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England frowns when America starts crying. He stands, quickly pulling on his pants--not bothering with anything else-- and scoots closer to America. "America..." He murmurs gently, wrapping his arms around him from the side and leaning his head on America's shoulder. "Hey, it's alright. Shh..." He took another breath to steady himself-- it seemed he'd be doing a lot of that from now on-- and gave America a weak smile.

Russia let his smile fade, feeling sad and broken, and just oh so tired, vary vary tired, he rested his head back and slowly started to fall asleep, listening to America cry. He couldn't help but think to himself, "If only I didnt come to this meeting...." He listened to Finland go, "Im sorry..." He tried to say, put it never came out of his mouth, which he wished was sewed shut.

America felt the Brit's comfort and he didn't deserve it. He sniffled and said, "I...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry....I..I didn't want for it to be this way." he hurt everyone so badly, and he just wanted to be happy, thinking that everyone else would be too. He just didn't know....it would get awkward between the three of them...and he felt guilt about bringing Finland into this too. He heard the confession to Russia and felt sympathy that he didn't seem to return them. He hated himself, for bringing so much conflict between the three of them

England whispered in his ear, "Don't you dare blame yourself for this you git. If nothing else, Russia should have known better. Whether you hurt him or not, two wrongs don't make a right." He sighed and gently threaded his fingers into the American's hair. "Shh... just calm down. I could never blame you for this." He leaned over and kissed America's cheek, "I love you. A lot you know." His cheeks flushed with a rosy red hue and he stuttered over the next words, "E-even though this situation wasn't i-ideal... I.... I got to have you... At l-least for this long. R-right?" He said even more quietly, "You were worth it."

Russia smiled lightly in his part sleep. Still being able to here them. He didn't open his eyes, and calmly said. "Its ok, If America dose not want me to stay, he can go with you Brittan. Who am I to try and say different." Russia stood up, and looked at the TV, still playing the cheesy movie. "You have have the movie and games, they were gifts after all..." Russia said, voice being nothing but sadist.

England whips around, pulling away from America. "Hey!" He gets up and grabs onto Russia's arm, briefly thinking, Bloody hell... I only come up to his forearm... SO DAMN SHORT. He shook his head and said, "Stay! D-don't! America loves you! Please? I- I'll back off! Please don't do this to him! Please?" England looked up at him (and I do mean UP...) with wide green eyes, "He loves you..."

Russia looked down. "And you love America, go, he needs you to be there right now, he doesn't want me there....." Russia leaned down and kissed the top of England's hair. " I will let you be..." Russia said softly, starting at the door.

"N-no! Wait!" England stops him again, "He needs you too! He loves you too! Please stay!" He gives a small whimper, "Listen... I can't comfort him like you can... Look at me. I'm too small to comfort him like you can. You have to stay. You know he never wanted to hurt you! He's still young and he's got a lot to learn. He doesn't have our experience in love and that's saying something because, between you and I, we both know we're not very lucky in love. Please. At least comfort him. He's blaming himself." England sighs, his throat tightening. "Russia, he needs you.

America looked at England and said, "E..England?" some tears shown in his eyes and he looked at England. Was he really worth all of this pain? Even though England shared him with Russia, and known that must have be difficult, but Russia just be...and England wasn't mad at him, or he didn't think he was. Did England love him as much as he did? He didn't leave even though Russia was here. He looked at Russia and listened to his proposal and looked down and said, "I...I don't know Russia....b.but I'm sorry....to put you through this....and it's up to you...if you wanna leave you can." he looked over to the floor refusing to meet Russia's gaze and said, "You have some one who loves you.....I heard Finland...and he can love you...all of you...and I can't...I can't love you without loving England too."

Russia paused for a second, looking over his shoulder. Looking at America with dark, but depressed eyes. "America, you care for me more than you should..." Russia walked over to America, bushing a cold hand to get the stands of hair out of his eyes. He leaned down and lightly kissed his hair the same way he did with England. "You worry to much" he said softly.

