Virginia
Hair: Wavy, honey-blonde shade, usually worn with flowers.
Skin: Fair, with light lips and cheeks
Eyes: Soft blue color
Personality: Polite, Helpful, Charming, & Sweet.
Misc: Very kind and a beautiful singer. An amateur baker, actually makes tasty scones.
Favorite book is Sherlock Holmes.
When I rang the doorbell at America's house, England was there to greet me. I was caught off guard, but in a pleasant way. I had always been fond of England, and he had always been kind to me. I gave him a charming smile as I attempted to impress him."Good day, old chap!" I said cheerfully. He grinned, "Virginia! Wonderful timing. I was just about to run to the store. Would you like to come along and keep me company?"
I nodded, "That would be lovely. Just let me put the scones I brought for the party inside." He led me to the kitchen, where France was waiting. As I sat down my serving tray, he reached for my hand and kissed it gently. "What a delight, my dear Virginia! You are looking as beautiful as ever..."
I blushed, "Thank you, France, and likewise." He beamed in sheer happiness at my reply. "Hon hon hon, you're as sweet as a Bonbon on a hot summer-" "That'll be enough, you git!" England interrupted. He slapped France's hand away from mine.
"Oh calm down, Britain. Can't a man confess his adoration for such a gorgeous girl?" France asked. England rolled his eyes. "I suggest that you keep the fancy talk to yourself, Frog." he said sternly. I frowned, "Boys, please? Don't argue! Here, have a scone."
I removed the plastic wrap from my dish and handed one scone to each of them. England accepted it eagerly, although France was a bit apprehensive. I gave it to him anyway. "Go on," I told him, "It's not bad." He seemed not so sure, but he still took a bite. He seemed pleased. "You're right, their delicious!" he exclaimed.
I smiled, "They're Cranberry flavor with Orange frosting. And thank you!" I turned to England. "Do you like them?" I asked. He looked at me, shocked. "These... These scones are the most delicious confections I've ever eaten!" he said, "Truly amazing!" My heart was jumping in my chest with joy, and I could feel my face tingling.
France smirked, " Maybe she could give you a few pointers, eh, tea-sipper?" England held France up by the collar. "ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY MUMSIE'S SCONE RECIPE?" "Okay, boys! I think we should go to the store now!" I said quickly, pulling England out the door. "We'll be back in about 20 minutes!" I shouted to France, then closed the front door behind us.
"Virginia, why did you do that?" England asked me as we walked to his car, "I should have taught that wanker a thing or two." I sighed, "He gets a rise out of you for his own entertainment. He only wants to see how you react to it, so don't give him the satisfaction!" England thought for a moment, "Hmm... I'll try that." I smiled as he opened the passenger door for me. He got into the driver's seat, and we sped off to the store.
"Hey, Virginia, what do you think about this ice cream stuff?" England asked as we approached the house. I shrugged, "I love sorbet more , but if you put vanilla ice cream on top of a hot scone... Oh, it's just dreamy!" I sighed sweetly, "Mmm-Mmm! I could use a taste of that right about now."
The door was unlocked, so we let ourselves inside. However, we discovered as we put away the groceries that there was no one around. Suddenly, we heard a door slam, and people laughing. "What the devil was that?" England asked. I looked at him, "I don't know, but I think we should go find out."
We followed the sound to the living room, where everyone was seated in a circle, looking at America and California. They were kissing, and when they parted America was grinning ear to ear. "Woah!" he exclaimed, red in the face from blushing so hard.
"America, what on earth is going on in here?" England demanded. America grabbed both my and England's arms, "I'm sooooo glad you asked!" He lead us to a closet door and threw both of us inside "It looks to me that we found our next couple!" he smirked. France shouted in after us. "You have 7+7 minutes in heaven, you two! Make it count!" he said, then closed the door behind us.
England and I both sat on the floor, speechless. After a minute, England spoke up, "When I get my hands on Alfred and that snail-slurping lunatic, I'll personally serve them their blasted ice cream right up their-""England!" I hissed, "I didn't know you spoke that way!" He frowned. "I'm sorry, Virginia. I just... I just don't understand why they threw us in here... You know... Together..."
My heart fell. Somehow, though I didn't know why it hurt so badly. "So," my voice cracked, "You wouldn't want to be stuck in here with me?" A tear fell and hit the carpet. I heard him stuttering. "N-no!" he stammered, "That's not it at all!"
He grabbed my hand. I looked into his eyes, and even in the darkness of the closet I could see he was being genuinely honest. My heart kicked up and started beating like a dead car engine roaring back to life again. Was I... Was I feeling something for England? I had never thought before this moment that I felt romantically for him. But now...
Suddenly, England bent forward and kissed me. My mind went foggy. When I realized what was happening, I kissed back, gently but with feeling. When we parted, he cleared his throat nervously. "I... I don't know if you fancy me that way, but I-" I interrupted him my kissing him on the cheek. I sat back on my heels, grinning warmly at him. He touched the cheek I kissed him on with his hand, and smiled back.
"It just so happens that I do." I said.
Upon my announcement, we were startled by the enormous, "Awwwwww!" that erupted from right outside the door. England rolled his eyes. "We heard you." He called out. We listened to the group shuffle away from the door, laughing all the way back. I giggled, "I guess that means everyone else approves."
"Well," he said, "We still have about 10 minutes or so... What do you want to do?" I smiled at him, and now knowing I wouldn't be rejected, decided to actually make our time together heavenly.
I took my hands and held his face softly. We met in a sweet series of kisses as he wrapped his arms around my waist. My dress strap fell as he trailed his kisses down my neck and across my shoulders. I breathed softly as he lied me out on the floor, where he continued to kiss my body. I ran my fingers through his hair as he rose up to look over me.
He examined my face and smiled, "You're blushing." I looked away shyly. "I've never been kissed," I admitted, "Or kissed anyone before." I looked at him, "Though I'm glad my first one was with you." He replied, "There is no one I would have rather been put in this closet with than you, Virginia."
"In fact," he said as he helped me sit up."I've been in love with you for quite a while now. You're so purely beautiful, kind, and innocent. I would die for you, gladly and in a heartbeat." I was stunned by this speech.
I blushed harder, "England... I love you too, with all my heart." I embraced him in a hug, and we held each other for the few minutes we had until the door swung wide open.
America appeared puzzled as he looked down on us. "Only hugging? Come ooooon! We gave you guys 14 minutes!" England helped me up off the floor and lead me to the kitchen. Although America couldn't bathe in the cheeky mischief he had caused, I was sure that he was smiling as he saw both England and I walk out of the room, hand in hand...
