Spain was still asleep beside me. For the past few minutes I had been laying awake in bed, wrapped in his arms, pondering whether I should get up or not, when the phone rang. It was my cell phone, all the way on the other side of the room. I sat up carefully, moving Spain's arms so I didn't wake him up, and made my way to the phone, stopping to see the number before I hit the green button. Although I wasn't sure about the number, I answered it anyway.

"Hey girl!" The voice shocked me, especially first thing in the morning.

"Poland…?" I said, my half asleep mind attempting to process how he obtained my number and why he was calling in the first place.

"Yeah, so I did have the right number! Awesome! So, like, anyway, I was just calling to see if you wanted to hang out sometime today, ya know? Maybe, like, the mall, so we can shop and like, bond! Girl, you know you need some new shoes. And everyone can use some new outfits! Seriously." He was talking eighty miles a minute, but I couldn't help but smile.

"Um, sure. That sounds fun." I replied happily. "Can Cassi come too?"

"Like, let me have you for the first few hours! Then we can all hang out!" He exclaimed. It made me slightly suspicious that he wanted me alone, but I shrugged it off.

"Okay, sure." I looked to the clock by the bedside. "When do you want to go?"

"Like ASAP! What kind of a question is that? I mean, seriously." He replied, sounding annoyed.

I laughed nervously. "Well, let me just wait until Spain wakes up-"

"Alright, and no bringing him along either!" Poland exclaimed. "Call me!"

I was about to respond when I heard a click. I looked to the phone blankly as I saw that he'd hung up on me. What have I gotten myself into?

Spain stirred, and I turned to him with a smile. For now, I'd get some rest.

"Mi amor~." Spain whispered, nudging me slightly. "Time to wake up. It's almost ten."

"Five more minutes…" I mumbled, snuggling into his warmth.

"Ah, but didn't you promise you'd go shopping with Poland?" I could hear the smirk in his voice. I finally opened my eyes and looked up at him in confusion. "He called me a few minutes ago."

"How did he get our numbers, anyway..?" My voice clearly conveyed my muddle-headedness.

"Probably America." Spain replied, laughing loudly.

I groaned. "So I have to get up?"

"At least you're going to have fun." He teased. "I'm going to be stuck at the house all day."

"Aww…" I frowned to myself, then brightened. "Why don't you have a day with Romano? Maybe you two could actually clean up the house."

"That sounds wonderful! Except for the last part." He kissed the top of my head and got up, leaving the blankets open and letting the heat out.

"Hey!" I called, slightly offended.

"It's time to get up, mi corazon." He responded, walking into the living room and leaving me behind.

"Aw, fine…"


"Girl, we seriously need to get you out of those clothes." Poland stated when he saw me. I looked down at my outfit.

"What's wrong with this?" I was clothed in a pair of jeans and a brown tie-dyed tee with a peace sign on it.

"Tie-dye is soooo last season! I mean honestly, the jeans make your butt look cute, but that shirt has GOT to go." He shook his head, mussing his blond hair.

"Um. Okay." I stared at him blankly, slightly blushing at his assessment of my jeans, and waved to Spain, whom was watching from the door.

"And we're like, so going to the mall!" He exclaimed. "Here we go!" He dragged me off of the porch, and the next thing I knew, I was beside him in his pink Volkswagon Beetle.


"Soooo. You've been married for, like, a year now, right?" Poland asked as he fingered a silky purple shirt. We had arrived at the mall a few minutes ago, and he'd already dragged me into a shop.

I looked at him curiously as I turned my attention to a comfortable looking graphic tee. "Yeah, it's been almost a year." I was glad he didn't see my face; I was slightly blushing. "Why-"

"I mean, at that party, you remember that party, don't you? I mean, it was at your house, so I'm guessing you know what I'm talking about, which, it was an AMAZING party by the way, like OMG. Ok, seriously, enough distractions. I saw Cassi take that adorable little Korea to a nursery room. I mean, are you thinking about baby time or what?" He was looking me up and down, speaking in his eighty words a minute voice again.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, what?" I looked at him incredulously as I processed his words, my face growing increasingly redder. "We've only been married for-"

"A year, yeah, I know. But really girl, I mean you've been in a relationship for like, seven years before that. I mean, it's ok to be thinking about baby-making time." He had picked up another top as he talked. "Oh, how about this? Does it bring out my eyes?"

