Welp, this will be the start of a enormous story, and I should know sice I've already written like half of it.
England POV
This stupid Halloween party… I had been forced to go by America, persuasive as he always was. So here I was, feeling alone and sitting in a corner. I almost started to sob too, I was so miserable.
Since I was small I always kind of had a crush on France, but he being the "love" country didn't exactly help. He was always of trying to molest some girl. I should have forgotten about France already by now, knowing he would only hurt me more, but I just couldn't. Like he hurt me right now. He was flirting with some girl in a sexy nurse costume.
So there I sat, crying silently. My vampire costume had wet spots on it. That's when I decided to just go home. Nobody would notice if I left anyway, everyone was talking amongst themselves.
I stood up, and almost collapsed at the same time. Looks like my legs had fallen asleep, lets make this day even better than how it already was. I wiggled my toes to wake my legs up again. Then a shadow was cast over me.
'You know England, I never thought that you or a vampire would be cute, but I guess I wrong,' America said jokingly. 'Shut up you annoying twat!' I just wanted to be alone in my misery but of course that annoyingly loud America needed to show up. I hated my life even more now…
'Uhm, I saw you collapsing and thought that I could maybe help if you want me to,' the country started talking again. 'I'm fine thank you very much, now leave me alone,' I said while standing up. My legs were working properly again, thankfully, so I started walking towards the exit. I felt someone grab my arm, I knew it was America, but I definitely didn't want to put up with this guy, so I just ripped my arm from his grasp.
'Mon cher, where are you going? It isn't time to leave the party yet.' I froze as I knew exactly who that was. Not now. Not now. I slowly turned around, looking at the guy I loved. I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering al over his body. France was dressed as a cat, and I must say, his suit was tight in all the right places. 'Chérie, why are you leaving already. The party hasn't even properly started you know.' That broke my chain of (very dirty) thoughts. 'Gaah, I'm sorry but I forgot to turn the oven of,' I said. Lamest, most cliché excuse ever. I silently screamed at myself for being so stupid. Both America and France were looking at me like I was the weirdest person they had ever known.
'Ooooh, were you baking scones? I'll have one, should I go with you? Then we can come back to the party afterwards,' America suddenly shouted. He instantly got the attention of the whole room. Everyone was looking at him like he had been hit in the head with a brick. 'Qu'est ce qui ne vas pas chez toi?' (What is wrong with you?) France said. He looked concerned for America. Oh how I would like to see that concerned face all for me if I'm ever in trouble. I started daydreaming only to be snapped into reality by Denmark, 'Maybe you should turn your oven off' he wispered so only i could hear.
'Oh right, I need to go now if I don't want my house to burn down,' I said raising my voice. Nobody listened as France was being overly dramatic with helping America, so I just walked out.
When I walked out the door I got hit by a cold October wind. It almost knocked me of my feet. I hadn't noticed that it had begun to storm outside. And that while I was at the party for like half an hour. I continued walking, battling against the wind.
'Wait for me!' I heard a distant cry. I looked back to find America running after me. Looks like he managed to escape France. I hesitated, should I keep walking, or should I wait for the man running towards me? I decided to just walk away like I hadn't heard him, maybe he'll go away. I really wasn't in the mood to entertain an obnoxiously loud American.
'Dude, why didn't you slow down? Didn't you hear me yell after you?' America managed to come walk next to me. 'Maybe I just want to be alone you twat.' I spat back at him. Why couldn't this guy take a hint. The American seemed to be taken aback when he heard my comment. He almost looked hurt… Damnit, now I began to feel sorry for the guy. 'Look America,' I started in a gentler voice, 'I had a heavy day okay. I just want to be alone.' America still looked bummed out. Then he mumbled something about going home himself and left me. Finally, quiet and peace.
Please no flames, a blanket is great at keeping me warm as well :D