Smells like love ch 4
Tba- England they're called PANTS
England- TROUSERS!
Tba- pants!
England- TROUSERS!
Tba-come on! Pants are so much easier to say!
England- pants is short for pantaloons!
Tba-… and what the hell are pantaloons?
England- face palm* ugh. Bloody Americans.
Tba- *checks it on google* HA! Pantaloons are a type of Trousers, so I WIN!
England- FIREBALL! *fireball flies out of England's hand*
Tba- ahhhh! *ducks*
England- They are trousers and that's final!
Tba- *mumbling angrily about England* just for that, I'll have people grope you…After your nightmare.
England- what?
Tba- I played a hetalia dating game, I got Norway…. So Norway will be in this chapter!
Norway-…thank you.
Tba- So cute! (I think all the characters are cute, in their own ways of course.) By the way, because I can't space, I decided to indicates spaces with(.) It just looks much more organized.
~by the way, I found out there's a story similar to this, with America being the one who has everybody over him. (there are differences, the general idea is the same though…) I swear I didn't take this idea from them! I didn't even know until a few days ago!
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Walking through the halls, he noticed noise coming from a room.
Not just any room, it came from the meeting room.
The fact that the others were already there should have told him that something was wrong.
Instead, he opened the door as he did the day before, all the people in the room turned to him.
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They looked like they all had been in some sort of brawl or something.
The second they saw him, they started pushing each other and trying to get over to him.
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The result?
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Most of the nations unconscious on the floor, with America, France, Russia, Belarus, Japan, Spain, the two Italians, and the German nations (Austria, Prussia, Germany) in front of him pushing each other.
They were all down on their knees, and they all took out a box from, either their shirt pocket, or from their pa-(trousers.)
The rings gleamed in their respective boxes.
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"England…" they all said simultaneously.
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"Will you marry me?"
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THUD
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England had fainted.
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England quickly sat up. What was that? A dream? It felt… so real.
He sighed and turned, only to see the faces in his dream.
"So what do you say England?" France asked.
Russia smiled, "Become one Da?" Belarus was next to him, she looked very determined, "Marry marry marry."
America smiled, "Please England?"
Japan shuffled awkwardly, "It... it is not like me to say such things but... I would... really like to…"
Spain laughed, "We could have a farm and..."
Romano elbowed Spain in the ribs, "No, he's coming with us. Right Veneziano?"
Italy nodded jumping up and down, "Right! Ve~ We can eat pasta all day. We'll cook so you don't have to. Ve~"
Germany looked away, "If you decide not to… I won't mind."
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Austria bought him a steaming hot cup of tea, Prussia laughed.
"Obviously he's gonna marry the awesome me!" Austria glared at Prussia, saying how he (Prussia) was not sophisticated enough to marry England.
America looked at Prussia and then turned to England, "that's not true right England? You like me more than him right?"
France winked, "Ah, but he will be choosing moi."
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"Eng-England-san I…"
"Hey England!"
"Angleterre-"
"England! Ve~"
"Hey! Are you listening England?"
"Would you like some more tea England?"
"Pick the awesome me England!"
"England-"
"Inglaterra-"
"Angliya -"
"Marry England. Marry England."
Feb 12th~
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England screamed and sat up quickly. He heard of having a dream within a dream, but that was…
He shuddered, hopefully that didn't mean anything…
He cautiously looked around the room, he was in his bed room.
He glanced at his clock it was 5:30. The meeting started at 8, he had to get there by 7, he always got there before the others. Today would be no different. Or so he hoped.
Trying to push the dream to the back of his mind, he got ready.
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He made his way down stairs, noticing the box of chocolates, Belarus's card, Russia's sunflowers, and France's champagne on his kitchen table.
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He sighed, and got a vase to put the sunflowers in, they did seem to brighten the room with their vibrant color.
He put Switzerland's chocolate into his fridge, and France's Champagne in his alcohol stash. He honestly didn't know what to do with Belarus's card.
He settled for leaving it on the table. It wasn't like it was going to do something, so there was no harm in that.
