Summary- America meets England and France all over again.
Warning- FRANCE!
*Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia in any way*
Canada
By the look on his face, I could tell America saw exactly what I saw: A girl with big blue eyes and blond hair cut right above her shoulders. She wore a navy-green skirt , shirt and the same bomber jacket and glasses as before. America examined him-or should I say her-self for a few minutes. As I was about to say something my bear, Mr. Kumocheeko, said "What's that?" We all stayed silent until we heard the sound of footsteps on the sidewalk. England was coming back!
Without making a noise, not even thinking for that matter, we raced into the hallway, through the kitchen, and out the side-door. After about three minutes, we stopped. As I caught my breath, America said, "We need to go back." I replied, "Are you crazy! We can't go back! England will catch us if we do!" "I know, I know. I meant, as soon as possible..." Her voice trailed off.
We walked around many blocks, going on snippets of conversation here and there but other than that, we didn't talk.
After turning a corner, we saw England. What! Okay, don't worry! He won't notice me! He never does! I thought. But, what I didn't think of is that maybe he would notice America. He always noticed America more than me. England greeted me, "Hello, Canada." He saw America. "Who are you?" America replied, "I'm," he had a slight pause as if thinking, "Emily!" Of all the names she could have chose she chose Emily. Well, no use in saying anything now.
England seemed a little nervous as he said, "Well, nice to meet you." You could have seen that he was blushing a bit. He looked at his watch and said, "Look at the time. I've got to go." We stood and watched him frantically walk way. "I wonder what's with him?" America said. Even as a female, he still couldn't sense the mood. But, I knew almost exactly what was with England.
America
Canada and I walked all the way to the park, while talking about what we each think happened to me. "Maybe you said the wrong spell." Canada suggested. I thought it over. "That might have happened, but I'm sure I read the right one." We sat on the first bench in our path.
We were about to continue our conversation when France came up to us. Canada greeted him, "Hello France." He replied, "Bonjour Canada." He turned to me and said, "I'm France. Who are you, demoiselle?" "I'm Emily. Nice to meet you," I replied. "It's my pleasure." He then sat really close to me. Wow, I felt really, really weird. Naturally, I scooted farther but, France sat so close that I was practically sitting on Frances lap.
I stood up and turned to France, "Could you not be so close to me." He looked disappointed. "But Emily," he said with that French accent he has. "This is the usual distance that people share in France." Then he walked up and stood much too close to me.
I whispered to Canada, "Dude, can you get rid of him? He's scaring me a bit." he nodded. He said something in French and France walked away looking very disappointed as he slunk away. He suddenly stood up strait, blew me a kiss, and said, "If you change your mind, just find me okay." I didn't know what he was talking about but, I didn't argue. After France was out of sight, I asked, "Canada, what did you tell him? I may need to know just in case I run into him and you aren't with me." He simply replied with, "I just said that you weren't interested."
"And that he was a total pervert sometimes..." he added. I giggled at that.
France and England hit on America. Who eles thinks that there is going to be a rivalry? And I had America call himself "Emily" because that's the most used human name for female America.
Please review and give me advice because I'm new to this. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry it's so short.
A motivated author,
America fangirl