"I-uh.." All thoughts about shopping had gone out the window. "Seriously?"

"I think it's too cute~! Oh, girl, you need to check out what's over there." He pointed towards the lingerie section. "Maybe you'll find something super adorable for Spain!"

"Poland!" I exclaimed, my voice rising. "You're getting to be as bad as France!"

"Honhonhon, mon chaton, I didn't know you shopped here too!" My eyes grew wide as arms engulfed me.

"France?" I exclaimed, attempting to escape by flailing, but to no avail. He must've been used to girls freaking out and specialized in holding them, or something. "POLAND! Help me!"

"Sup playah!" Poland shouted to France, approaching us with armfuls of clothes. "Dude, like, seriously, hold her! I need to dress her in this and grill her about Spain!" Poland exclaimed, holding up a mixture of lingerie and a few form fitting dresses and designer tees. "I only picked out tops, cuz her taste is jeans is like, so riiight!"

"Honhonhon, magnifique~! Excellent choices, if I do say so myself!" France exclaimed, dragging me towards the fitting rooms.

"NO!" At that point, I was still in spazz mode. "I'm quite capable of dressing myself! AND HOW DO YOU KNOW IF THAT WOULD EVEN FIT ME! I SAY NAY!"

"Dude, that's like, what my ponies say! Like, seriously! You're funny!"

"Should I wait to die later or try and kill myself now?" I said in dismay as Poland came into the room with me.

"Girl, we're gonna get you dressed UP hun." He said happily. "And at least I made France wait outside! I mean, I don't like, want to make you uncomfortable, and I know how that guy can be. Seriously." I simply whimpered in reply. "Alright, this one first!" Poland exclaimed, picking up the most revealing bit of lingerie I had ever seen in my life. It was basically just a bra and underwear.

"Um. I don't think-"

"Just, here!" He threw the detested clothing at me and turned me around. "I mean, come ON, girl, it's CUTE!" I looked at the clothing, just to get a better idea of it. The... Top part was pink, lacy, and had a metal heart charm dangling from where the cloth met in the middle. The bottoms had the same basic design, but were a darker pink. Of course... "Do you want me to help you, or what?" Poland risked a look at me, vexed.

"I got it!" I stammered, hastily complying with his request. Afterwards, I looked in the mirror on the wall and attempted to tell myself that I wasn't going to die. "It's kinda tight." I complained, frowning at my reflection.

"Girl, that looks so right!" Poland exclaimed, turning around. "Come on!" He grabbed my hand and started opening the door.

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?" I yelled, snatching my hand away.

"I, like, need France's opinion. Duh." Poland looked at me quizzically, then pushed the door open all the way before I could protest.

"No!"

"Ah, madame~! It's extremely appealing on you. Although, I'm not certain of ze color." France stated, critiquing me.

"Well, I didn't pick it out!" I fumed.

"But it's like, not for you, Francis! It's for Spain, remember?" Poland rolled his eyes.

"Very well." He paused, looking me over again. "I think he'll like this part the best." France smirked as he fingered the lace on top of the bottoms.

"Watch it!" I smacked his hand away, fighting the urge to kick him.

"Mon chaton." He snickered.

"DUDE. Back up! We have loads more to try!" Poland said, pushing France out of the room. He turned back to me. "Now, try on this shirt and put those righteous jeans back on, seriously!" After he threw it, he turned around once more.

What I was holding was a simple V-neck. That I could deal with. What I couldn't deal with, was how low it was. I changed quickly, not wanting to be harassed by Poland again, and, yet again, assessed myself in the mirror. The shirt was purple, and had a red heart graphic on it that was almost cut in half by how low the V was.

"Honestly, Poland, I-"

"Well, that'll be a problem. I thought they were bigger than that." He frowned, looking at my...

"HEY!" I crossed my arms in an attempt to hide my 'upstairs'. "Uncalled for!"

"France?" Poland pushed open the door, yet again, to my nemesis.

"Non. Is she still wearing the new set underneath?" He shook his head. "Although, it's a good color for her."

"No! Geez, why can't you guys leave me alone?" I was blushing, I'm certain I was. I was dying of embarrassment.

"'K, like, next~." Poland then closed the door on France's face and threw a dress at me, completely ignoring my question. He turned around and left me to deal with it.