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~Living room~
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He spent a whole hour embroidering, since it helped him calm down.
For you information, embroidering is very manly.
… He used an embroidery hoop, because it's just easier, and white handkerchiefs.
You never know when you might need a spare handkerchief.
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He made a rose, his country's national flower, and a unicorn.
He was halfway through making his flag when he looked at the time.
It was already 6:45, he put his embroidery on the table, and grabbed his brief case.
He was going to be late.
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He cautiously opened the door and glanced around the room.
It was currently, he checked his phone, 7: 10.
No one was in the room he entered slowly. Hoping nothing would jump out at him.
Once he made it to his seat, he let out a sigh of relief. With no one to bother him, he could actually catch up on some sleep.
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Unfortunately, the moment was short lived.
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"Angleterre!" France said, literally skipping into the room.
Out of every nation, why did it have to be France?
I take that back, France is not as bad as Belarus or Russia.
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France hugged England from behind, "Comment es-tu mon lapin adorable?"
England elbowed France, "you know I don't understand French!"
France laughed and gave England his space, "I said, 'how are you my adorable rabbit?'"
"What did I tell you about nicknames France!"
"Would you rather I call you Iggy?"
"…"
"Lapin it is then."
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England growled under his breath, and put his head down on the table.
"I'm going to sleep. Wake me when the other arrive…." He turned to glare at France. "And if you try anything I will-"
France laughed, "Non. I would never. "
England grumbled to himself and fell asleep, using his arms as a pillow.
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France smiled; England was quite adorable when he is asleep.
He sits down in his chair and gently runs his fingers through England's hair. Despite how rough it looked, it was soft; you really cannot judge things by how they look.
England sighed contently and unconsciously moved closer to France.
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France lightly shook England's shoulder. "Its time for the meeting Angleterre."
England groaned lightly, and sat up rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.
"What time is it?" England asked blinking a few times.
"Its eight, I believe that the others will be here any second."
England nodded and covered a yawn with his hand.
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The doors opened, all the nations filed in, including an extremely happy America.
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America walked over to them, "Hey England! … France."
England nodded, "If there something you need America?"
America smiled, "Yeah, just give me a sec." America turned around and headed to the podium. As soon as the nations settled, he cleared his throat.
"Okay! As you all know Valentines Day is approaching!"
There were murmurs or agreement, as well as some glances at England.
Japan blushed and looked at his lap.
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"And well, my boss, thought that we should all get together to celebrate it!"
Italy clapped his hands, "A party! Ve~ will there be pasta?"
America laughed, "Cuisine from every country!"
France nodded, "What a wonderful idea."
Prussia smirked and folded his arms over his chest, "There better be beer." (Yes Prussia snuck in, again.)
America laughed, "Sure."
England sighed, "Is that all you wanted to say America?"
America laughed, "Actually, I thought of an awesome game we could all play."
Most of the nations groaned, knowing America's 'games' normally included running, skills (of the game), and strength.
America smiled, "Its going to be a masquerade ball." He turned to England, "You like that kind of stuff right?"
England nodded slowly, what was America getting at? "Yes… yes I do."
America slammed his fist down on the podium, "then its settled. England will be the prize!"
The nations broke into uproar. Complaining to America that he didn't even explain the rules of the 'game'.
England was cursing at America, telling him that he was no 'prize' to be won.
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America smiled, "OK calm down. I'll tell you the rules of the game."
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"OK, the thing is, all of us have to wear a mask, including England."
Romano rolled his eyes, "That's what a masquerade is."
"We can all dress up how ever we want, but we all have to have the same eye color and hair color. Meaning people like Japan and China have to buy blond wigs and colored contacts."
"Why aru?"
"A-America-kun?"
"Well, if everybody looks the same, then we can't tell who England is right?"
Everybody nodded, except for England that is…
"If we do that, then the whole place is filled with people that look pretty much the same right?" The nations nodded again.
"That way, the only way you can find England, is by knowing him really well."
France leaned on his hand, "what do you mean?"
