Smells like love ch 2
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Tba- awww, you guys are so sweet.
Ps… Yes, I did think about Belarus (and Russia) stalking England. And Swiss? *giggle* he's pretty sweet. *wink*
*giggle* Ok I won't keep you waiting….
England- yeah, yeah. Shut up and start the- Wh-what are you doing?
Tba- hugs England* You smell like Vanilla!~ I love Vanilla! *telling the truth*
England- H-HELP! I'M GOING TO BE RAPED! HELP!
~A mob of nations attack Tba~
Tba- I was just joking! GAH! *dragged off by various nations*
England-runs away*….
*turns to reviewer* … *depressed* never again, I'll quit magic, I'll quit drinking. JUST LET ME SURVIVE THIS FANFIC!
France- Angleterre~
England- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
An extremely annoying ringing interrupted England's very nice dream. He was having a nice talk with the fairies in his dream, did you know, fairies could do that?
England sat up and stretched, wincing a bit when he heard his bones crack.
He rubbed his eyes and yawned, 'meeting today. Bet its going to be just like every other meeting.'
He got off the bed and walked into his bathroom.
'I'll be the first one there.' he pulled the mirror to the side, revealing a cabinet beneath it that stored all his toiletries.
He took out his toothpaste and grabbed his toothbrush from the cup on the sink.
'America will be the last one; France will start making lewd comments. Japan will start agreeing with everyone, Switzerland will bring his gun…'
England washed the cup and toothbrush before putting toothpaste on the brush.
He gently brushed his teeth before rinsing, and repeating.
'Still don't know how he can get a rifle in without anyone saying anything…'
He washed the toothbrush and walked out of the bathroom after doing his 'business'.
'Germany will have to calm everyone down, and then Italy will say 'Paaaaastaaaaa!' like he always does.'
England opened his closet pulling out his 'usual meeting attire'.
He sighed, 'Sometimes I wish something would change.'
He changed into his clothes and walked down stairs into his kitchen.
He checked the time on the clock; he was about an hour early. 'Must have set my clock wrong…'he mused.
He looked around his kitchen, should he cook? Or should he just…
He shook his head; he was not hungry at the moment. He went over to his cupboards and took out a pack of earl gray tea.
He quickly made the tea, sitting at the table and enjoying the aroma.
'Ah, nothing is better than Earl gray.'
He took a sip, the liquid was hot, and burned his tongue slightly, maybe he should have added milk and cream…. *
He gently blew on it, 'well this is going bloody fantastic.'
He finished his tea and looked back at the clock. He was still really early….but then again, the meeting was held in his country this time, so no one would blame him if he was early right?
He looked around the empty house; there wasn't much to do….
He stood up, put his cup in the sink, grabbed his briefcase from the door and walked out of his house.
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~After driving to the meeting place~
(No I am not telling you where, cause you might go there and kidnap the nations!)
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As usual, England was the first there. England put his briefcase down, next to his chair.
There were chairs around the huge table, many chairs.
Sighing England walked to the wooden podium that was in front of the table.
People could write their ideas on a large whiteboard. Needless to say, it was rarely used since they never got anything finished. And all debates (arguments) were verbal.
He picked up the black marker and started writing on the board.
The words, "World meeting" were written in block letters. Probably not his best work, but he was bored.
He looked back at the white board, and felt an urge to…draw, or maybe read.
He turned to look over his shoulder, he had left the door open, and he could see all the way down the hall. He was completely alone.
'M..maybe just a little…' He began drawing every nation he knew in 'chibi form' as Japan liked to call it.
Just as he was drawing Germany, a hand landed on his shoulder.
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"Angleterre… what is this?" France asked, leaning closer to the whiteboard, brushing his cheek against England's as he did so.
"A mini me? How cute-" France froze and blinked twice staring at England.
"W-what?"
"France turned England to face him and took a sniff, "are you wearing cologne?"
"No…" England began to wonder what was up with people, mainly America and France, thinking he was wearing cologne.
France pulled away and smiled, "Are you bored Angleterre?"
England looked at him warily, "What if I am?"
