She realized she was in love on a Thursday.
It was the slow kind of day that dragged its feet, knowing that everyone really wanted it to be Friday but contrived to make the best of things. It was a day when Taiwan had walked into her first, real UN conference and taken a seat beside America and thought, with a jolt, just how much he had done for her.
The girl gave him a sweeter smile than she usually did and started writing notes for the conference. Almost taken back, America had smiled back so endearingly that she suddenly felt its warmth like a stab in her heart and she knew. To hide her face (which she felt must broadcast this news) she buried it into her notebook.
He was, perhaps, the first person that she loved on her own terms.
Afterwards she talked about many things, pleased with his attention and laughter. Pleased that it was so easy, so very friendly-how deception and malice never entered into their conversation. Maybe, she dared hope, maybe it could be something more?
When weeks and days blurred into months and years, she grew more confident, but more scared at the same time. Her heart was glass, and she hid it away lest America see through it.
Her heart was broken on a Friday.
It was a pretty sort of Friday, the kind that makes you realize that there was a beautiful weekend to look forward to.
While America teased her about the flowers she wore all the time his eyes suddenly slid from her face to somewhere behind her. Without even turning around, she suddenly knew.
"America, stop terrifying the girl. Honestly, the way you carry on!" harrumphed England. He turned and stalked away to a smirking France.
But he didn't see America gazing at him for just a few seconds too long, didn't see him suddenly and exuberantly (over-exuberantly?) laugh and catch up to him, chatting like Taiwan chatted.
That was when she distinctly heard her heart shattering. She did not move, for fear of piercing herself on the shards, but stayed at the table and finished condensing her notes to take back to her president.
"Hey, Taiwan, you wanna go get something for dinner?" There he was again, and she still couldn't say no to anything he said.
Bleeding inwardly, she said "That would be great!"
The tears she brushed away when no one was looking.