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America grinned, "Like, you could tell its England, without asking. If you think you got England, you have to ask to remove their mask and that other person removes yours. If your mask is removed, and that person isn't England, you're not allowed to participate anymore!"
England had to admit, it was a good idea, at least for America.
"So everyone agrees?"
"America-kun, how about we ask England-san if he's ok with it?" All eyes turned to England.
England looked away, "uh... I guess. But I still don't like the idea of being the prize."
"Alright! The party's on the 14th, valentines day! Remember it ok? Don't wear any costumes that make you stand out ok England?"
England sighed, this was worse than his nightmare.
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~Lunch break~
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Unlike what England had thought, no one approached him with marriage proposals.
… Not that he was disappointed about that.
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Something tugged on his jacket. He looked down to see a white bear staring at him.
They stared at each other.
"Uh…"
The bear stepped back and fidgeted a little bit before handing England a red heart shaped pillow (with lace around the edges) with the words, 'I love you' on it.
England took it and looked at the bear, the bear turned around and ran back to its owner.
Its owner, slowly walked to England, the bear in his arms. The blonde nations had a small bag in his hand as well.
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What was his name again? Ca…something…
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"E-England... hello... there."
"Hello Canada." England smiled at him.
Canada flushed lightly and tried to cover his blush with his pet. Somebody actually remembered his name!
"Um... England... I uh… Valentines... would you… maybe…" Shifting his pet, he held out the bag, "F-for you."
England smiled, "Thank you Canada. But you didn't have to."
Canada shook his head as England took the bag, "N-no! I wanted to. I wanted to give you a gift. And I was wondering if... You would… maybe…"
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A hand landed on Canada's shoulder, "What's up?"
Canada turned to see his brother, America.
"A-America. What are you doing here?"
America grinned, "I just thought I'd spend some time with you uh…."
"Canada. My name's Canada."
"Right! Anyway let's go somewhere else!" America proceeded to guide Canada out the room.
Canada looked over his shoulder at England. He was so close! Stupid America, he... he was definitely going to yell at him!
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England watched them leave, 'I wonder what Canada was going to ask me...'
He looked into the bag, it was a heart shaped bottle of maple syrup…
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Belarus peaked into the room, and then at the slowly disappearing duo.
She muttered something that sounded like, 'competition' and slipped away.
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England sighed, holding a paper cup filled with tea. Today seemed... normal.
He walked through the halls, they seemed oddly empty, but then again, everyone was on their lunch break.
England smiled and sipped his tea, did that mean the spell wore off already?
"E-England! I need to talk to you… aru." a voice behind him said.
England turned around, China was walking toward him, holding his shinatty-chan.
"Yes China?"
China looked away, "Oh um. I was… hoping to learn more about this Valentines Day... We... don't celebrate it in China aru."
(Not true. They do celebrate it. Its just on the 7th month, 7th day on the lunar calendar, normally around August. Its celebrated differently though…)
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"Oh, Valentines day is.. Uh, how about we return to the meeting room and I can tell you?"
China nodded, "Ok aru."
~Meeting room~
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England and China sat next to each other, China sitting in America's seat.
"On Valentines day, lovers give each other presents and go on dates. It's also for people who don't have a significant other, like little kids. Children give each other cards called 'valentines'. Normally they write a poem of some sort. Those valentines are given to the people they think are special, like their family members and friends. "
He took a sip of his tea, China waited for him to continue.
"The colors associated with Valentines day are red, and pink. Most people give each other red roses or chocolates to their partner."
"Can you give something other than flowers and chocolate aru?"
"Yes. Those are just what most people give. They also give teddy bears."
"S-stuffed animals aru?" China held onto shinatty-chan, a gleam in his eyes.
"Yeah."
China smiled, "So its ok to give the one you like a stuffed animal right aru?"
England nodded, "Yeah…"
China stood up and handed England shinatty-chan. "then this is for you!"
"Eh?"
China nodded and smiled, "For you England."
"B-but why?"
China looked away, "Because… Wǒ ài nǐ" (I love you.)
England blinked, "What?"
China quickly shook his hands in front of his face, blushing lightly, "N-nothing aru!" China quickly ran out the room.