France leaned close, so their noses were almost touching. "Then I have a game we could play."
England took a few steps back; France was acting weird, really weird.
Yes France would make lewd comments, grope people, and hit on anything with legs, but this was not France.
Just before France could do anything, thank god, other nations filed in.
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Through all the hustle and bustle, England was able to slip away unseen, well, maybe not unseen…
(He also wiped the drawings off the whiteboard)
As he settled in his seat, he noticed that many nations were glancing towards him.
It was… very unsettling… Especially since nations like Russia were staring at him, though Russia didn't seem to be angry at him or anything it was still unnerving.
It was as if a thousand hungry wolves were eying him.
He shivered, 'There's no way that's happening. You're just being paranoid, think of something else.'
France slid into the seat next to him, England looked down and saw that France's hand was slowly inching across to his (England's) thigh…
England shifted on his chair, "France don't even-"
"THE HERO HAS ARRIVED!"
England hit his head on the table in front of him. 'And so another day begins.'
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America walked to his seat he carried a box that had the words 'Dunkin' Donuts' on it.
He put it down and sipped his coffee, "nothing like coffee to get me up and running!"
England felt like groaning, 'I already want to go home.'
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America glanced at him and smiled, sitting down he turned to England.
"What's up England?"
"Can we just get this meeting started?" England felt a hand on his thigh and moved away from France, moving closer to America as he did so.
Germany coughed and stood up, England looked at him and their eyes met for a second.
Germany turned away with a light blush on his cheeks and quickly headed to the podium.
'What just happened?' England wondered as Germany stood up on the podium.
Germany glanced at England, and flushed a bit when England noticed him staring.
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"Sh-shall we…" Germany cleared his throat, what was wrong with him today?
"Shall we begin?" He said.
Various nations nodded, and Germany started speaking.
"As we all know, this meeting will be about -"
Italy stood up quickly, "Germany wait!"
Germany turned to Italy, "Yes Italy?"
Italy grinned and turned away from him, staring at England. "Ve~ England, would you like to come over to my house sometime and have pasta with me?"
It took about a minute for England's mind to wrap around the fact that Italy was talking to him.
Normally the ditsy Italian would scream in terror when he saw him.
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He slowly nodded, "al..alright…"
Italy grinned and sat down again, "Ve~ I can't wait!"
The room was silent, dead silent.
England nervously glanced around the room. Russia and various other nations were now giving Italy the 'evil eye'.
Naturally, the Italian did not notice, he was instead, humming a tune under his breath.
Germany cleared his throat, and all eyes turned to him, "Like I was saying, the meetings will continue until the 13th. Since our countries are in a state of peace at the moment, I believe we should discuss the problems that affect us all."
Germany turned to England, "You first."
England blinked and awkwardly stood up, he grabbed a few papers out of his briefcase and walked up to the podium as quickly as he could.
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"Er.. uh.." This was probably one of the most awkward, if not THE most awkward time of his life.
Everyone, and I mean everyone, was staring at him as if he was a piece of meat.
He shivered, wolves, it's like I'm surrounded by wolves.
"Er.. the concept of.. gay marriage…"
France coughed not so discreetly, making England glance at him.
France gave him a wink and mouthed the words, 'Marry me'.
England, being a horrible reader of lips, did not understand and ignored him
"Its er… been legalized in many places. And while some people do support it, other do not. People are starting to protest and think that people who are gay, lesbian, bi, or transsexual should have different bathrooms, showers, and etcetera."
France grinned, "Humans are so silly non? Why should they care if someone likes a certain gender? Love is all that matters."
England had to admit that France did have a point, granted, he was a bit of a romantic himself…
However, in his country, it was known as 'partnership' instead of marriage, but it was the same…right?
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A few nations shifted in their seats, they were the nations that haven't legalized gay marriage or something close to it.
China hugged his panda, it wasn't his fault that his country refuses to accept it… actually most people did or were unsure, but it was not legalized anyway.
Russia smiled to himself, Lithuania and Latvia shivered.
Liechtenstein looked down, her brother had allowed 'partnerships', so why hadn't she?
