Smells like love chapter 7

Poland- we should like, totally paint your room pink! *notices viewers* ah! *hides behind her* (he's shy)

Tba- I like it like this! And it was pink before. (*shiver* pink... *shiver*)

Poland- But Tba, your room is so dark, it gives off a weird vibe.

Tba- …. If you don't leave now, Lithuania won't go shopping with you.

Poland- OMG! LIET! *runs off to find Lithuania*

S. Korea- *appears out of nowhere* YOUR BREASTS BELONG TO ME~

Tba- no, but you can have England's.

S. Korea- YES! *runs off to find England*

Tba- Isn't S. Korea cute?~ *wishes he was in the anime* People are so damn sensitive. You don't see me going, "WTF!" over America and China. *sigh* oh well.

~The Beatles Sherlock Holmes Fa- I probably will have to work hard to make it work, but I hate coffee (A American that hates coffee? IMPOSSIBLE!) I prefer water~

~TheAwesomePerson- no, I don't get offended because someone else doesn't like a pairing I like. Everyone has their own opinions. I respect that.

~other news- DAMN YOU WIFI! I WANT MY VICTINI! (Pokemon white) *would like if someone helped her*… no video games are for all ages. I will call it Romano. Cause I already have a Feliciano. (Yes, I named my Pokemon after Hetalia characters.)


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England found his seat, A-13, it was the row on the right, by the window. His seat was in the middle. Hopefully no one annoying would sit next to him.

"This is you're seat England? Sweet~" Prussia grinned and sat in the row behind him.

Russia sat in the row across from him (middle) and waved to England. England hesitantly waved back before deciding to stare out the window.

How could this get any worse?

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"Ah, Angleterre, it seems I'll be sitting next to you." France smirked and waved his ticket, A-14.

Ok, now it couldn't get any worse.

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"Hey France, move over, my seat's there too!" America yelled from behind France.

Ok now it couldn't possibly…

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"Ah! England, what a coincidence to see you here, right Romano?" Spain smiled cheerfully.

"Shut up tomato bastard!" Romano pushed past Spain and sat on Prussia's left.

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England put his face in his hands, 'Ignore them. Ignore them. Ignore them.'

Was there someone who hated him and wanted to make his life miserable or something?

What did he do to deserve this?

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Oh right, the spell.

England groaned, both France and America looked at him strangely.

'I'm stuck with France who's confessed his love for me, America, who wants to take me on another date, Prussia who likes to molest me, Spain who sang a embarrassing serenade, Romano who's threatening Spain for some unknown reason, and Russia, who is probably trying to find out how he can throw all of them out the window. Great…..'

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This was going to be a very long five hours.

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~First hour~

England was reading a book from his bag, while America was playing games on his phone while talking; France was sending text messages to Prussia and Spain while telling America to be quiet. Prussia was loudly declaring his awesome-ness, and saying how he and England should go on a date. Romano hit Spain every time he tried to talk to England and Russia was KOLKOL-ing under his breath.

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So it kind of sounded like this…

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"Hey England, so about-"

"hm…"

"Angleterre is busy don't you see Amérique?"

"Hey England, lets go on a date!"

"Eng- ow! Romano!"

"Shut up tomato bastard! Stop talking to England!"

"KOKOLKOL."

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England was not phased in the least, the reason (?) He was wearing earplugs.

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~Second hour~

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They had found out England had been wearing earplugs, America, France and Prussia whined about how he didn't listen to them.

So now he was having three conversations, talking to America, talking to France, and texting Prussia. Romano continued hitting Spain whenever Spain attempted to strike up a conversation. Russia was busy glaring at all of them.

It went something like this….

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"Hey England, what's your favorite color?"

"Green and blue."

"Angleterre, what is your favorite book?"

"Shakespeare, romance novels, and-."

"England, what's- ow, Romano!"

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Awesomestcountryalive- do you have plans after this?

