England's Pov:

Rumors. I stopped going on my social media accounts after realising there was nothing but lies on there; I had no time for that. I was minding my own business; delving into the bliss presented by fiction, that was until the gentle humming of my phone in my pocket shook me out of my thoughts. Ugh just what I needed more drama from a certain obnoxious nation. America was calling maybe if I ignore him he will go away. Of course, nothing goes my way and he persisted until I finally picked up the phone much to my despair.

"Yo Iggy took you long enough to answer me, old man," He had yet to disappoint, every word in that sentence infuriated me further into a state of pointless glaring; As if he could see me through the phone screen. Knowing America it wasn't unreasonable to assume he had added some sort of camera or spy equipment into the aged phone at some moment in time.

"One; don't call me that, Two; get on with it I'm busy I'll have you know." 

"Okay Okay! So a page was created by someone called Kimie-hun about you and I know you don't do technology and all..." He hesitated.

"Spit it out, boy!"

"Well the page was a collection of notes and photos and diary entries and stuff... about you and France being together and all that" The end of the line went silent a perfect mirror image of my side of the call.

"Matt I and were wondering whether you two were together. Canada is asking France right now, I mean we considered you two to be like our parents so it would make sense." America seemed to be anxiously anticipating my answer not to mention he had stopped screaming into the phone; quite unusual for him. All I could get out as a response was a pathetic 'No' not helped with the clear tremor and stumble in my voice. 

I hung up quickly burying my scarlet face in my hands. How did this get out? I'm not dating France (sure we had our history) but I feel this going horribly wrong already. To confirm my suspicion I called just in case.

"Hi Frog like to explain what you have been telling people about us" 

"Bonsoir monsieur calling me at this ungodly hour you know it is almost 1 am over here, now what is this about 'us'," I thought about flying over there to throttle him.

"You know what I am talking about! The Pierre post about our supposed relationship"

"Oh yes I know about that but I assure you that I didn't post it. Oh, and by the way, I am just around the corner I was just about to tell you when you called" That idiot why didn't he call me instead of feeding the fire and nation hopping to my house. The doorbell rang shaking me out of my thoughts, wow he really was just around the corner. I appeared in the corridor to let him inside; my mind flashed back to the 14th century surely I wouldn't have been so hospitable to him then. He gratefully entered my Queen Anne style home; rubbing the cold from his hands. We sauntered into the kitchen, Francis leaning on the counter top as I put the kettle on, hopefully, some tea would warm him. He pulled his phone from his coat pocket and flicked it on. Taking it from his hand, I scrolled down the page inwardly cringing at some of the posts. I wasn't being enticed by France like they posted and I certainly wasn't being a 'seme' (whatever that is) pirates just had less restraint than those modern-day romantics. France studied my face carefully as I looked up; Clearly noticing the embarrassment plastered on my flushed face.

"This incredulous endeavour is getting out of hand how do you suppose we stop it" He trawled on seemingly uncaring but there was that glint in his eyes that suggested otherwise.

"I don't know, maybe if I killed you the rumours will stop." My tone was bored with a slight hint of sarcasm but deep down I was considering it.

"Hmm, I have an idea that is slightly less... painful." I raised my eyebrow as if to question his plan. He strolled across the linoleum flooring towards me, placing his hands on my waist. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, I should move I thought to myself but my body refused to budge and free myself from his grip. Velvet lips brushed against mine as he kissed me softly. I was left speechless but he quickly spoke for me.

"Mon Ami if we really were dating it wouldn't be classed as rumours huh."The flash a camera sounded outside the window as three hooded people watched silently.

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hiya! I added quite a few easter eggs in this. First things first for those who didn't realise           Kimie-hun was a portmanteau of Kiku Honda, meimei and Hungary aka the fujioshi trio. 2nd the Pierre post is a reference France's bird named Pierre which some have pointed out looks like the twitter icon

ciao Bellas x