England was rather glad that most people had stopped looking at him.
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He accidentally brushed his hand over a paper and it fell in front of the podium.
He walked around and bent down to get it.
Someone (ok, maybe more than one) whistled and England immediately flushed and stood up.
The surprising thing was, not only was it France, it was also Spain and Prussia.
(How did Prussia get there? He snuck in, because he's awesome like that.)
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"Nice ass." Prussia said winking at him.
England wanted a hole to swallow him up, he really did.
This day could not get any worse.
He Was (Bloody) (Fucking) Wrong.
After the 'incident' with the bad touch trio. The meeting continued smoothly for about three hours.
England was just happy his turn was over and he did not have to go through that again.
For your information, Hungary knocked France and Prussia into unconsciousness while Romano was lecturing Spain.
England had his head on his arms, trying to ignore the rest of the world, but he did hear a bit of other conversations…
"You will leave England alone! Is that clear Spain?"
"Ahh! But Romano-"
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
England groaned, everybody was acting so weird.
France, who had just woken up smirked, "Ah Angleterre, you moan an awful lot."
America nodded, "yeah, a lot."
England rolled his eyes, knowing France could not see it, "Yeah, whenever I'm thinking about the two of you."
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France grinned, and America smiled, having only caught the 'thinking about (the two of) you.'
England quickly sat up, his face red, "I-I didn't mean it like that! It-it came out wrong!"
France smirked, "of course it did."
"Stupid frog!" England grabbed his folder and began to beat France up with it.
America watched as England hit France repeatedly with the folder.
He opened the box he bought with him, and tapped England on the shoulder.
England turned around, "what do you want America?"
America grinned and pushed the box to him. "I can't finish this so you can have it."
England looked at the box, Dunkin' doughnuts.
He opened it, spotting a chocolate doughnut covered with heart shaped sprinkles. **
He turned to America, who was smiling. "Uh.. Thanks."
America nodded and got up, "Ahh! Lunch break! I'm going to get some coffee, would you like to come with me England?"
England shook his head, taking a bit out of the doughnut. "No, I'm fine."
America walked away, a bit sad that England hadn't taken the 'bait.'
England finished the doughnut and tossed the box in the trash bin, he was about to walk out of the room when someone grabbed his sleeve.
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"England-san!"
England turned to Japan, he smiled a bit, "Hi Japan. Is there something you need?"
Japan blushed lightly, "Oh um... I was wondering... if you would... maybe like to have lunch with me..."
Japan let go of his sleeve and looked down at his feet, a light blush across his face. 'say yes, say yes, say yes!'
England nodded, "Sure."
Japan smiled and walked with England to the garden outside.
~For the England Japan fans~
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They sat on a small stone bench in front of a bare tree.
Today was warm, even though it was winter.
Japan took out a bento (wrapped with a piece of cloth) out of his bag.
He untied the cloth and opened the bento.
Truthfully, England did rather enjoy Japanese food; it was rare that the two would hang out.
Japan opened the lid and took out a pair of wooden chopsticks from his bag.
"England-san, would you like some eggs or vegetables?"
England blushed, "ahh no, that's not necessary. I'm not that-"
His stomach grumbled loudly. England flushed harder, 'I forgot to eat breakfast, but I did have America's doughnut so...'
Japan chuckled, and took a small tomato from the bento with his chopsticks.
He turned to England with it, "say 'ahh' England-san."
England blushed, he could feed himself, but Japan was being nice so… It wouldn't hurt right?
Japan pressed the tomato to England's mouth waiting patiently.
England blushed and opened his mouth a bit, and took the tomato. He turned around, away from Japan, and ate it.
Next to him, Japan was turned away from him, blushing lightly, a pleased expression on his face. 'It feels like we're lovers!'
England turned back to Japan, "Japan?"
Japan turned to him and smiled, "do you want some more England-san?"
"Y-yes please…"
After England and Japan finished eating, Japan insisted on feeding him, and despite how embarrassed he was, he complied.
They sat in silence, enjoying the view of the garden.
"This... is nice." England said.
