AN: I'm backkk! Sorry for the long wait!

Molossia sat on the couch as he impatiently awaited the return of America and England. They had been in America's room for the past forty minutes. The only evidence that Molossia had that they were still there was the constant yelling the two did at each other. England complaining about his broken wrist, Francis, and of course, the Molossian man sitting nervously on the couch just below them.

The tea that he had made was ready and waiting on the coffee table in a small teapot with three matching teacups beside it. The tea was still warm but if the two didn't hurry then it wouldn't be and the Brit would most likely complain about it. Yeah sure, blame Molossia when it was England's fault for taking so long in the first place.

The longer that Molossia had to wait, more nerves started to set themselves in his stomach. A pinch of guilt and a hint of excitement were eating him away. After he finished making the tea, he mad sure to slip some pills into pot while it was still hot. The pills dissolved into the pot too soon to make and second thoughts. Molossia had been sure to use the tea that England especially liked and the one that he knew America hated. English Breakfast. Plus, America was more of a coffee kind of guy.

"A-America be a good lad and help me down these stairs." Molossia heard England say. They must be at the top of the railing.

"You broke your wrist not your foot! Can't you do that on your own?" America's sweet voice flowed in Molossia's ears.

"I hurt it while defending myself from that frog! No thanks to your friend that is!" Clearly suggesting that towards Molossia. Did the Englishman know how loud his voice was? Most be where America gets it.

What England said made Molossia confused with thought. If the ambulance from before hadn't been for France, then that meant the French nation never left. Did he? The thought of the country of love somewhere loose in the house cause shivers to run up his spine. He would definitely have to check every room in the house before America and him go to sleep-

Molossia blushed at his own thoughts. Sleeping over at Americas house with AMERICA. Would he sleep in the same bed as him? Would they possibly cuddle? What if America moved fast and possibly wanted to make lo-

"The bloody hell is you so giddy about?"

Molossia immediately snapped out of it and looked up in the eyes of a serpent.

"Fuck off would ya?" he snapped back protectively.

England raised an eyebrow and scuffed at him. The look on the younger face was as clear as day a look of lust, want, America. He would have none of that. That silly micro nation daring to think of his America in that kind of manner. unforgivable!

America entered the room with a stressed look on his face. Clearly things up stairs had drained him of his energy and patience. America glanced over at Molossia who was staring and not even realizing it. The blond smiled and his stressed face softened a little with a cute pink shade filling his checks.

He was so adorable, so perfect. Molossia wanted to get up and pull the American into his arms and just kiss away at those soft baby looking cheeks till the American laughed and smiled that prize-winning smile.

"Are you sitting or not poppet?" England snapped, trying to change the twos gushy atmosphere.

America frowned and took the seat next to England on the couch who patted it none stop till blond joined him.

England smiled at the American and softly patted the boys lap in approval. Molossia frowned at that. For him touching his America and making America sit next to him.

"Oh? What do we have here?" England asked, eyes on the teapot that lay in front of him.

"It's tea." Molossia answered. His heart started to pick up as his hands twitched with nervousness.

England rolled his eyes. "Obviously… Did you make it?" he asked and actually sounded interested. He picked up the teacup already filled and closest to him.

Molossia could feel his hands suddenly getting slippery. Was he sweating?

America casted a smile at Molossia but blinked in confession when he scanned his eyes over the tan man. Something was wrong and it worried him.

"Are you feeling okay Kevin?" America asked sounding way more concerned than he did when asking England.

The old empire paused with the teacup a few inches from his lips and glared at America then to the micro nation. "Oh? First name basis now are we? It appears I missed out on something while you two where off, leaving me alone with a hairy pervert." He said trying his best to keep his voice even.

America groaned and turned on the couch to face England front on. "Arthur… We've been over this a million times up stairs. It wasn't on purpose!"

"Don't fret love, I'm blaming the desert country over there for what happened. Bringing a French man into this house just so you could steal Alfred away. None forgivable." England shushed America and turned to the Molossian.

"Listen gramps, I didn't steal no one away-"

"Really! So flinging a man over your shoulder and running of despite his protest to set free is not kidnapping? By god, what does go on in that sand bucket of a country of yours that isn't considered kidnapping?!'

"Listen fucker! You leave my country alone and drink your damn fucking tea I made for your miserable, perverted little ass! So shut hell up would ya?!" Molossia shouted and arouse from his seat with his fist clenched tightly at his sides.

Both England America were pressed against the back of the couch and wide-eyed. Clearly both in shock to even say anything back to the frustrated man who was breathing heavily.

Molossia grinned at the look on England's face but the look on America's scared him. The blonde looked surprised and taken back. "Alfred I-"

"Tea you say?" England suddenly spoke up, eyebrows knotted together with a sly grin on his pale thin lips. "Well then, it must be quite the brew for you to get so worked up about it."

Molossia gulped and sat himself back down on the couch.

"It makes me wonder…" England muttered then took a small sip of the tea himself. As he did, he darted his eyes at Molossia and saw the tan man watch him drink his tea. Interesting.

England pulled the cup away, eyes wide as he did so. "I say! This is quite remarkable!" he lied. "Here, try some for yourself Alfred!" America turned his way when his name was called and was met with the teacup being forcefully pressed up against his lips by England's hand.

Molossia watched in complete horror and the American closed his eyes and let the liquid gush into his mouth and slid down his throat.

No, no, NO! This wasn't what was supposed to happen! Molossia wanted to smack the cup from the Englishman's hand but the deed was already done and nothing was left but an empty teacup and ginning Brit.

AN: You evil little Englishman...What have you done...