England sighed in relief. Thank God he didn't hit me... Shaking his head, he walked back to the couch and sat on the side of America Russia wasn't currently occupying, a little apart from them. I'll let them talk... Let Russia comfort him. It's for the best, really... He tried to convince himself. I love you America... So much...

America sniffled, and choked out, "I love you both....so much! But...I... don't know...I don't know anymore." he hid his face into his knees and wrapped his arms around himself, he shouldn't even be crying, England and Russia should be crying, not him. America said, "I love you guys...but....this is hard.'

Russia turned America, placing him in his lap and wrapping his arms around America neck, holding him like a teddy bear. Russia didnt care what he though, America just needed comfort. "I know, Я тоже тебя люблю" Russia said, resting his head on the crook of America neck.

England sighs and says, "America... I love you. I don't know what more I can say. I don't have the magic words to make this easier on you. But I do love you. And I know Russia does too. You have us both right here in front of you, so why are you upset? We're finally agreeing. This isn't just for you America... I'm being rather selfish too. If I weren't selfish, I would just let Russia have you." England blushed and looked away.

America wiped his tears with his sleeve and said, "I know...and I'm sorry." he chuckled a bit and said,"I've been saying that a lot and yet... I don't think I've been saying it enough." he smiled and said, "Man...as the hero, I shouldn't cry...heroes don't cry." He snuggled a bit into Russia's warmth and said, "It's not fair to you guys, but if you both agree...then I couldn't be feeling more awesome." and put on his biggest.

England smiled gently, "We agree, bloody git. I love you..." He looked up at Russia, "Erm... you don't... mind if I... get closer... do you?" He stumbled the words out carefully so as not to upset Russia. I've already pushed my luck as it is...

The Russians grip on America didn't loosen, and he brushed his hand over Americas cheek. "You have nothign to Regret, герой" Russia said, Russia giggled. "Your like a cute stuffed Bear!" He leaned over,allowing Brittan to get closer. "Мой герой" He said softly. "My hero..." Russia said lovingly, a major change from the cold tone he had been using before. "Yes, England..." He said looking up at him.

America blushed and said, "I'm not cute, guys aren't cute." and slightly pouted. He stopped pouting after a minute and just enjoyed the moment of peace, he might be selfish but right now he couldn't be happier, he had the two people he loved the most and he would try and dote to both of their needs, just like they dote on him. He grinned and said, "It's awesome....that we're trying to work this out. " I love you England and I love you Russia." smiling at both of them.

England scoots closer and in the process of trying to be near America, snuggles himself into Russia's side. He gently grabs America's hand, "I love you too 'Merica." He feels an odd sensation run through him and realizes how happy he is about the turn out of the situation.

Russia smiled, "Oh admit it, you are cute~" Russia looked at England "Look at him pout and then say he snit cute~" Russia teased lightly. He unwrapped his arm from America neck, pushing the hand through his hair. "Your hair is soft and your cowlick is just adding to it~" He said, simi-brushing his hand the base of the hair that was his curl

Russia's comment along with him brushing against his cow lick and said, "H-Hey, I told you not to call me cute and...s.stop touching my cowlick." waving Russia's hand away, he pouted over to England, "Tell him to stop~" he whined to him.

England simply smirked in reply, "But America love," He grinned wider, "We just want to have a little fun..." He shifted up onto his knees and placed gentle butterfly kisses all along America's neck as Russia tugged his cowlick, "'Mericaaaa~" He purred.

Russia giggled softly "Yah~~ Just a little fun~~" Russia said, now softly pulling his cowlick. He paused befog leaning up and biting his cowlick, pulling it down, and forcing Americas head up, leaving more room for England to go at Americas neck.

America tried to suppress a moan and muttered out, "C..Come on...stop." trying to squirm out, but it felt so good, he didn't want it to stop.

England moved a little closer, gently sucking his neck before nipping at it. Pulling back just long enough to see the mark on the skin, he leaned in and licked the abused spot before blowing on it gently. "America...~" He whispered huskily, "I want you. Do you want this?"