The disappearance of the prince was noticed by almost everyone in the party but no one really cared to searched for him since all of them were aware of America's rebellious personality.

Everyone heard the fight between he and his dad so no one inquired further into it.

The next morning when America was about to leave with his dad, brother and guard he seemed like his usual arrogant and cheerful self.

As they all got into the carriage Britain snuck a glance at his son before speaking, "I believe my behavior yesterday was not appropriate, I shouldn't have shouted at you, sorry."

"Huh? Oh yeah its totally fine!" America cheerfully replied. Canada watched his brother in confusion, 'he's in an oddly good mood, usually he'd start mocking dad's apology...'

Russia quietly stared out the window half lidded, he seemed to be distracted. Canada was known to be a very cautious prince so it's only natural that he'd take minor details into account.

Canada eyed them suspiciously, "Where do you two go last night after you left?"

"We just walked around the garden."

As they were just about to leave suddenly they heard knocks on their carriage door. "I'll get it," America reached out to open the door.

In the doorway stood Japan with a red tulip, or in Japanese it's called akaichuripu. Next to Japan was her mother, a very beautiful lady with a fairly slender body. They both looked very alike when standing side by side.

Japan handed the rose over to the American, "for you," she said with a smile. America just nodded, "thanks, I'll give you a flower too when you come over to visit."

He then shut the door and plopped back down on his seat, carelessly tossing the rose to the Russian. "And now it's yours," America gave him a cocky smile. "Now don't be like that Japan gave you that rose, you could've at least held on to it."

The carriage started to move, "I'm just giving it to Russia to keep it for me while we're in the carriage," America chuckled. He was pretty certain that Japan was probably forced to do that by her mom. He really shouldn't say that in front of his dad though.

Out of the corner of the prince's eye he saw the Russian massage his temples with a pissed off face and furrowed eyebrows.

...

The day after they got back to Britannia the American woke up bright and early. When he opened the door he expected Russia's usual stern face which was oddly calming to him. But was instead greeted with another guard.

"Where's Russia?" He raised an eyebrow. "Russia is currently sick, so I'm his replacement for today, he did try to resist and insisted that he was fine but Ukraine kicked him back into bed," the guard explained.

'Ah shit was it because I insisted we walked drenching wet in the rain?' America silently cursed in his head.

"Can you show me to his room?" America suddenly said after a long moment of silence where he cursed himself in his head featuring statements like - 'why did I even want him to hold my hand?' 'This is my fault if only I was thinking straight' 'is he going to be mad at me? He probably is...' and so on.

The guard was surprised, "oh uh sure? Don't you have your prince things to do though?"

"I can always just skip, after all Russia is more important."

...

The Russian laid there in bed with an aching headache, he really couldn't think properly right now.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door but before he even said anything the door slowly cracked open. "Prince what are you doing here?" He lazily moves his eyes to look at the American.

"I'm here to um... take care of you..."

"Because I feel like it was partly my fault for being a stupid ass and forcing you to walk in the rain with me."

"Heh don't worry about it I enjoyed walking in the rain with you," the Russian replied but the American was the only one who knew Russia the most and the tone was one Russia never spoke in.

America walked closer and plopped down on the side of the bed. He placed the back of his palm on his guards's forehead only to immediately jerk his hand back. "Damn that's one hell of a fever you have there, even your face is red."

Russia immediately held America's hand in both his hands. He then proceeded to move their hands and plop the american's hand on his head. He wasn't wearing his ushanka right now, it was placed neatly on the desk in the corner of the room.

"Um... what was that for?" America moved his hand away again. But every time he did Russia would grab America's hand and place it on his head again. Each time his face grew more and more pissed.

"Do you want me to pat your head?" America said jokingly as he let out a series of laughter. But to his surprise the Russian actually nodded.

America took a few seconds to process it. "Are you drunk?" He finally spoke. Russia didn't answer, "So because you can't get drunk by alcohol but to you getting sick is the equivalent of getting drunk..."

"I see I see, you did see me drunk before so take this as payback," a mischievous smile grew on his face.

But before America was going to do anything to the sick drunk Russian he decided to actually treat him first. America grabbed a piece of cloth and a basin, he soaked it and placed it on the Russians forehead and smiled.

"So now to the fun parts, Russia if you promise me to answer honestly I'll pat your head as much as you want!"

The Russian nodded slowly, "Are you mad at me for getting you sick?"

Russia shook his head.

'So cute!' The American screamed and laughed internally. 'I never get to see this side of him,'

"What do you think of my dad?"

"Huh..." indifference.

"How about Japan?"

"Hmph!" Annoyed.

"How about Ukraine?"

"Like a mom..."

"How about Germany?"

"Mhm brother!"

"Heh how about me?"

America pointed at himself.

"Mine"

"Eh?"

"Mi-ne"

The American jolted off the bed, Russia cocked his head at him and watched him with confused eyes. He sat up, the cloth on his forehead fell down. "Are you sick too? your face is red..." The Russian asked innocently and extended his hand to measure the temperature of America's forehead.

"No no no I'm fine I'm totally fine, I have to go now I'm sure my dad will yell at me if I stay here too long BYE BYE!" America practically bolted out the door. After getting to his room he was tired, his heart felt like bursting out of his chest. He could feel the heat rise to his face.

'I'm pretty sure he meant it as me being his prince since he's in charge of me but..'

The American paced around his room in a panicked manner. Then came to the realization.

"Shit, I like him don't I?"

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OH SHIT IT HAPPENED GUYS

Also this chapter was inspired by something, if you know then you know, don't speak about it to the people who don't because why not

Notes : 1 spell check