"Hey, Mr. Australia...?" Sealand called the older nation shyly. It was break time during the World Summit, and the Australian nation was trying to catch a few Z's before they started up again.
"Hm?" The nation in question lifted up his head, his eyes half-lidded.
"Um...how do you...get girls?" The young micronation fidgeted uncomfortably as a light blush swept across his face.
Australia rubbed his eyes and yawned. "You don't 'get' girls."
"I meant-"
"They're not objects to be gotten."
"Yes, I know. But I meant..." Sealand wrung his hands. "How do you get a pretty girl, like _?"
At his girlfriend's name, Australia opened his eyes and looked across the room where you sitting.
You were sitting with a few of your good friends and chatting it up. One of them apparently said something that struck you as funny, because you covered your mouth as you laughed.
Australia looked back at Sealand, a grin on his tanned face. "Hell if I know, mate."
The young nation crossed his arms and huffed in impatience. "That won't help me." He pouted.
The brunette chuckled, much to the youngster's annoyance, then scratched his chin. "Well," he thought aloud, "There is one thing you can do..."
"What is it?" Sealand asked as he looked up eagerly at the Australian man.
Australia didn't reply, instead he stood up and sauntered over to where you sat. Sealand followed expectantly.
You noticed your boyfriend approaching out of the corner of your eye. You smiled as you turned and rose to meet him.
"What are you doing?" The micronation asked as they approached _, "I thought you were going to give me advice?"
"I am." Australia reassured the boy.
"Hey, Ozzie," you said, "What's up-" All of a sudden, there was a pair of hot lips crashing against yours.
The Australian's hands were behind your jaw, pressing you forward into the kiss.
You were taken by surprise, but soon kissed your boyfriend back with just as much passion as he was. You ran your fingers through his slicked back chocolate hair.
He gently bit your lips, asking for entrance, which you eagerly gave him. When he slipped his tongue in, one of his tanned hands pressed against the small of your back while the other traveled to the back of your knee. Before you could react to this, he pulled your leg forward and dipped you down.
You let out a muffled cry of surprise, but didn't try stop him as he wrapped your leg aground his waist.
At this point, nearly everyone in the room had halted their conversations and arguments to turn to the couple kissing passionately. Some of the more mischievous nations, like Scotland and Prussia, let out catcalls while the older ones muttered for you to go get a room.
After a minute, Australia released you from his tight embrace. Your face was red but you had a big smile gracing your lips. You pecked his cheek. "I love you."
Australia turned to a beet-red Sealand. "...And that's how you get girls."
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~*BONUS*~
"Hey, why do you need to know how to pick up girls anyway?" Australia asked as he rested his hand on your hip.
Sealand's eyes widened and he looked away. "N-No reason..." he stammered.
Australia dropped his hand and narrowed his eyes. "Sealand...it better not be my little sister...!"
A bead of sweat.
"You little sneak!" He boomed. The Australian lept into the air as the younger nation scrambled for the saftey of the Phony Nation's Table. "No way you're laying a lecherous hand on my innocent Wy!"