"W-Wait! What did you say? China!"
England looked at the door, almost hoping that China would come back and tell him what he had said. He looked down at Shinatty-chan. It was… important to China, so why did China give it to him?
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He sighed, stupid spell.
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~Lets check out with the other countries for a moment. Just for some... fresh air.
No I lied, its cause other countries need some 'screen time' too. Besides, I promised.
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Finland and Sweden sat in the cafeteria, Finland eating a half of a sandwich he made, he gave the other half to Sweden because he forgot his lunch.
"Hey, Su-san what do you think we should get England?"
"mm." Sweden bit his sandwich, thinking to himself.
"I was thinking of getting him a pet! Like Hanatamago, oh but he already has a pet..."
Sweden grunted in agreement.
"What do you think we should get him Su-san?"
"mm.. (a)rt."
"Really? You think he'd like that?"
"mm. (Mu)seums."
Finland nodded and clapped his hands together, "oh yeah! Those were really pretty paintings! How about this…"
He turned to Sweden with a smile, "Lets make it ourselves! It'll be really special! What do you think Su-san?"
Sweden nodded, "good at (pain)ting?"
Finland smiled, "Well, maybe we could make something else if that doesn't work out. What do you think Su-san?"
"(Sculp)ture."
Finland nodded, "of what?"
"mm.. rose."
"Perfect! England really loves roses doesn't he?"
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~Anybody thinking of Su-san making a cute bird holding a rose in its beak? No? just me?~
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"Mm... he does."
Finland smiled, "ok! Lets get started Su-san!" Finland took out a pen from his pocket and took a napkin, sketching.
Sweden watched him and mumbled something that sounded like 'gamy.'
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After a few minutes, the nations returned to the meeting room to continue with their… meeting…
Unfortunately, the only thing that they talked about happened to be about the party America's boss was throwing. It was two days away, who could possibly get ready in time for a masquerade with such little time?
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England did however, have many… clothes from the Victorian Era… *
… What was America's definition of 'clothes that make you stand out'?
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He decided it would probably be better to ask someone else what they were going to wear.
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~A little while later~
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While America was talking about 'global warming', England nudged France with his foot.
"France…"
"Yes?"
"What are you going to wear for the masquerade?"
"I believe America said anything is fine."
"He said don't wear anything that 'stands out'."
"That is true, but this is meant to be a masquerade. I suppose, dresses and tuxedos are in order, since it is a formal party."
"Right that's what I thought. So what are-?"
"England!" America yelled, "Are you even listening to me?"
"Of course I am America."
"What did I just say?"
"America, a giant robot cannot be built to push the sun away."
America pouted, how did England manage to listen to him and talk to France at the same time?
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Norway looked away, turning to a fairy that no one but he and England could see. However, since England was distracted, he did not notice that Norway was talking to a fairy.
He pulled a card out of his pocket; the fairy nodded and held the card. The card was larger than the fairy, so it was hard for her to carry it.
She let out a soft tune and her friends appeared, they all grabbed a corner and nodded to Norway.
Norway got up and opened the window; the fairies flew out with his card.
A dwarf stood on the other side of the window. (They're on the 1st floor).
Norway looked around to make sure no one was paying attention and took a bag from under his chair.
He gave it to the dwarf, who hurried away quickly.
"Thank you…"
Denmark threw an arm around Norway, "What are you doing? Huh? Norway?"
"Annoying…"
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Iceland looked at England, then to America and France.
His puffin, Mr. Puffin, jumped on the ground next to him.
"Come on! Just give it to him!"
His hands tightened around the flowers he held under the table.
"No… I think…"
"Just give it to him already!"
"But…"
"If you don't give it to him, he'll never know right? So just give it to him and get over with it already!"
"But…"
"Do I have to do everything?" Puffin grabbed the flowers from Iceland's hand and ran to England with it.
"You better be grateful I'm doing this!"
"Ah! W-wait!"
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"Ok this is the end of the meeting!" America said cheerfully.
England sighed about time, he blinked, feeling something pull on his jacket.
