"That concludes the meeting for today you may all leave" Germany announces after he has finished his speech. The countries file out grouping with their friends and returning to their hotel rooms. Spain is walking towards France and Prussia when a hand grabs hers yanking her to one side whilst another covers her mouth. She struggles, trying to get away when she recognises the familiar smell of tea and rain. "Inglaterra" she breathes, instantly relaxing, a soft chuckle, a pair of lips by her ear "how did you know?"
"You stink of tea"
"Ahh-it could have been china"
"He doesn't smell of rain" she can almost see the frown on his face, his countries weather is a touchy subject. "Are you insulting British weather?"
"Si" there's a long silence and England releases her then gently leads her down the opposite hallway. Leaning against a wall, whilst she sits on the floor next to him, he asks her something. "When should we tell them-" he hesitates for a second before continuing "-that we're a ….couple"
"I don't know, when we do; France will be France and make a whole thing out of it" England frowns she's right there's going to be a commotion and a half about it. Silently she stands and wraps her arms around him, nestling her head in the crook of his neck. He returns the hug and presses his lips to her forehead, "we're going to have to tell them sometime." She just sighs and hugs him tighter, trying to calm her racing heart at his closeness.
Inglaterra=England