on their bathing suits. We're having a beach party."

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                                                                     -England-     
This is how he'd ended up on a beach somewhere in America, wearing swim trunks and a white T-shirt among all the other countries. And he had to admit…it wasn't half bad. There were no arguments, unless it was a playful dispute about who won a volleyball game or who won the sand castle building contest.
England thought this was actually a pretty good idea.
"Isn't this fun?" Hungary sighed, sitting down beside her husband Austria. England sat on the other side of Austria on a towel, and watched as she pulled her long brown hair into a ponytail.
Austria smiled at her, pushing his glasses further up his nose. "It is nice to have a little fun once in a while, isn't it?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against his side. She smiled and lay her head on Austria's shoulder before trying to begin a conversation with England.
Except England hardly heard a word she said.
England couldn't help but feel jealous of the obvious love they shared for each other. In truth, all England wanted was to settle down with someone at this point. Yes, he unfortunately knew whom it was he wanted to be with, but he believed there to be no possible way that they'd ever be together.
"England? Are you listening to me?" Hungary's voice snapped him out of his train of thought and he gave her a rueful smile. A pout played upon her face, and Austria had one eyebrow delicately raised at him.
"I apologize, Hungary. It seems that it's impossible for me to think straight if I haven't had at least three cups of tea," he said honestly, although he knew that he was far past his third cup. Any more and he might burst like a balloon!
With a sweet smile Hungary reached over, patted his hand comfortingly and winked one of her lovely green eyes at him. "Don't worry, England! I understand. You'll find the right one soon," she said, her voice low enough so that only she, Austria and England could hear her.
England felt his face go crimson. Was he that easy to read?
"Ooooh ENGLAND!"
Before England could turn to see who'd called his name, he was hit hard. The volleyball smashed into his face, knocking him backwards as it rolled off. There was a gasp and Hungary swearing whole-heartedly at the culprit, although Englands head was too jumbled for him to understand it.
"England, are you….got hit pretty…doesn't look so well," said the voice faintly. England tried to get his thoughts together. The voice was familiar, and he felt if he could just open his eyes then maybe…
England's eyes opened to find himself staring into a beautiful pair of blue ones. Warm lips were pressed against his, and the strands of light gold hair felt soft against his face. England felt himself melt into it, caught between the warmth of the others mouth, his sweet fragrance and the fact that he was kissing whom he loved most in the world…
Then realization hit him.
He jerked away, pushing hard against the other mans chest. "France!" he gasped, his voice almost strangled. And before he realized it, his hand shot out and made contact with France's cheek and France's face jerked to the side.
"England!" he heard Hungary gasp softly. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Austria holding Hungary back from intervening, murmuring comfortingly to her while keeping his own eyes on the two. Some of the other countries had stopped and begun to stare at them but England didn't care.
England's breath was coming out in small gasps, and he stared at the red mark on the side of Frances face. Slowly, France looked back at him. Although his hair now covered most of his face, England could see France's eyes shining with the tears he was holding back. England's hand stung and he was feeling worse by the second.
"France…" he said softly, blinking at him.
With a deep breath, France managed to smile slightly. "Sorry. The ball…Belarus served and…I didn't…I'm sorry," he said again quickly, rising from where he'd been kneeling. England had never seen such sadness in France's eyes before.
All England wanted to do now was say sorry and hold him. "France…" he murmured, reaching a hand out to him.
France quickly flinched back and covered his face in a mask of emotionlessness. "Sorry," he said again, voice monotone, and hurried off.
England just stared after him. Honestly, he wasn't quite sure what had actually happened. All he knew is that he'd hurt France, and he hadn't meant to.
"Are you okay, England?" Austria said quietly, touching his shoulder gently.
England blinked once, twice and then finally looked at Austria. "Yah…I'm great. I just…I need to think." Without another word, he walked off. Neither Austria nor Hungary followed him, they only exchanged worried glances and finally lay back on their towels.
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                   -Canada-   
Canada watched as Kumajiro played in the waves with China's little panda bear. They tumbled together, batting at each other with their paws and roaring playfully. Canada couldn't help but think it was absolutely adorable.
He sat there in the sand in white swim trunks with a red Canadian flag on it, to signify his country. Not that anyone would pay attention.
Canada's feet were left touching the smallest waves, and he enjoyed the cold water against his skin. He didn't mind sitting there alone. After all, he was always alone if you didn't count Kumajiro.
He was startled by a movement in the corner of his eye and squeaked his surprised, seeing America sit down beside him. Shock was evident on his face and he continued to stare at him brother.
"Hey, little brother," America grinned, handing Canada a chocolate ice cream drizzling with maple syrup. "Better eat it before it melts." He winked at Canada and watched as Canada's face went pink as he licked his own ice cream, which was vanilla and chocolate swirl.
