Another EngMano fic, only this time its the Nyo version

I once read a fanfic between these two and was saddened to read England as a cheater as a woman. So I decided to write a fluffier fic between them

Minor one sided FRUK, Minor SPUK

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England sighed heavily as she entered the meeting room with bated breath, pushing the door open quietly. She had always found these damn things so stressful, making her wish she could just go home. She never enjoyed these things much, seeing them as a pain in the ass but taking her job too seriously to not show up at all. Knowing her boss would be pissed.

Though thankfully she had friends at the meeting such as Denmark, Japan and Canada there were still plenty of nations that liked to make fun of her. Refusing to act maturely and show her any form of respect. Sadly it was something she was used to and had dealt with since the birth of her existence as a nation, no longer seen as cute anymore.

France teased the crap out of her constantly, be it about her hair or her clothes. Or about her supposed lack of femininity and desire to be as ladylike as she was. Pretty much everything she ever said about her was mockery. Constantly comparing her to France's supposed glory, not aware of the damage she was doing to her self confidence.

America poked fun at her, be it about her glasses or about how she acted like an old lady. She showed her no respect and never seemed to care about anyone else's opinions but her own. After becoming independent and growing up, she had also developed an independent streak which caused her to develop an attitude and sadly using violence to solve things.

Everyone else got bored and never listened to anyone speaking, simply entertaining themselves and hoping not to get caught. She herself always found them boring, but took her duties seriously. As she appeared in the doorway, instead of the usual greetings instead she was met with the intense stares of the other nations. The entire room so silent she could smell the tension brewing in the air.

Feliciana looked excited, more so than usual. Germany looked confused, Prussia was sulking. France had a look of mixed jealousy and confusion on her face, Spain was scowling and looked protective while America was simply smirking. England was not used to this much attention, her skin crawling as she felt all their eyes on her. She had never been good under any form of pressure even as a child, her body heavy and trying to calm herself.

She shifted awkwardly, expecting to be scolded for being a little late. However, instead she simply hurried to her seat as she was not in the mood to talk in this very moment. Simply wanting to be left alone. She could tell by the silence and tension in the air that something had happened. However, it was beyond her knowledge as to what the problem could be. But her gut feeling told her it was something to do with her.

As soon as she sat down, America perked up. Leaning across the table, her blue eyes wide and shining. "Yo England, is it true you and Lovina are dating?" she asked eagerly. This morning Feliciana had told her that she had seen the two of them acting very flirty. She wondered how long this relationship of theirs had been going on and why they had kept it a secret. Sisters told each other everything, yet she was hiding such an important thing from her.

England felt her mind go blank and her voice vanish, her face going as pale as the teacup beside her. She had been dating Lovina for a while, but had kept it a secret knowing what would happen if people knew. Besides it was nobody else's business but their own. They had a lot in common as far as interests and personal lives. Plus they licked each other's wounds, both carrying issues and trauma yet still loving the other despite it. Having become truly comfortable with one another.

They were happy, they made each other laugh, they took turns making dinner and were loyal to one another. When they visited one another they often brought presents or bought souvenirs while in each others countries. Taking pictures of their moments together so that they would always be able to look back on them fondly.

France pouted, her violet eyes filled with hurt and her expression one of sadness "How could you Angleterre? When I love you so much!" she sobbed. She had loved England since they were but small children. She had spent years fawning over her and showing how much she adored her. How could she stamp on her heart like this by playing with her feelings?

Feliciana perked up, a look of utter joy on her face "I'mma so happy, you and grande sorella make such a lovely couple" she cooed. She had always hoped her big sister would find someone and she finally had. England may have been strange and sometimes moody, but she was very kind and loving. As well as great at baking, her sweets were always amazing.

Germany said nothing, simply sat in her seat sighing and drinking tea. Truth be told she had never seen their relationship coming. As both seemingly hated people and were stubborn as hell. However, she as an individual had nothing against their relationship with one another. She was neutral, if they were happy together so be it. She didn't know either one personally so she had no feelings about it.

