Who does Julia Like?
"You've gotta like someone!" Alice said
"I do… I guess."
"Tell me!"
"Okay… erm Canada…"
"Who?"
"Canada!"
Alice rubbed her chin, with a thoughtful look on her face, "What does he look like, I can't remember him…"
Julia blushed "Um, blue eyes, sandy blonde hair, glasses, and this little curl that sticks out."
"Oh you mean Alfred!" The brit smiled to herself
The Prussian interrupted "No, Matthew! I can't believe people confuse the two. They're nothing alike."
"Oh, that one, I wondered what his name was, you like him? Why, he seems too softspoken for one such as yourself."
"Uh, look at him! He's gorgeous! He creams Alfred in a, who's sexier competition. And he isn't a dick like Al either!"
Alice smiled at Julia "You like him a lot, don't you?
Julia's crimson blush extended to her ears. "Well, I… yeah."
"Have you ever talked to him? He seems pretty anti-social."
Julia then tells Alice about the time she talked to him.
****Flashback****
I walked up to him he was sitting by himself, like always, today he was eating pancakes with a large amount of Canadian Maple Syrup on them. I brace myself and walk up to him.
"So you like pancakes, huh?" what a stupid question of course he likes pancakes!
"Sure! I practically invented flapjacks!" he smiled at me he had syrup on his face and a juvenile smile. My heart sped up. "You're Julia right? Gilbert's sister?" I think I stopped breathing, he knew who I was by name!
"Uh yeah,"
"Have a seat," I had been standing there like an idiot I sat hurriedly, he took another bite of the syrupy mess, I examined him, his eyes weren't really blue, they had a violet tinge to them and I found it incredibly beautiful. I knew Meghan, she resembled him a little, but she didn't match him, not in the slightest. "So Julia, why did you come over here? Most people wouldn't notice me if I came in here naked."
I pictured what that would look like and almost gave myself a projectile nosebleed, "Oh, just trying to get to know you better, I think you're pretty awesome."
"Thanks, most people prefer Alfred."
"Alfred doesn't suit my fancy." He laughed and pushed his glasses up his nose before taking another bite of his pancakes. I should mention that glasses are a big turn-on for me.
"And I do? Eh?"
I could feel myself blushing as red as the sweatshirt he was wearing, I should also mention that I think that his little eh, at the end of his sentences, is the most adorable thing ever! "Uh, yeah," then Gil was calling for me, and I excused myself from his riveting presence.
****End flashback****
"So you talked about pancakes?"
"Yeah,"
"Enh well I guess you two could be cute…"
Hee! Even though I prefer Canada with Russia or in crack, Kumajiro, I think I did okay. So Ideas are welcome and I will update when I decide to get off my lazy butt!