"British Dude!" America called. "I've got something for you!"
"What is it you great buffoon?" England said, adjusting his suit jacket as he made his way down the corridor. America ran to catch up.
"Urm," America said. "Flowers and chocolates?"
England stopped dead in his tracks, his large eyebrows came together. "Are you asking me to be your Valentine?"
"Yeah, kinda," America said, he went to scratch his neck, realised he was holding a box of chocolates and aborted the move half way.
"Then, I accept," England said, taking the large bouquet of Roses from America and then the box of Chocolates. America threw himself at England and hugged him.
"Thanks Arthur," He muttered into the Englishman's ear.
"You're welcome Alfred."