"Hey, not that bad." I put it on and immediately loved how it fit. It was simple at the top, nothing fancy or awkward, just a simple ordinary top, with sleeves that came to my elbows, and a skirt that flowed out whenever I twirled. And it was a lilac color.

Poland gave me an 'eh' look. "Maybe with the right accessories..." I wanted to smack him. "Hey, France?" He pushed the door open again, and I shot them both a death glare.

"Oui, are we going dancing, madame?" He asked, smiling.

I simply glared at him. I wasn't in the mood.


-TIME SKIP-


That was the most humiliating thing I've ever been through. My face was still red as a tomato and I knew it. Poland and France were also smiling about it, which made me think violent thoughts... Poland even bought everything I tried on! I'm pretty sure I'm not even gonna use most of it anyway...

We were walking past the food court, when out of my sulking, I spotted Cassi. She was at one of the tables near the Chick-fil-a along with China, Italy and Russia. I stopped walking and watched when I saw her doing something with the waffle fries.

France and Poland noticed my halt and asked what I was looking at. Poland seemed like he was excited, probably at the chance I actually saw some sort of clothing I liked. I just smiled and pointed at the table of four and watched on.

With how loud Cassi was, it wasn't that hard to hear her.

"Aha! I am a genius! I just made an important discovery~aru!" she yelled. Russia looked over at her.

"Did you find out how to get rid of any trace of remains after a... Little accident?" asked Russia creepily.

Cassi stared at him for a bit. "No! WAFFLE VISION, MAN!" There was a pause as she grinned largely.

"...Waffle vision, aru?" Questioned China.

"Yeah mans!" and with that, she promptly shoved a waffle fry in her eye and started looking around like she had a telescope. She started laughing uncontrollably... Again... And soon Italy followed her example and did the same as she.

"Ve~ waffle vision is fun!" He chimed in with her laughter. China appeared to be chuckling and Russia was... Stabbing his tray violently with that childish grin on his face.

Cassi and her 'waffle vision' looked towards us and she halted, spying the three of us. I waved and smiled as she yelled and pointed her finger. "You guys~aru!"

Russia, Italy and China looked over at us and smiled, waving back but Cassi ran and glomped me, making us both fall to the ground. "Have you tried waffle vision because let me tell you it is-" I covered her mouth with my hand as she was about to start a rant.

"I know, I know, I heard you." I said, trying not to laugh. We stood back up as the other three got to us and asked what we were doing here. "I got bored!" was Cassi's only reply.

"That's your excuse for everything!" I said back.

She just smiled. "So, what are you three doing here?"

...Dang, I'd forgotten. Poland's face lit up as he dragged Cassi over away from the others but I followed, knowing what he was doing.

"Girl, like, check it!" He said as he shoved the bag in Cassi's arms; She looked at it questioningly. She started rummaging inside and with every second her face became more and more red. I didn't blame her.

"So, whaddaya think?" He asked. "Suits Whitney perfectly, right?" She just looked over at me. I sighed.

"Those two have been dragging me around making me try all that stuff on." I replied darkly. She looked suprised, then looked from France, who had walked over, to Poland and to me again.

She dropped the bag and ran to me and hugged me again while yelling "Whitney, I am so sorry I was not zere for you!"

But she said it...In a HEAVILY French accented voice...

"What did he do to you?" I shouted, uncertain I could take much more of anything from, by, or about France. I was pretty sure I'd start crying or something else to that nature; This was NOT entertaining to me, at all! "Yes, it was horrible! Feel bad." I shot daggers at her, to which Russia smiled at.

She smiled back at me innocently. "Accents are just fun, iz all. Non?"

"Non! ... I mean, no!" I shook my head, clearing it.

"Mon pappillon, mon chaton, how I've missed you both~!" France said, wrapping his arms around both of us.

"Well, like, now we should so find Cassi some clothes! I mean, like, seriously, my credit card isn't even close to being maxed!" Poland said excitedly.

"I think she's fine, Poland, rea-"

"It'll be like, so fun! And don't worry, the outfits will be soooo super cute!" He had already taken her hands in his. Oh boy.. Here we go...

Cassi's eyes widened in realization as she was being dragged off by Poland and she started flailing around. "NON! I refuse! For what purpose do I need clothes like zat for!"

