"Stupid Git..." England looked around the conference room.
"Hmmm...America's really late! Guess we'll have to start the meeting without him, Ve~!" Italy said, smile not faltering in the least.
"S-SORRY...I'M LATE!" a brunette girl bust in through the door and took the unoccupied seat next to England.
The countries all stared at her curiously.
"And you would be...?" France trailed off.
"Oh! Umm Mr. America is sick today so I'm here in his place! I'm one of his states, North Carolina. Nice to meet you all." The girl smiled.
"Welcome, friend of America! Become one with Russia, da?"
"Uhhh...no thanks?" North Carolina laughed nervously.
Through out the meeting she did her best to take notes for America...though it was rather difficult with the Russian man staring into her soul, saying "Kol Kol Kol." constantly.
North Carolina was relieved when the meeting was over.
"Madame! Would you care to go to this absolutely FANTASTIC little cafe with me?" A rather fruity looking man ran up to her.
"Ah. You must be France. I'm good."
He went and cried in a corner, England suddenly beside him.
"Hah! Rejected again, frog!"
"Like you could POSSIBLY do any better!"
"Why I most certainly could!" The Britt smirked.
"Care to bet on that!?"
"You're ON!"
England strutted his way over to North Carolina, bowing.
"Good day, milady. Would you be up for accompanying me to a nearby cafe? Their coffee and pastries are absolutely heavenly, I must say." He smiled at her.
"I'd lov-! I mean...S-Sure." She grinned back, stumbling over her words a bit.
"Shall we be off then?" He linked his arm with North Carolina's and they walked off, but not before England sent France a smug glance, mouthing: 'I win.'
"So...What's your human name, England?" The brunette inquired, taking a mouth full of ice cream.
"Kirkland, ARTHUR Kirkland" He said, wiggling his brows.
"Well then, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Bond. I'm Amanda." She smiled at him.
"The pleasure is all mine, Amanda" He smiled back.
They finished the rest of their food in silence.
"Soo..." England trailed off, not wanting the date to end.
[Wait...was this even a date?] He thought, puzzled.
"Well, the date was fun...wanna come back to my place?" The young state smirked at him.
"A-are you-!?"
Before he could finish she stood and pulled him up. She yanked his tie, their faces very close now. She crashed her lips to his and they stood there in the middle of the cafe, full on making out.
They were rudely pulled from the kiss by oh so familiarly obnoxious laughing.
"OH MY GOD, DUDE! THAT'S HILARIOUS! ENGLAND AND N.C, SITTIN' IN A TREE! umm...SOMETHING THAT RHYMES WITH TREE!" America laughed hysterically and pointed.
"..." They both went a bit red, and Amanda threw her purse at the blue eyed male.
"HAHAHAHA! YOUR MONEY IS MINE NOW!" And with that, America ran off.
"B-Bastard!" She gave chase.
France walked into the cafe and glared at England, handing him $20.