He looked down and saw… a puffin? Wait, that puffin's belly was black, and he had a red bow tie.
"Yes?"
The puffin took the flowers from its beak and held it out to England, "For you."
"Oh... Uh... thank you.." England took the flowers. A white dryad and a rose, both tied with a silver ribbon.
"W-wait!"
England turned to the voice, and saw Iceland running over to him.
"That… its not.."
The puffin stomped its foot, "You're just too afraid to give it to him!"
"I wasn't afraid!"
England decided to intervene, "Thank you Iceland. I love the flowers."
Iceland looked away, "…ah... ok…"
The puffin smiled, "Now was that so hard?"
"Sh..shut up." Iceland turned around and left, Mr. Puffin trailing behind him.
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England put the flowers in his briefcase; he did not want to lose the flowers.
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Denmark walked over to England, "Hey England!"
England nodded, "Denmark."
Norway watched the two interact by the window.
"I made you something." Denmark said holding up a bag.
"You… made me something?"
Denmark grinned, "yep."
England took the bag, and looked through it. The were small boxes inside, he took one out an opened it. There was a small mute swan, the national bird of Denmark.
He took it out of the box. The swan was beautiful, (it was 3 dimensional) and was very lifelike. (You know like how those crystal swans are? It's like that, but colored.)
Denmark made this? He must have voiced out that thought because Denmark laughed.
"Yeah, I got bored yesterday, so I started cutting up some wood. Then I decided to make something for you out of the wood. I made other stuff too." **
"Thank you Denmark, but you didn't have to." England put the swan back into his box, and put the box into the bag.
Denmark grinned and lifted hugged England, lifting him out of his chair.
"Haha! No problem!"
England struggled halfheartedly, "Denmark... can't… breathe…"
"Oops! Sorry!" Denmark quickly put him on the ground and released him.
Norway grabbed Denmark's jacket and dragged him out the door. "That's enough."
"Eh? Norway?"
"You're annoying him."
"Hahaha!"
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England stared as they disappeared. Well that was… interesting.
France walked over to England, "I'll pick you up at 7, Angleterre."
France pecked England's cheek and ran away before England could hit him with his briefcase.
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England sighed, oh yeah. That. He was not looking forward to the …dinner.
(Its not a date! Definitely not a date!)
He sighed and got out of his chair, stopping just as he saw Greece. Who was curled up sleeping, behind his chair. 'so that's where Greece was. Wait, why was he behind me?'
Greece rubbed his eyes and sat up, "Oh... England..."
"Hello Greece... What are you doing... sleeping behind my chair?" very subtle England, very subtle.
"Ah.. I had something I wanted to give you… But I fell asleep." England nodded; Greece did tend to sleep during the meetings. It made him wonder what Greece did to make him feel that tired….
On second thought, he did not want to know.
Greece called over his cats, one of them held three flowers in its mouth. Greece gently took the flowers and gave them to England.
Right before Greece could say anything else; Turkey appeared from seemingly out of nowhere. "Greece! What do you think your doing to England?"
"I'm giving him flowers." Greece said, petting one of his many cats.
"Oh yeah?" Turkey reached into his coat, pulled out a bouquet of flowers, and handed them to England. "Beat that!"
England glanced down at the flowers, he had a feeling they were going to fight again.
England sighed and grabbed his briefcase. While Turkey and Greece fought with each other, he walked out of the room.
England sighed, sitting at his table.
In his hand was, yet another letter.
Actually, he had expected that, what he didn't expect was a new card on the table.
It was from Norway, and attached to a present.
The card was, short and to the point.
Be my valentine.
-Norway
The present was a snow globe that showed a fjord in Norway. It was a beautiful sight. Sadly, this meant he probably had to give it back when it was over.
England put the snow globe back in its box and left it on the table along with the card.
Denmark's other gifts consisted of a few miniature animals from his homeland and 'chibi' versions of all the Nordic nations and himself. Denmark must have spent a long time making these…
Now he felt guilty… he never should have cast that spell. He sighed and put the stuff away.