Her sister Prussia meanwhile had been sulking all morning. Which she had been trying to ignore as her feelings were unrequited and not known. She had been crushing on both sisters for the longest time. Now jealous that not only her precious Italy was with her sister, but that Lovina was now with England. Why was it everyone she held feelings for ended up with someone else? Totally not awesome.

Spain was sat in her chair, a silent glare on her face. A dark aura flowing from her in waves. Her expression one of both jealousy and her protective side. But she was trying to control herself and act like a lady. Truth be told she had held feelings for England since their pirate years. The blonde's wild nature and untameable heart something she had always admired. But Lovina was also precious to her, like a daughter.

So of course she carried mixed feelings about this whole situation. She couldn't even find the words to vent how she was currently feeling. She was seriously angry yet she wanted to cry her heart out at the same time. The best way to describe her being broken hearted. But no tears would fall, no sounds would come from her. She just sat in silence trying to work out her feelings.

It was then that the meeting room doors opened for a second time only this time Lovina entered. Holding a fresh cup of coffee in her hand, she was never able to function without caffeine. Upon sensing the tension and the expressions of everyone in the room, she raised her eyebrow in suspicion. "What did I-a miss?" she asked impatiently. Surely they hadn't started the meeting already?

France glared at Lovina, what was it that she had that she herself lacked? She had tried everything to earn England's love only for her to run into the arms of another? How cruel. "How could you? You know how strong my amour is for my Angleterre bien aimee!" she sobbed. She had carried her feelings for England over centuries and tried her hardest to make the latter love her in return. But now her dreams of happiness were being crushed before they could bloom.

America gave a thumbs up at the brunette "I'm proud of you guys, you make the cutest couple Y'know. If you ever have trouble, just come to me" she stated proudly. She was not one to judge, love knew no gender after all. If anyone gave them a hard time she would kick their asses. Nobody picked on her big sister or her girlfriend on her watch.

Feliciana lunged herself at her sister happily, throwing her arms around her neck. Luckily not spilling hot coffee on her but certainly leaving her confused and annoyed. "I amma so happy. If you get married I want to be-a the bridesmaid" she gushed. She couldn't wait to get it all planned, if only their Grandma Rome could be alive to see this.

Bridesmaid? Did she just hear that right? Lovina felt her cheeks flush bright red with embarrassment. Just what the hell was going on in her sisters mind right now? She knew she was always a bit odd but now she was acting stranger than usual. She pushed her sister off causing her to whine and sit back in her seat. She then shot a glare at everyone. She had been left out of the loop long enough and she planned on getting to the bottom of this.

"Spiegare, ora" she growled fiercely. She wanted to know what conversation she had been left out of. She hated being part of someone else's gossip as it was usually never the good kind. She could sense they had been up to something and she would get to the bottom of it. She was not just good at starting things but also finishing them.

England curled up in her seat, hiding her ashamed face in her hands. Groaning quietly under her breath. She had really hoped to avoid this whole situation. She was so embarrassed right now, everyone was making a scene. Lovina had always hated confrontations and peer pressure, which everyone was doing right now. Just anyone judging her life or herself as a person, being a fiercely independent woman.

Lovina had a look of pure fury on her face, shaking with anger. Everyone knew about her and Alice's relationship and neither of them had said anything to anyone. So somebody had to have been snooping to have found out. However, there was no reason to deny and she may as well just get it over with. She folded her arms across her chest sternly "I'm-a glad you support us, but you didn't have to make a scene" she replied. Love was love after all.

America raised her eyebrow, did that mean she didn't want them to be happy? "But why didn't you just tell us?" she asked. It would have just been so much easier if she had told them all to begin with. They didn't need to hide it, nobody would think them any different. Hell, she felt like having a party to celebrate after all of this was over.

Lovina frowned, gee I wonder why she hadn't told America of all people? "Because, it was none of your business you cagna di un megafono" she scoffed. The minute she overheard any form of conversation, America either wanted to be part of it or had to spread the word. Neither of them had wanted any negative social effect after their relationship was revealed.

America pouted in response, she then folded her arms and sulked in her chair. Was it so bad that she liked to be part of a conversation? She just loved to share with people; voice her thoughts and opinion is all. Puffing her cheeks and having a tantrum just like when she was a kid. Not happy at being scolded and yelled at by someone.

