A Women's Guide To A Man's English

Lesson One:

He says.. "I'm hungry."

What he actually means is..he's hungry.

A world meeting. Sounds simple, right?

Apparently, it's not. Especially when you're sitting next to an idiot whose stomach continues to growl non-stop.

Kristin was so close to stabbing the point of her ink pen in his head as she wrote down notes on a pad of paper. Mathias seemed oblivious to the ominous aura that practically clung to the Norwegian as she applied more pressure on the paper so it would have small rips and holes in the middle of her sentences.

Before she could do anything rash, the meeting was dismissed for lunch. The other countries getting up from their seats and headed out the door; only Mathias stayed behind. Kristin turned to look at him with a curious glint in her snowflake blue orbs. "Aren't you coming? I thought you were hungry."

"I am, but.."

Oh no. Whenever a man said "but", it doesn't mean something good.

"But..?"

"Can you get me some food, Norge~?" Kristin felt a vein pop in her head when she heard his request. What was she now? His slave?

"You have two legs that work just fine, Denmark. Get your own damn food." The Dane let out a loud groan as he laid his head down on the table. Kristin sighed and walked over to him, but then felt a pair of strong arms quickly wrap themselves around her waist and she suddenly pulled into the Dane's lap. The hungry Dane practically begged her with his aquamarine eyes.

"Norge, please~? I'll pay you back.." Kristin's left eye twitched, knowing that she couldn't deny him when he pulled that stupid kicked puppy face. Sighing heavily, she sat comfortably in his lap, loosly looping her arms around his shoulders.

"Fine, fine. What do you want..?"

The Dane said nothing for a while, gently letting his hands roam the Norwegian's slim body. He tried to think, but then looked up at Kristin's emotionless, pale face. "What were you gonna get~?"

Kristin simply shrugged. She didn't reguarly eat during lunch breaks at world meetings. Though, it wouldn't hurt to eat eventually instead of waiting until she got home to eat. Deciding to just get whatever she thought would please him-and hopefully, get him to leave her alone. "I'll be back in a bit. Stay here."

"Where would I run to knowing that you're getting me food~?" Denmark smirked in triumph as he playfully kissed her lips and let her go. Kristin glared at the other as she grabbed her wallet from her coat pocket and left the room.

When a man tells you he's hungry...he means it.