She got out of his grip, but only temporarily because she tripped. Poland just grabbed her heels and started pulling her as she desperatly tried to grip the floor... She was actually leaving marks in the tile with her nails!

She continued ranting in that French accent which, really, was the sole reason why I wasn't helping her. China, Russia and Italy weren't fully aware of what was going on, so they just followed confusedly.

France, suprise suprise, was just excited about this as Poland was and grabbed Cassi's other ankle to help him. They dragged her into a store that we hadn't been in yet. I wouldn't doubt that Poland would've made me go in there, so I was a bit thankful for running into Cassi.

"Honhonhon, mon pappillon, wouldn't you look wonderful in zis?" France exclaimed, holding up scant lingerie with blue butterflies all over it.

"NON!" She exclaimed, starting to kick at them both.

Seeing the lingerie, I started to freak out. "WHERE do you two keep FINDING THESE STORES?"

"Here, for you, mon chaton~!" France then placed a headband with cat ears on it atop my head. I simply blushed in response. "They have a whole outfit to match." He winked at me, then continued fussing over Cassi.

I just threw them back and watched as they tortured Cassi... Either torture or scare to death... Probably both. You couldn't tell from her obnoxious personality, but she actually is a bit more modest than me when it comes to clothing. She won't even wear a swimsuit because she considers it too revealing.

France and Poland kept picking up more and more ridiculous pieces of clothing.

"Whitney?" I heard Russia from behind me.

"Yes, Ivan?" I asked, turning around to face him.

China continued. "I don't think this is the kind of store that Italy should be exposed to... I feel the same way about Cassi, but it may be too late for her~aru." He said, looking over at the scene. I nodded.

"We are going to take him to a toy store and we'll be back in a bit." Russia said. I nodded again and watched as they walked out, Italy asking "What's wrong with sorella?" before they left.

I turned around and nearly choked as I looked at the pile they had generated in that few seconds. "Okay, I like, think this may be good for now!" Poland exclaimed cheerily as he turned towards Cassi. He started dragging her towards the changing rooms, and before he could ask, Poland pointed his finger at France and said "No, you can't come in." before shutting the door.

France and I stood outside the door listening. It wasn't hard to hear at all. "'Kay, Cassi, put this here on first!"

"NON!"

"Cassi, just like do it."

"You think my answer is going to change just becauze you say zat? Really?"

"Girl, if you don't change into this now, I'm gonna make y-"

"RAPE! HE'S GONNA RAPE ME! Sacrés bleus, SOMEONE HELP MOI!"

France started laughing and I couldn't help but giggle at her overreactions. I mean, it's what she gets for doing that stupid accent... I'm not a bad friend.

We then heard foot steps and shrieks and then, "Give me back mon chaussures!"

"No, you can't change clothes when you're wearing shoes!"

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU I'M NOT CHANGING!"

"Why are you, like, so flipping stubborn?"

"Iz a good thing!"

"No, it's not! You are seriously trying my patience, homie."

"Hmmm... Stubborn ninja!" She yelled.

"No! Get back here-"

The door opened and Cassi came running out, barefoot, with Poland carrying a bunch of clothes along with her shoes and socks. He looked irritated and crossed his arms.

I saw her run to the other end of the store and hide in a clothing rack, but Poland missed it. He had to put all the lingerie in the dressing room safely before he started to chase her. By this time I was laughing just as hard as France was at the scene.

"Like, where'd she go?" He demanded us to answer. France pointed at the rack of clothes she hid herself in before continuing his laughter. Poland ran over and dug his arm in the clothes.

"Ek!"

"Aha!"

He got ahold of her arm and started dragging her back, but she was putting up quite the struggle.

"I am not putting on any of zat!" She screamed. Yes, in case you were wondering, there were people staring.

He finally got her to the door but she wouldn't let go of the frame and kept yelling things like, "Bloody murder! Zis is torture! Somebody call ze police before it iz too late!"

"Mon pappillon, won't you enlighten us, for just a little while?" France said softly in an attempt to get her to calm down.

"Seriously?" I asked in monotone, my face blank.

"Non! Jamais! Not in this way! Ever!" At this point during her screaming, France attempted to help Poland drag her back inside. "LET GO OF ME, FRENCHMAN!"

As the risk of someone actually calling security became clear to me, I decided that I should handle this. I forced myself to walk towards the three that were struggling for power...