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Afterward, England feed Charles, started knitting a scarf, more embroidery, showered, and read a book.
(Yes, I summed up about three hours in a sentence. Let's continue.)
He glanced around, it was almost 7. Where was France?
Not that, England was worried about him… No, France could die in a ditch for all he cared.
He hastily glanced out his window. He saw a shadow approaching, was that France or…
He bit his lip and took out an umbrella from the closet. Better safe than sorry.
Besides, worse things than an umbrella have hit France.
He would know he did most of the hitting.
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The shadow knocked on his door, not noticing England watching him through the window.
England let out a breath of relief it was France. At least he did have to worry about Belarus or Russia kidnapping him. Although, the former seemed more likely than the later, both were rather scary thoughts. He put the umbrella back in the closet.
England lightly tugged on the sleeve of his white dress shirt. France told him to dress nicely but…
(White dress shirt, with a simple black coat, black trousers, and shoes)
"Angleterre, it is I, your beloved France~"
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England hit his head against the window, why did he agree to this?"
France knocked again, "I can hear you in there my sweet lapin!"
England grudgingly unlocked all his locks, and opened the door.
France wore a stylish white suit jacket, white pa-(trousers) and a wine colored dress shirt underneath.
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"You're late."
"Am I?"
"Yes, your exactly 3 minutes and 45 seconds late."
"… then we better get going." France grabbed England's arm and dragged him out the door. Luckily, England was able to close his door so no one would be able to get in while he was gone.
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~~Read a/n. It is actually important… most of it…read the bottom...~
* I have an urge to put England in a dress. A really poofy dress. (poofy as in really large and fluffy.)
The pirate clothing is a bit used. Do you people want me to put him in pirate clothing? If so, then there will be other pirates as well. (Spain, Prussia, France, maybe other people..)
I'm thinking about the outfits, but I can't draw, so I'll either have to find costumes or make them up. Let's hope for the finding ok?
Also... do you want some of the countries to cross dress? … Just a question.
(Cause I already have dresses for England (should he cross-dress), and a costume for Poland (if he does cross-dress.) (Though I doubt England will cross dress…unless)
England- MY ANSWER IS NO! (Tba-shrug* hey, I tried.)
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Also, I'm trying to make it so they wear something that doesn't seem repetitive, and that wouldn't exactly tell you who is behind the mask.
-The costumes are different. (Most) They are not all from the same time (renaissance, pirate, western, etc...) Everyone has his or her own tastes.
Though there are obvious ones. Like, I doubt that anything I put China or Japan in will not, NOT stand out… (As in, whatever they wear, they will stand out…)
About the party, first is the formal dinner, then everyone (NATIONS) gets changed and it becomes a masquerade.
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** I don't know, I kind of thought since Denmark had an axe, he could get bored and chop wood.
Then use the axe, (and probably other stuff) to cut down the wood to make something for England. (...yeah, i learned that people could carve ice with chainsaws. And then this happened...)
The mute swan, you know story 'the ugly duckling?' That is a mute swan.
Tba- waving* Hi~
I was checking the Traffic on this story. I'm rather surprised.
Yes, I expected people from the US and the UK, what I didn't expect were people from Canada, Germany, Philippines, Australia, Denmark, Singapore, Indonesia, ITALY, isle of Man, Mexico, Poland, FRANCE, Netherlands, Malaysia, RUSSIA, Vietnam, Brazil, new Zealand, Finland, Peru, Switzerland, Puerto Rico, Sweden, Belgium, Norway, Romania, and Spain. *takes deep breath* god that's long. (No Japan or China? Awww)
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By the way, what is the difference between hits and visitors? Just asking…
~And just so you know, I was thinking of … Ok so you might not want to know…
(Just kidding, I was thinking of dumplings.)
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~Hetalian66- was it a good face palm, or a, 'what was she thinking?' face palm.
Cause I get that a lot… from my friends.
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Votes- I think the voting will stop maybe a few days after chapter 5…. I have to get ready for it and all…
Remember both the review 'votes' and the poll votes will be added up.