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- No, and before you ask, my answer is no.

Awesomestcountryalive- why not?

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- I'm tired, after this flight I'm sleeping.

Awesomestcountryalive- How about you sleep in my room then? ;)

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- No, I will sleep in my room, ALONE.

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"England do you have any plans tomorrow?"

"No plans whatsoever America."

"Then how about we-"

"Is that so? Then we should-"

Both America and France turned to each other, having another mental showdown.

England rolled his eyes and turned back to his phone, Prussia wouldn't give up.

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Awesomestcountryalive- But its boring being alone.

Awesomestcountryalive- even people as awesome as me get lonely sometimes.

Awesomestcountryalive- Say England…

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- what?

Awesomestcountryalive- ...nothing…

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- no, you looked like you were about to ask me something.

Awesomestcountryalive- No I wasn't.

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- Spit it out!

Awesomestcountryalive- England... I

Awesomestcountryalive- fjngjrntkvi

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- ?

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"Hey give that back!"

"Who are you texting? Bastard, you're-!"

"Its not good to take other people's things Romano!"

"Give it back already!"

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Awesomestcountryalive-hsgdyvbunfhuwer

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- ?

Awseomestcountryalive- its Spain~ (^.^)/

Invinsible_English_Gentleman-…give Prussia back his phone Spain.

Awesomestcountryalive- but I never get to talk to you. Romano is jealous.~

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- Why would he be jealous?

Awesomestcountryalive- Well he

Awesomestcountryalive- bwsruhdufv

Invinsible_English_Gentleman-?

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"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Ah! Romano!"

"Give me back my phone!"

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Awesomestcountryalive- Don't believe a word that bastard says. I'm not jealous.

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- Romano?

Awesomestcountryalive- I'm giving the phone back to Prussia, he's being annoying.

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- I see…

Awesomestcountryalive- I'm back! Jerks, taking my phone.

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- welcome back.

Awesomestcountryalive- you missed me? ;)

Invinsible_English_Gentleman- not even a little bit.

Awesomestcountryalive- aww, you know you love me.

Invinsible_English_Gentleman-…..

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And that's how an hour flew by….

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Hour three~

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Romano had fallen asleep, so Spain was free to text England, since talking loudly might wake up Romano. America and Russia were engaged in a staring (more like glaring) contest. France was talking to England in hushed tones; he didn't want America to hear him after all.

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~Hour four~

Talking for hours on end had tuckered the nations out.

England was sleeping sitting up, his hands in his lap, on top of a book. America (on England's right) had fallen asleep, his head on England's shoulder. France had fallen asleep with his head on top of England's (head).

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Prussia had fallen asleep with his head leaning on where the window was.

Romano and Spain had also fallen asleep as well. Romano's head was on Spain's shoulder, Spain's head was on top of Romano's head.

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England stirred lightly. Blinking away the sleep he looked around.

'France and America were…' He blinked, still half asleep. He was pretty much stuck between the two of them. He looked at the back of the seat (in front of them) there was a pale blue blanket poking out. Even with his reach, he couldn't get it without moving and waking the two. He looked at his book, maybe…

He tried to get the corner of the cover (of the book) to go under the blanket and pull it so the blanket would fall out.

He took the blanket and draped it over them (France, England, America) he yawned.

He closed his eyes, drifting off. France shifted and mumbled something. America frowned for a second before moving closer to England.

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Russia watched the whole exchange, frowning slightly.

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Once they got off the plane, there were already cars waiting for them. No doubt sent by the president himself. A fine fellow, England thought slipping into the back seat of a black limo with America, France, Prussia, Spain and, Romano.

However, 5 sedans (2011 Insight, 2011 Focus), 8 black limos and a (2011 Equator Crew Cab) truck was a bit much. Granted, there were a lot of them, which would explain all the cars (and the fact that all the cars could at least fit five people.)

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They arrived at the hotel, checked in, and went their separate ways to unpack.

