The Icelandic boy sat directly across from the American, staring at her while he flipped a pencil around in his hands. Why wouldn't she just look at him?! Eírikur was growing truly frustrated with the fact that Amelia seemed unaware of his presence in the meeting room, as she seemed to focus her attention elswhere-nowhere in particular, just blank space. In all honesty, however, the blonde was quite focused on the other, just attempting to hide her stares. As Alfred droned on and on about nothing in particular, the two unknowingly gave eachother looks from across the table.

It had been since-well, since he had first met the girl that Eírikur had found Amelia quite-cute? And it had been since when Amelia first noticed Eírikur existed that she had found him rather "adorkable" as she would put it. But now as the two sat together in the same room, only really noticing eachother, they both became a bit aggrivated. Neither knew of the others gaze, of the nights they hadn't been able to sleep from thinking about the other. As Amelia's brother took his place in the seat next to her, she didn't stir from her look of deep thought, just as Arthur and Alice walked to the front of the room, looking prim and proper as ever. British accents began flowing throughout their words as they spoke to the different nations about the economy and presidential situations in America, as if all of it was their business.

A smug smile graced itself upon Alice's lips as her emerald green eyes scanned the rather bored faces of the countries as they landed upon Amelia, off in her own little world where she would be daydreaming. "And miss 'America', what do you think you should do to brighten up your economy, seeing as your people are looking rather hopelessly towards the future?" The American was caught off guard, just as the Brit had expected would happen. She came out of her daydreams with a start, surprised by the sudden mention of her name. "H-huh?" oh Alice. You tricky, tricky witch. Eírikur began to feel rather-bad for the other as she drew out her 'uuuh' and 'ummm..'s. Quickly, the Icelandian stood up, pushing his chair back as he did so.

"What I believe she is trying to be saying is that-it's hard to tell what could improve an economy, seeing as the people are being hard to please. Or something like that . . ."

His face was bright red from embarrassment as he attempted to calmy sit down, but the white-haired boy couldn't help but feel butterflies everywhere in his stomach. Had he really just stood up for the one he-the one he assumed he loved, made her notice him? The American girl was flustered as well, face a rosy pink colour. "Yeah...Yeah! I guess that's it- er..." Was it alright to say his name? After all, he had just kind of stood up for her from her older disowned sister's attack (although you can't disown a sibling, and her attack was merely to make her pay attention). "Thanks, Eírikur.." was all she could manage within a small mumble before she looked at the Brit who had asked her the question in the first place, a look that seemed to ask if the answer was satisfying enough. "Hmph..." a corner of Alice's mouth curled up into a smirk as she looked down, arms folded across her chest. "Alright, Amelia. I suppose you can scrape by with that answer. Thank you, mister Eírikur, for answering a question that was directed at another."

One could suppose that they were all being 'saved by the bell', as some could say- seeing as the world meeting was then adgourned for the day, so they could pack up their things and leave Denmark whenever they'd please (Denmark being the country where the World Summit Meeting was being held that day). Lukas, Aasta, Alice, and Arthur all gave eachother looks. The type of look where they all knew all too well what was happening to their younger silbings emotions, and what could happen next. Well, wasn't it obvious? Eírikur had gotten the courage to stand up for Amelia during a technical verbal attack, why not ask her out? Elín and Alfred, however, were completely oblivious to their siblings.

Making their ways outside of the large room where the meeting had been in-session no less than five minutes ago, perhaps by fate, Amelia and Eírikur bumped into eachother in the hallway, blue eyes met a blue-violet colour, the blue assessing the other colour behind glasses, the two nations backed away from eachother a bit, a small bit of nervous laughter escaping the owner of the happiness-filled blue eyes. "Hey, Eírikur-" Eírikur had opened his mouth to greet the other with a bit of a 'Hey, Amelia...', but was instead cut off by the greeting being directed at him. "I was just wondering if maybe-you wanna do something this upcoming week or something? Like, in my country? It'd be cool, right?" Rubbing the back of her neck, she stared at the ground while the other stared at her. Had she really just asked him out on a date, the same thing he was planning to ask just then to her? "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, y'know."

"Oh, I- uh...that'd be-nice..."

"Really now?"

"Oh, I'll just give you a call and we'll set it up, miss Amelia. I'm sure I've still got your number when all the nations had to exchange theirs, just in case-"

"That'd be great, yo! Thanks then?"

"It's a date- figuratively, of course."

And with that, both walked their ways out of the building in triumph, each worrying about how their 'date' would go.