Chapter 2: Visiting
Ansel stretched as he got out of the car. He snorted as he rubbed his back. After a long plane ride from Belgium to Connecticut and then driving a car, he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was sleep. He walked through the thick snow up to the large wooden door. He knocked on it loudly, hoping that Maryse was home.
Maryse was a beautiful blonde and blue eyed woman. She was Alfred Jones daughter. Yup, she was the personification of the gorgeous state Connecticut. The American turned her head as she heard a knock at her door? Who could it possibly be? Most likely one of her annoying brothers or something of the sort. The sight that met her was quite the opposite when she opened the door.
"Ansel," she squealed, a blush crossing her cheeks.
The woman was dressed in dirty pajamas and her hair was a mess. Not to mention, her cheeks were bright red. The Belgian man didn't notice though. He laughed and ruffled her soft hair.
"Hey Maryse! I hope this isn't a bad time to come over."
Maryse shook her head, moving out of the way so he could walk in. He walked in, content. It was much nicer to be in the warmth of a house than in the blistering cold snow. The American brushed off some papers from the couch, offering the spot to the other. Ansel nodded his thanks as he sat down, rubbing his hands together.
The woman laughed as she sat down next to him. He scooted closer, laying his head on her shoulder. Maryse looked down at him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders.
"Did something happen, my little waffle boy?"
Ansel sighed, closing his eyes so he could relax.
"Berenice and I broke up."
This caused the American to frown. She rubbed her hand up and down his shoulder, trying to comfort him.
"I'm sorry."
"No. It's alright," he said with a small smile, opening his eyes.
Maryse looked down at him with her own small smile. Ansel stared into her eyes. God, they were so blue. One could truly just get lost in them. Even if she hadn't showered today, she was beautiful like always. Sometimes, when she wasn't looking, the country would take longing looks at her. It wasn't like he liked her or anything. He just appreciated her. Right?
If that were right though, why was he kissing her?