"HEY LISTEN UP!" I screamed, making the others freeze. I smirked, feeling like I was being cool like Doitsu, then continued on in a normal voice. "Don't you guys know we can get thrown out of the store? Or, worse, you guys could be arrested. But then again, I'm sure it wouldn't be someone's first offence." I finished the last statement with a cough.

"Mon chaton, I can't believe you would bring zat up here, of all places!" France let go of Cassi and grabbed my hands as he spoke.

"Like, seriously, even after I bought you all those clothes! Girl, give us some respect. Seriously." Poland said, running his fingers through his hair. Cassi, realizing that I had created an opening for her, stole her shoes from Poland and ran out of the store, leaving me alone with the two countries that I had just offended.

"Well, mon chaton, time for us to get back at you. Honhonhon~." France clasped his hands tighter around mine as he spoke.

"CASSI, SAVE ME!" I cried as Poland and France attempted to pull me towards the fitting room...

They almost made me do a repeat of earlier and I thought I was going to die before I heard-

"WHAT in the bloody heck is going on here!"

I turned around to see that Cassi didn't completely forget about me and... Apparently had found England somewhere in the mall. I find it weird how we all are here at one time...but I'm still grateful!

She must've also found China and borrowed his wok for she was holding it very close to her. I ran and hid behind my two saviors as France started talking to England.

"Angleterre~, we are simply finding appealing clothes for these two~!"

"Like heck you are, I don't even have to look around in this bloody store to know what that means!"

"Dude, chill, they like agreed to this on their own free will."

"ZAT IS ZE BIGGEST LIE I HAVE EVER HEARD!" Cassi yelled.

France then said "Oh, Angleterre, would you like to join them?" He smirked.

England's face quickly went red and he spluttered out "B-bloody frog! Of course not!"

I looked over at Cassi as a small idea popped into my head and I smiled. "I agree with England." I said in a British accent.

England shot me a confused look, but then turned back to France and Poland. "Whatever. I shall not have you muddling their minds with this... Triple X rated clothing. Although Whitney's married, she clearly does NOT want to be here, and, furthermore-"

"Angleterre, loosen up~! Honhonhon.. Have some fun!" France was desperately trying to get England over to his side.

"No, please, Absolutely Invincible British Gentleman, don't give in to them!" I was literally hugging him from behind and was still continuing with my British accent. "Please sir, I don't want to go through all that again."

"Honestly," England sighed, placing his palm to his forehead. "I would never want to be apart of this. Come on." He pulled my hands from around him and ushered Cassi and I out of the store.

"Like, seriously? I was your ride here!" Poland exclaimed, waving bags full of the clothes he had purchased me around. "And you have GOT to take these!" He threw a bag at me, while I flinched away; England caught it instead.

"Let's have a look here, shall we? Although, I'm sure I'll regret..." He stopped after a quick glance through the bag and his face flushed. "YOU MADE HER TRY ON THAT? YOU BLOODY GITS!"

"Yes, they did. It was humiliating..." I said and shuddered. Cassi just avoided eye contact with anyone for the moment.

England looked at me sympathetically. "I am so sorry... And they were about to do the same with you?" He asked, looking at Cassi. She nodded.

"You two have tortured these poor children!"

"Dude, she's married..."

"IT DOESN'T MATTER!" He screamed and started chasing the two around the mall swinging the bag around and spewing out threats.

Poland decided to speak. "Dude! She has a nursery set up in her house! She needs help with like- OW!- romance!"

"Why, if you bloody idiots ever came near my girlfriend I'd-" he stopped instantly and smacked his hand over his mouth, red faced. Poland and France stopped abrubtly and the two looked at England with suprised faces. Cassi's head, they noticed, snapped up with a mixture of smirking and evil smiling.

France and Poland slowly started to do the same. I was confused. "What? You have a girlfriend, England? When did that happen?" I questioned.

England started stuttering insanley and blushed even harder. "N-n-no I didn't s-say that I-"

"Oui, you did Angleterre~!" France teased as he and Poland re-joined the group.

Cassi started giggling. "Cassi! I just saved you, shut up!" He yelled, quite embarassed.

"Angleterre," she started, MUCH like France. (Which I still couldn't stand...) "I revealed nothing on the subject, as I promised I wouldn't until you felt it ready to tell who you wanted. It was you who spilled."

