California

Hair: Honey blonde, in pig tails

Skin: Tanned

Eyes: Vivid sea green

Personality: Sporty, earthy, wild, & sweet

Misc: Lives for surfing and volleyball. Loves parties and bikinis. Cannot stand

Louisiana's cynical nature.

As I approached America's house, I admit I was nervous. I had been thinking about him a lot lately in a totally different perspective, and by seeing him tonight I feared I would lose control of myself. I had seen the times where he smiled, he laughed... And all I wanted to do was let him hold me, his chin nestled in the crook of my neck...

Oh gosh, why was I thinking about this now?

I stepped on the porch and rang the doorbell. It chimed to the tune of "The Star Spangled Banner", but it was eclipsed by the energetic sound of America's voice. His half-moon eyeglasses glistened in the light of the setting sun as he spoke, "California! Righteous! You brought pie!" He smelt the handmade confection and sighed softly. "It smells great! And it's apple, my favorite!" he commented. I smiled, "It's baked fresh! Took it out of the oven just before I left home."

He held the door open for me as I entered the house and led me to the kitchen, placing the pie on the countertop. We were greeted by France, who was wearing an apron over his casual attire. When he saw me, he went from chef to Don Juan in 5 seconds flat.

He spun around and held my waist in his hands. "Bonjour, belle!", he cooed as he extended and examined my sleeve, "I cannot wait to see you out of your cover-up... You'll be so beautiful exposed in the water tonight..." My tanned face blushed at least 100 shades of red as I began to stutter. "M-Monsieur..." I snapped out of my shy nature and got right to business.

I slapped him... HARD.

He collapsed to the floor, but was quickly standing. " Sacre bleu... Well, it doesn't matter! I like playing hard to get..." he laughed. I rolled my eyes at him. "I don't play hard to get," I smirked, "I just am. You don't like it, don't play." He reacted in an intrigued, flirty way. "Hon hon hon! I will play, and when I win, the prize I take will be your heart!"

It was then that Britian interrupted the pandemonium. He appeared to have been watching for a while now. He knew not in interfere any sooner, however... I had a very strong slap, and he was well aware of the consequences of being caught in the crossfire. "Tsk Tsk, Frog! When will you ever learn?" he sighed. He waltzed over to the stove to pour himself another cup of tea. Perfect posture, poise, elegance... He even made pouring tea look (dare I say it) sexy.

America spoke up, sensing a possible WWIII moment amongst the European nations. "Yo, a party is no time for a fight! Besides, there's an even bigger problem to worry about..." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Like what?" I asked. America pouted at me, "I forgot vanilla ice cream to go with the pie! Now the whole night is ruined..."

Britain laughed at him. "Ice cream? Well, if it is that important to you, I'll go to store myself and-" "OMG BRITAIN DUDE YOU'RE LIKE THE BEST!" America cut off Iggy mid-sentence by squeezing him, leaving him gasping for breath. When he was finally able to articulate, he spat out, "Unhand me, you fobbish twit!" America did so as Britain jingled his car keys in his pocket. "I will be back within the hour. No funny business from the snail-slurper until I get back." France winked and whispered quietly in my ear. "No promises, hon hon hon!" he chuckled.

America took my hand and pulled me from France's grasp. "Not so fast, Francy-pants!" he shook his head, "California hasn't even seen the pool yet! Come on, Cali." I followed him through the hallway to the back patio, where I saw Romano and my best friend Arizona, splashing about in the pool. They were having fun, which for Romano was rare. I knew Arizona loved him dearly... Though Romano was too stubborn to admit he loved her too. I was still happy for her beyond words...

America pulled me out of my bubble. "Yo, everybody come into the living room!" he shouted, "We're gonna play a game and get this party started!

Soon enough, we had a big crowd of countries surrounding us. America stood in the center, about 10 feet away from a broom closet. Japan and Germany sat silently next to each other, white Italy rustled about in the kitchen, grabbing snacks. France entered the room with Louisiana, trying to woo her. Of course, being her snobby self, she rejected him, storming off to sit next to Germany. Not too long after, Romano trudged from the patio deck, leaving a troubled Arizona in his wake. Alaska sat next to Russia on the sofa while Atlantis and Hawaii sat on the floor, giggling girlishly and taking glances at the couple.