"T-thank you," he mumbled and began to lick the ice cream, enjoying the sweetness of the maple syrup mixed with the cold of the ice cream. Canada couldn't help but keep glancing at his brother, curious as to what could possibly make his brother do this.
For a while they ate in an awkward and uncomfortable silence.
America finished his ice cream. "Well, I'm guessing 20 gay babies were just born," he said with a cheerful thoughtfulness.
"What?" Canada blinked, looking confused.
America glanced at him and grinned. "Nothin'. Just something one of my friends told me once," he said, and wrapped his arm around Canadas shoulders. "So, you enjoying yourself?"
Canada's face was bright pink again and it was hard for him to answer with America at such close proximity. "i-i-i-yes," he stammered, looking down at his feet. If Canada hadn't looked down, he knew he'd be staring at America's mouth, which he so badly wished he could kiss.
There was silence for a while longer.
"Hey Canada?" America said in a low voice.
Blinking, Canada looked up at him. "Yes?" Was his brother about to scold him for staring before?
Suddenly, Canada felt himself pulled forward. Gasping, he tried to find balance, but instead found support against the warm body of his brother. Quickly he realized America had pulled Canada onto his lap.
"America-" Canada was cut off by Americas lips against his own. Americas hand cupped Canada's chin, holding his face there securely. Not a moment later had Canada wrapped his arms around Americas neck and started kissing him back with equal passion.
Both crashed down into the waves, whatever that was going to be said before long forgotten. Their kisses were feverish as they held each other, neither trying nor wanting to stop.
Finally, Canada pulled back a bit. "Whats wrong?" America asked worried, his eyes slightly hazy.
Canada smiled slightly. "Nothing. I just wanted to say…I love you." And he kissed him again deeply.
"I love you," America mumbled against Canadas mouth, and neither paid attention to anything around them, now that all they needed was eachother.
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         -England-          
No matter where he searched, he couldn't seem to find France. France seemed to have just…disappeared.
England continued to look for him and ask people if they'd seen a blonde pervert anywhere nearby. Sadly, they all shook their heads and said they hadn't seen any people like that since hours before.
"Where are you, you bloody git?!" England growled, prowling for him.
England was desperate to find him and tell him he was sorry. He really hadn't meant to hit him! Its just…he hadn't expected it and to have France kiss him...well, with Frances reputation it was probably as fake as his ego.
"Hey England!" chirped Italy, smiling big. Italy was piggy-backing Germany, who's hair was messy. Surprisingly, Germany was quite muscular and extremely attractive. If England didn't have a thing for little blonde weirdo's, he's have gone for Mr. Big-And-Hot a while ago.
"I don't have time, Italy," he said with annoyance, immediately looking around for France again.
"Whatcha searching for?" he laughed, messing Germany's hair up further. Germany didn't seem to mind, but looked up at Italy with an almost fond adoration.
England sighed. "France, unfortunately. You wouldn't have happened to see him, would you?" England asked, a tinge of hope in his voice.
Germany and Italy both looked thoughtful.
"Oh! We saw him further down the beach by the rock wall," Germany said, pointing in the direction to the west. If England looked closely, he could see a rock wall further down, just under the setting sun.
"Thank you," he said, and started in the direction at a brisk jog.
It took him five minutes in total to get there, despite the distance. Thank the Devil that France had taunted me into working out, England thought with a sigh of relief.
And soon, he could see the outline of France standing in the waves up to his knees. France was faced out, staring out over the oceans with a soft expression and his arms crossed.
"France!" England said, almost angrily and ran toward him at full speed.
France turned, startled. "England…?" France was bowled over and both crashed into the water. It came up to France's shoulders, and droplets of water fell him his hair.
England was straddling France, glaring at him fiercely. "You…you…you stupid git!" he yelled, and kissed France hard. England's eyes were closed tightly now, and his hands were balled in France's hair. If France rejected him now, he didn't know if he could stand it.
So he was pleasantly relieved when he felt the other respond. Arms wrapped around Englands waist, pulling him closing. The heat from France was enough to make Englands face go red.
"I'm sorry," England gasped finally, when neither could go another minute without air.
France laughed breathly. "Sorry for what?" he trailed kissed down England's jaw, to the pulse at Englands throat.
"F-for hitting you. I didn't…I didn't mean to…" As France's lips slowly moved lower, England was starting to have problems thinking straight.
"I know," France murmured. "Its fine. And England?" he asked, cupping Englands chin.
England looked into the blue eyes that reflected the love he felt.
"I love you."
"I love you too," he whispered, and both were lost in the others passion.