FrUk -6 (Herro Kitty) (Breadbook) (simba-rulz) (Loveless-Gin) (Ghost of a Rose) (CHICKENTIKAMASALA)
Usuk- 5 (Little Patch of Heaven) (Loveless-Gin) (SnowGirl999) (Skadiyoko) (lobnob99)
BelarusUk- 5 (Herro Kitty) (Hetalian66) (nawmi415) (Fried rice) (Darkkissh)
RussUk- 4 (Loveless-Gin) (Kitty's Muse) (MelodyOfStarshine) (Ghost of a Rose)
Ukspain (Spain Uk?)- 3 (Garnet-Moon) (Live-Like-its-heaven-on-earth) (Darkkissh)
Uk Japan (Asakiku)-3 (Kitty's Muse) (simba-rulz) (Hetalian66)
PrusUk- 2 (Darkkissh) (lobnob99)
UkChina- 1 (Watashi-sama)
Uk Lithu-2 (notborednowthanks's friend) (kiki)
DenmarkUk- 1 (Darkkissh)
SuUk- 1 (Darkkissh)
Germany Uk- 2 (SacredDawn) (Darkkissh)
UkIce-1 (Raining Sun)
UkNorway- 1 (nawmi415)
SwissUk- 1 (Breadbook)
UkCanada- 3 (Purpleybluestars) (Asuki-tan) (Raining Sun)
Canada- I love you! You actually remembered me! *crying tears of joy*
Tba- there there. Let it out. *pats Canada's back*
Poll-
America- 13
(America- the Hero is ALWAYS on top!) (Tba- face palm* that sounded… nvm)
Spain- 6
(Spain- Thank you! Tomatoes for everyone! *Kiss*)
Canada- 5
(Canada- people .. remembered… *blush*Th-thank you..)
Prussia 5
(Prussia- come on! Everyone wants the awesome me!) (Gilbird- Cheep!)
France- 4
(France- what? Onii-san is... not popular? *blue with shock* I LOST TO SPAIN? (and Canada, and Prussia, and America...) )
Japan- 3
(Japan- um...*bow* thank you for voting for me. *blush* )
Russia- 2
(Russia- laugh* England will be mine)
Romano- 2
(Romano- HA! Take that Potato bastard!)
Norway- 2
(Norway-… Yay…)
Denmark- 2
(Denmark- Haha, tied huh?)
Germany- 1
(Germany- looks away* uh... Thanks…)
China- 1
(China- me Aru? *blush*)
Austria- 1
(Austria- You have excellent taste, shall we write England's song together?)
Turkey- 1
(Turkey- HOW COME I HAVE BARELY ANY LINES?) (Tba-SHUT IT!)
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England- bloody female. Bloody American. Bloody fanfic. Stupid bloody fanfic.
Tba- I have the perfect idea, of how England would find out his er.. admirer.
England-… I think its rather simple actually.
Tba- Oh England, we don't just have a nation go up to you any say that they are the admirer. No no. Don't you know romance?
England- do you know who you're talking to?
Tba- *waves* still, there has to be more class than that my friend. I was thinking of a party of sort.
England- you mean the one America briefly mentioned in the first chapter (and in this chapter)?
Tba- very good! *hands him a cookie*
England-.. I don't want it.
America- I do! *takes cookie* *chomp* this is one awesome cookie!
Tba- yep, marshmallow and chocolate. Mmm!
America- you got anymore? (Tba- nope. Run along now.)
England-… *face palm*
Tba- Like I said, it'll be a party. If any of you people actually remember that America mentioned a party (in the first chapter), you also get a cookie!
England- and just how are you going to send non-existent cookies to people across the world?
Tba- um... the power of love (of hetalia)?
England-… *face palm* I cannot believe you just said that.
Tba- hahaha! I bet the author (of hetalia) wouldn't believe this fic.
England-…. No comment.
Tba- oh well, you guys/girls, will find out next chapter. Bye~
Italy- Ciao! Ciao! Ve~
Romano-… Review... Or else…
Spain- England~ *attempts to hug England*
Romano- ROMANO KICK! *knocks Spain out*
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