This story is one I'm making up as I go. (Again) So anyway, I think it should be dedicated to my best friend Lydia, but almost all of my stories are. So I guess it'll be dedicated to all of you amazing people who are reading it. I hope you like it, I'm thinking that it's going to take place in a school, I wanted to use everyone's human names, but I didn't know all of them. So I guess they're going to use their country name. Enjoy :3
"His hair was as bright as the sun; his eyes as blue as the ocean. I had fallen for him. I didn't care about anyone, or anything else. I just wanted him." I read. The teacher motioned for me to continue, but I couldn't. What if England realized the similarities? Of course it was a girl saying all of this, and her name was nothing close to mine, but the main male characters name was Arthur. I took a deep breath and continued reading my story. The teacher gave me no choice but to read it out loud after she read how I wrote such an amazing story in a girl's point of view. All my friends were laughing. They didn't care how good it was; they just wanted to laugh at my embarrassment. I continued reading my story only looking up once and a while to see if England noticed the similarities or not. Luckily, he hadn't. I finally made it to the end of my story, just as the lunch bell rang. I grabbed my stuff, and waited in the hallway for my friends. I saw the class usher out, and then England came up to me.
"Hey, that was a really good story. How did you write one in a girl's point of view so well?" He asked.
"It was an easy love story. I have fallen in love enough times that I know how to write about it. The only difference is this time I wrote it like I was a girl." I said.
"Hey England, stop bothering France. He doesn't need to go crazy too." America laughed pushing England to the ground.
"How the bloody hell am I crazy?" England asked standing back up.
"You talk to imaginary people. Like fairies and elves and unicorns." America replied.
"They aren't imaginary, they're my friends" England blushed.
"No dude, they are totally imaginary. Now how bout you leave?" America asked knowing he had won.
"I will, but only because I have black magic club to report to." England said storming off.
"That wasn't very nice, America." I told him.
"Yeah, but you don't need a geek like him talking to you. He probably just thinks you're his friend because you used his name in your story." America laughed.
"Well…um…yeah." I mumbled.
"Wait, was the Arthur in your story supposed to be England?" America asked.
"Um…well you see…funny story here… um, I kinda… like…England." I mumbled.
"You what?" America asked sending himself into a laughing spree. "How could anyone like that nerd?"
"I don't know, I just do." I blushed. America stopped laughing.
"Shit, you really like him don't you?"
"Oui, Is there a problem?"
"If you were joking, then there wouldn't be, but since you're not, there is."
"What do you mean?"
"I wouldn't have told you this if you were joking, but I like him too."
"What? How could you betray me like that?"
"I'm sorry, France, but I can't chose who I like any more then you can."
"Then let's play a game. We'll see who England likes better" I said.