Japan nodded, "yes... very nice."
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England closed his eyes. Peace and quiet, there was no America, or France, it was perfect…
"E-England-san…"
England opened his eyes and turned to Japan, "yes?"
Japan shifted a bit, "If... if you like, you could... rest your head on my lap…"
England blushed heavily, think of something to say idiot!
He quickly stood up, "I think our break is over, w-we should get going Japan!"
Japan nodded and got up as well. "If you say so England-san."
England walked in front of him. Japan frowned a bit, he was looking forward to the lap pillow…
He wanted to run his hand though England's hair and watch him sleep.
Japan blushed and slapped his cheek, "Watashi no baka." (I am a idiot)
"J-Japan?"
As England walked down the halls, he realized he had lost Japan somewhere.
"That's weird… he was right behind me…"
He heard footsteps, he turned thinking it was Japan. Only to see Belarus walking, more like stomping, towards him. Why him? Wasn't she usually stalking Russia?
He quickly looked around, no one was around, she wouldn't do anything to him right?
She stopped a few feet from him, "You!"
England froze, "me?"
Belarus's eye twitched "YES YOU!"
England gulped, I don't want to die yet! "yes..?"
Belarus slowly walked towards England, who was too terrified to move.
After they were only about two feet apart she took out a red card from a pocket on her dress and pushed it into his hand.
Then she turned around and fled.
England blinked, what just happened?
He looked down at the card, the words, 'to England, from Belarus' told him it was definitely not for Russia.
He slowly opened it, it had the words 'Be mine' written inside a big heart.
It was… kind of sweet actually… at least, until he heard it.
He didn't know that it was those kind of cards that had a chip in it that played a song when you opened it, if he did, he would have never opened it.
"Marry me. marry me. marry me. marry me. marry me!" England quickly closed it and put it in his coat pocket.
Maybe... it would be useful… for say… scaring Russia off?
He groaned, this day was getting weirder and weirder.
A/n
* I was referring to England's song, 'pub and go'. In one part, he's drinking tea and scolds his tongue.
Then says it tastes better if you add milk and cream to it. He was sooo cute~
** Valentines day dunkin' doughnuts for your loved one. I am not joking.
I heard it while I was in the car. They made it sound so delicious. (Apparently the other dude got his loved one a diamond encrusted horse (what?)) Although to be honest, they repeated the word Chocolate three times, so it could have been that.
I did look it up, to see how it looked like (for research! I swear!) and it looked.. Delicious- I MEAN valentines-zy.
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And people, just so you know, the scores are...
Fruk- 2
(blush* a fav of mine, I have to admit… But its for the reviewers! THE REVIEWERS TO DECIDE!)
EnglandJapan/ AsaKiku- 2
(You all should be happy I know what Asakiku is. Otherwise I'd be asking so many questions) (although, now that I think about it, Arthur = Asa… hm…)
USUK- 2
(Blush* I'm really into this pairing, but I will not be swayed by my emotions alone!)
BelarusUk- (I knew it. I knew it.) 2
Uk Romano- (?)- 1
Perhaps UkSwiss?
~Oh you people and your crack pairings. *giggle*
~Currently- Tie btwn FrUk, UkJapan, BelaUk, Usuk. And UkRomano in 5th?
The rest have zero. Poll is up people. You can vote 2 pairings max (in the poll)
You can change your vote (reviews) if you want to.
Ahhh you people are sooo mean~ You're lucky I already had some ideas. Cause how awkward would I be if I didn't?
~To be honest, I only thought about this on the 10th. (no seriously)
I wanted to make it so that it would end on Valentines day, but I knew it wasn't possible.
(How many chapters? Who's the admirer? WHAT DO I BLOODY DO?)
answer~
Chapters-
Normally one chapter would be a day, but if it's a long day its going to be two chapters.
Who's the admirer?-
That depends on the reviewers.
What do I bloody do-
I have to get ideas and write what you guys want, er.. sorta.
*sigh* oh well, if you're enjoying it that's fine…. And er.. as long as you review to tell me how happy you are.
God I sound like a sap…
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