The door bell rang and America left to answer it, bringing Tennessee back to the party. Though America seemed to ignore her, there was another girl standing in the hallway. She looked about shyly amongst the commotion, but turned away when Russia tossed his head in her direction. She tiptoed down the hallway and slipped into the computer room, away from noticeable eyes. Well, except me of course...

I took a seat behind America's spot in the center of the room. When everyone was seated in the circle, America took out a cloth Krispy Kreme Donuts hat from his pocket. "Welcome everybody to my party!" he said, "Being your hero and host, I decided before we start dancing we might as well begin with a little romance. So right now, we're going to play 7 minutes in heaven!" Germany, upon hearing 'romance' face palmed; France, on the other hand, laughed in a fusion of perverted joy.

"But this isn't just any 7-minute game!" he assured the group, "You'll have an extra 7 minutes to spend while in the closet so... That kind of makes it, like, 7+7 minutes in heaven! Oh, and everyone has to go at least once."

"Please, gentlemen, put your secret items into the hat!" Sure enough, every guy on the floor took the cloth hat into another room and put their trinkets into it. When it was full, they brought it back to America, who in turn snuck in his own item.

He held the hat up high. He beamed, "Okay, let's get started!

America turned around and winked at me. "California, you're up first!" I smirked. "Alright then," I said as I stood up. I knew exactly who I wanted to go into the closet with, and nobody was going to stand in my way today. I had a hunch of what America's item was, and when I pulled it out from the hat I was right; a golden dollar coin, the good luck charm I knew he kept in his pocket.

I smirked, "I guess that means you and me, eh Alfred?" He blushed hearing his real name from me. "Yeah, it does." he said with a mischievous grin. I pulled him by his tie to the closet, winking back at France. "14 minutes..." I smiled as France set the time.

When we were both inside, I looked at America, who chuckled. "You little cheater!" he said, "You did that on purpose." I smirked as I pinned him to the wall, "Uh-huh... So what if I did?"

For once, America didn't have anything to say back. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me, rough and passionately on the lips. I naturally kissed him back. Suddenly, I pulled away, but only a little bit. I just wanted to be out of reach, so I could leave him hungry for another taste.

"Hey, no fair." he pouted. I raised an eyebrow at him, "Like I said earlier, I don't play hard to get, I just am." I laughed, "Still want to play?" He grinned, playfully, yet... Sexy... This guy new how to really make a girl crazy...

"Yeah, but now it's my turn." The next thing I knew, my back was against the opposite wall and America's lips crashed into mine. I moaned, which made him start to smile. I instinctively wrapped my arms behind his head and my legs around his torso, gasping for breath. I moaned again, this time louder and a little bit longer as his hands explored up and down my back.

We found our way eventually to the other side of the closet. I unbuttoned his shirt quickly and loosened his tie, revealing his surprisingly firm chest. He brought us down to the ground, where I lied on my back and felt his body. We took a moment to breathe before continuing. As he removed my bathing suit cover, I turned us over to the side, so it was easier for him.

I grounded my hips into his and hooked my index fingers through his belt loops. We couldn't get enough of each other, and we both continued to kiss on the ground for what seemed like a beautiful eternity. "I love you Cali..." America said. I purred, "I love you, America..."

About 10 minutes later, we heard France call from outside the door, "Okay, lovebirds! One more minute left!" We popped up from the ground, scrambling to prep ourselves. Lucky, by the time they opened the door, we were kissing, but still fully put together. Everyone laughed, but I didn't care as I exited the closet.

America lead me to the center of the room, whispering to me in my ear, "I truly meant it, Cali. I love you as much as apple pie." I smiled, "America!" We kissed, and even though everyone woofed and hollered at the sight of our display, I knew that I was with the only man that meant the most to me.