Just a random collection of poetic drabbles that popped into my head. The girls whose point of view this is from are going to remain nameless, and it is ten different girls. However, when a nation repeats, it's still the same girl.
Ten Reasons Dating a Nation Sucks
And Ten Why It's Amazing
1. He is way too protective, always assuming worst-case-scenario.
I love him.
I smile, thinking this, and walk into the restaurant.
He sees me,
Runs up,
A worried look on his face.
I gulp, knowing he's about
To go ballistic.
"Where were you?"
I knew it.
"I was so worried!"
Isn't that obvious?
"I was afraid something had happened to you."
You say that every time.
"What if you had been alone and something bad happened?"
You seem to forget I'm not a delicate princess from your fairytales.
"England, I can take care of myself."
I say,
Rolling my eyes.
"Honestly, when did you start to worry so much?"
He,
Of course,
Ignores my question.
"You're a refined young lady-"
Pssh. Maybe by his standards.
"-who has no need to be alone in such a terrible world."
I sigh,
Try again.
"England,"
I begin,
Hoping he'll listen.
"Yes?" he asks.
I've finally gotten through.
Now's my chance,
My chance to say everything I'm thinking.
"England,
I'm only late
Because my alarm didn't go off.
I am naturally
A late sleeper, and
You asked me to meet you at nine.
I woke up at eight-thirty,
Looked at the clock,
And knew I'd be late.
I wanted to look good for you,
So I took my time.
I figured I'd only be a little late.
And then I came as quickly as I could.
You don't need to worry about me so much.
I took self-defense.
You've seen me
Drive off France
When he grabs at my skirt.
I wish you wouldn't worry,
Because I love you,
And worrying doesn't make anything better.
I can take care of myself.
I know you'd be crushed if
Anything happened to me."
I smile, hoping he understands.
He stands, shocked,
Unaware that this was building inside me.
His lips form a small 'O,'
And he voice the sentiment.
"Oh."
Then he pulls me in close,
Holding me tight,
Hugging me for all I'm worth.
And I smile.
"I'm still going to worry, you know."