France frowned at Lovina, how could England like such a woman with such a filthy mouth? "You knew I liked Angleterre, how could you steal her from me?" she yelled in frustration. It was such a cruel and underhanded thing to do. To steal her crush and object of her affections when she had loved her longer. Just what tricks had she used?

Lovina scoffed, no wonder England couldn't stand France so much "Italian charm wins over playground insults any day. You should get better material" she replied. Sure, she may have been rude sometimes but she was not always like that. But is sweet to England always, treasuring her. While France used playground methods.

France huffed, ignoring them both. She was capable of being charming too. But England had always been so cute, so how could she resist not teasing her? And she was just as capable of being as charming as Italians could be. She couldn't believe this, maybe Prussia wouldn't mind if she joined her to a bar later for those drinks.

Feliciana smiled at her sister fondly, a look of love on her face. "As long as you are-a happy, I am happy" she replied. She loved her sister and that was all she could ever want for her. Sure she would become protective should she sense that Lovina was unhappy, but she could tell that Lovina did love England. It was clear on her face.

Lovina blushed but didn't insult her for once. For once her sister wasn't being a pain in the ass and overdoing it. However, she responded by simply nodding showing she understood and appreciated her sisters words. She was glad that she approved, however she hoped that she wouldn't make a habit of interrupting them at awkward moments.

Germany sighed, feeling that she should say something. "I apologize for my sister being childish. Her immaturity is not very ladylike. I hope you and England will be happy together" she replied. No doubt her sister would go out to a bar and drink her sorrows away. Instead of dealing with her problems, she had never been the honest type. She buried her feelings deep down and tended to act like a tease.

Spain sighed heavily, she may as well speak her mind since it was the correct time to do so. She looked at Lovina sternly "If she makes you happy Lovi, I will accept it" she replied. She had raised her after all, Lovina was like her daughter. She then took a deep breath and turned to England with a sad smile "Inglaterra. I'm sorry it took me so long to confess. I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't upset, But I'm glad you fell for Lovina of all people" she replied sadly. Her green eyes glassy with tears.

England looked at Spain with a guilty expression "Carmen" she replied in a sombre tone. She had never wanted her to find out this way. She still carried feelings for the Spaniard, but she had moved on. But she would always feel a tenderness for her. But now her happiness lied with Lovina and she wanted to make a future with her.

Lovina had a sad expression on her face, knowing the two had chemistry in the past. She felt bad for Spain, knowing she loved England as much as herself. But she was glad she accepted them. Of all the people's approval she received, hers meant the most to hear. It meant a lot coming from the person whom had raised her when she was a small nation. "Grazie Spain" she replied fondly.

The other nations had now left, going off to get food together or return to their hotel rooms and relax. Leaving England alone in her chair, still resting and hiding her face. Taking in all of what had taken place earlier. Though it had gone well to an extent, it certainly could have gone better. With less interrogation and France acting so childishly.

Lovina approached the blonde cautiously, worried about how she had handled things before she showed up. "Are you ok, Inghilterra" she asked. She knew how stressful that was, but she would help her relax later. The walk back would not be far, maybe they could find a nice cafe or restaurant on the way and celebrate. They deserved it after all.

England then wrapped her arms around Lovina's waist, holding her close. Burying her nose into her body "It's been a long day love" she replied wearily. She couldn't wait to retire to bed with her beloved later. To find comfort in her embrace and forget about all the harassment from earlier. She always found Lovina to be a pleasant distraction.

Lovina softened, wrapping her arms around England protectively. Fingering her blonde hair affectionately, the feeling comforting her. "Si, but at least it's over" she replied. They wouldn't have to hide anymore. But she would dare anyone to come between them or hurt Alice, they did not know the true rage of an Italian and what she was capable of.

amour-love

Angleterre bien-aimée (beloved England)

Spiegare, ora-Explain now

Cagna di un megafono-Loudmouth bitch

Grande Sorella-Big sister

Inghilterra-England

Inglaterra-England