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England sighed and put his suitcase down, unzipping it to put his clothes into the dresser the hotel provided.

'So tired.' He lay down on his bed looking at the white ceiling.

He heard a loud knock.

'Maybe if I pretend I'm not here, they'll go away.'

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

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'Or… maybe not.'

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"You better like open this door like right now!" Poland's said, knocking on the door again.

Lithuania cringed at the loud noise, "Ahh.. Poland.. Maybe he's sleeping. We shouldn't bother him."

"He slept on the plane Liet. Besides, I want him to go shopping with us."

Lithuania sighed, when it came to shopping, nothing could stop Poland. The last person that had tried to come between Poland and a 'super cute top' was a woman. And…well… Security had to come to break them up. Poland got the top though.

"Like I know you're in there!" Poland yelled about to knock again when the door opened.

"C…Can I help you?" Arthur asked, looking a bit relieved that it was Poland and Lithuania.

"We're going shopping!" Poland grabbed England's wrist, pulled him out of the room, and pushed him into Lithuania's arms. Poland closed the door and walked down the hallway to the elevator.

Lithuania used to Poland's antics, smiled at the Englishman. "Sorry, Poland's a little…"

England sighed and stood up, brushing off his clothes. "I'm amazed you can put up with him."

Lithuania smiled, "We've been friends for a while. I guess you just get used to it."

England sighed, "I suppose so." He patted his pocket, relieved to see that he had kept his card key in his pocket.

"Like hurry up! The elevator's here!" Poland waved to them from down the hall, already in the elevator himself and holding the doors open.

Lithuania smiled, "Well, we wouldn't want to keep Poland waiting."

England chuckled, "I guess not."

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~Shop~

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England tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. This was very hard to do, when panties surrounded you, pink panties…. With lace.

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Don't ask.

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For your own sanity, DO NOT ASK!

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~A few minutes prior~

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"We need costumes for the ball right? What better place to start than the mall?" Poland gestured to the mall, a pink handbag over his shoulder.

"Well, yes we do. But I don't think…" Poland grabbed Lithuania's arm and dragged him into the nearest store.

England sighed and followed them, its wasn't like he had anything better to do. Moreover, Poland took his card key, and said he would only give it back if he (England) went shopping with them.

Joy.

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And that's why he's currently in Victoria's secret. Why did Poland go into Victoria's secret, England wasn't sure he wanted to know…

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~a different store~

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England looked at the clothes on the racks around him. This time, Poland dragged them to a normal store. While there weren't any costumes here, there were suits and dresses.

He should probably buy one for the party. The fact that the whole party was today had completely slipped his mind. It must have been because of all those distractions.

(Point to nations) Yes… distractions…

He sighed and looked at the clothes, enough about that, what was he going to wear for the formal par of the party?

"England!" Poland ran over to him, his arms full of clothes, "Like, you should totally try these on!"

Well, what did he have to lose?

He nodded and headed to the dressing room with an enthusiastic Poland and a flushing Lithuania.


The answer to the previous question was his dignity.

"I'm not coming out!" England yelled his back against the door just in case Poland decided to go in, even though it (the door) was locked.

"What's wrong with it?" Poland put his hands on his hips, "That dress was fabulous!"

"Yes, I have to admit it is rather nice. However! ITS IS A DRESS!" England yelled.

Yes, in the pile of clothes that Poland had given him, was a deep green gown.

And while it did look rather nice, he was not going to wear it!

He had some dignity!

"Like, it's just us!" Poland said trying to coax England out from the safety of the changing room. Lithuania sighed, not knowing if he should help England or not.

"That doesn't make me feel any better." England muttered. He looked down at the dress in his hands.

No. Absolutely not. Never. Not in a million years.

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Even if the Earth was about to blow up and the only thing that could stop it would be him wearing this dress.

There would be no point in living anyway, since if they did survive, France, America, and Prussia would make fun of him.

Yep, he was not wearing this dress no matter what.

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"If you don't wear it, I'll like, burn your card key!"

"Nice try! But, I'm not afraid of that!" He had a spare key in his room that was locked. Oh well, if he needed to, he could always get the manager, or just kick the door open.

He was not going the wear the dress and nothing could make him.

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"What are you guys doing here da-ze?"

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*embarrassed* I um.. don't think I'm actually that good at writing actually *laugh nervously* I try to base them on how they act in cannon so.. *nervous laugh *blush* er… Thank you….

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I'm probably going to have different endings. Is there a point in the poll anymore? *shrug* oh well. *idea* I guess I could post the endings according to their place in the polls… *shrug* um... a character has to have at least …7 (?) votes to get an ending.

Should I try to make it slightly romantic (for the crack pairings) or like, England freaking out? (Which he would… probably…) Or a bit of a mix of both?

I have a hard time writing Romantic fluff without some sort of comedy… *sweat drop* the things in my head... you would not believe.

I'll give the numbers (Total)

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Usuk- 14

Poll- 16

Total- 30 (Writing ending)

FrUk -14

Poll- 4

Total- 28 (will write)

PrusUk- 13

Poll- 6

Total- 19 (will write)

BelarusUk- 10

Poll- 1

Total- 11 (will probably be end up being slightly scary or strange…)

Ukspain (Spain Uk?)- 8

Poll- 9

Total- 17 (will write… how? I'll uh… just write…)

UkCanada (Canada/Uk)- 6

Poll- 7

Total- 13 (Who? Oh right. Write.)

RussUk- 6

Poll- 3

Total- 9 (Russia- (^J^) KOKOLKOLKOL!)

Uk Japan (Asakiku)- 5

Poll- 4

Total- 8 (Ninja Japan- She will write! )

Germany Uk- 5

Poll- 2

Total- 7 (? Uh... will write?)

DenmarkUk- 4

Poll- 3

Total- 7 (? Will write? ..)

UkNorway- 2

Poll- 4

Total- 6

UkChina- 3

Poll- 1

Total- 4

Uk Lithu- 3

SuUk- 3

IceUk-3

TurkeyUk- 3

Poll- 1

Total- 4

SwissUk- 2

UkUkraine (UKUK?)- 2

UkRomano- 2 (total)

GreeceUk (UkGreece?)- 1 (total)

UkAustria- (AustriaUk?)- 1 (total)

Tba-Looks like there will be at least ten endings. *groan* I dunno wanna!

England- you bought this on yourself.

Tba- *grabs water, teapot, strawberry wafers* ITALIAN SPIRIT!

Italy- Ve~? Your Italian?

China- no she's not.

Tba- *typing* ITALIAN SPIRIT! WRITING LIKE THE WIND!

America- *cheering* GO GO GO GO!

Prussia- GOGOGOGOGOGOGO! (Gilbrid- cheep cheep!)

Spain- yay! *waves hands erratically*

Russia- holding pipe* Yes Tba. Write.

Tba- …. *shiver* this, will take a while… (I'll see you in two years)

England- NOT A CHANCE! *ties Tba up*

Tba- … I knew you were kinky but…

England- blush* I AM NOT KINKY! (Tba-.. why did you have a rope then? *smirk*) …. I… can't win can I?

Tba- Nope~ and I can't write if I'm tied up.~

America- to viewers* Review! That's what a hero would do!

China-…. I'll… just untie Tba then… *S. Korea tackles him*

Spain- Review if you love tomatoes! (^.^)/

Canada- ah… review… maple… *blush*

Italy- review if you like pasta! Ve~ Ve~

Germany-…beer… and wurst.

Prussia- BEER! The awesome me tells you to review!

Russia- Vodka. *holds up vodka*

Tba-... uh… can someone untie me? Please? Anyone? Help!

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~TBA~