France, Poland and I looked at her. "So, you like know who it is?" Poland asked, excitedly.

Meanwhile, I was focused on another point. "What would you do to them if they forced your girlfriend to try on that, England?" My British accent was still going strong.

"I will never reveal who it is!" England replied stubbornly, crossing his arms. "And you know very well what I would do!"

"England?" I asked, looking up at him. "Could you take Cassi and I home? Maybe, could we visit your home, and have some chocolate chip scones and hot tea with honey?" I shot a look at Cassi, and she knew where I was going with this.

"...You... You like scones?" He looked at me with confusion.

"NON! Whitney, mon chaton, what on earth are you talking about?" France exclaimed, holding his stomach.

"Like, seriously girl, are your taste buds working right?" Poland replied, looking at me as if I had three heads.

"SHUT UP AND LET THE GIRL SPEAK!" England yelled at them, ready to bash them again.

I looked on blankly, uncertain of what to do because of his outburst. Cassi nudged me. "You were zaying?"

"Oh, uh, right. Of course, I like scones! They're like, chocolate chip cookies mixed with bread! And as for hot tea, I'm partial to Earl Grey." I paused, letting it sink it. "I like honey in it, though."

"YES! I TOLD YOU MY COOKING WASN'T HORRIBLE!" England exclaimed, transforming into his pirate self. "I'VE TRIED TO TELL YOU FOR SO LONG! AND YOU ALWAYS PUT ME DOWN!" He turned to me and Cassi. "You are coming with me to escape the terrors of these two, right after this..."

"BLOODY FLIPPING YES! I TOLD YOU ALL! AHA~!" He started ranting and running around, once again swinging the bag. We all got rather scared for our lives as we had never seen him act like this before...

Russia, China and Italy then returned, Italy holding a stuffed cat and China holding about seven.

"Um...what is going on~aru?" China asked, hiding, along with everyone else, behind Russia.

"You've all decided to join mother Russia, da~?" Ivan replied, his aura turning intimidating.

"Um.. No...?" I looked to him, feeling slightly creeped out, when England came back.

"I apologize for that, although it was immature of me, it was quite necessary. Now, come along." Cassi and I didn't have much choice, as England took us by the hand and dragged us away.

"Whitney~! Like, wait! What am I gonna, like, tell Spain?" Poland shouted after us, picking up the bags he had recently put down.

"Angleterre! You have yet to reveal the identity of your secret lover~! And why are you taking mon chaton and mon papillon?" France called, catching up to us.

"I am taking them to save them from the likes of you and to show them around my home. And I will NEVER reveal that to the likes of you!" England huffed pulling us along even faster.

"I'll call Spain and tell him what happened!" I shot back at Poland, glaring at him.

"Like, fine. I'll just drop these off at your house then, and grill him about your baby-making plans. Laters~!" Poland exclaimed, running off the opposite direction.

"Cassi, you seem like you will be busy so I will drive these two back to your house for you, da?" Russia asked.

She nodded. "Mama will ze you guys later! Au revoir!"

"Fine zen, leave me." France pouted, turning around as everyone took off in different directions.

France then turned and opened one eye to look at England. "Better yet..." he said to himself. "Lead me." and smirked, wanting to see England's new girlfriend.

-IN ENGLAND'S CAR-

"So...who is it?" I continued in my British accent. Cassi remained silent in the back seat. "You will have to wait and see when we get there." England answered.

I sighed, deciding to be patient. Whoever it was, Cassi knew the person...This was hard.


-AT ENGLAND'S HOUSE-


We walked into the house and sitting on his couch, watching his TV, was none other than Cassi's little sister, Haley.

She looked over and saw us. "England! You're back!" she said and lept up from the couch to embrace him in a hug before noticing Cassi and I.

"Oh, hey you guys!" she said. Cassi nodded and I waved. "Haley, you and England are going out?" I asked. I was answered by England approaching and putting his hand on her back and her slinging his arm around his neck, both of them smiling.

I turned around to Cassi, who wasn't suprised at all, who said "It was bound to happen sometime."

"What do you mean?" Haley asked. Just then England's door burst open. Then we all heard the male French-accented voice. "It is about time~! You've finally found someone, Angleterre! And she's not bad looking, either." he said while eyeing her. England choked.

"Wh-what the bloody heck are you doing in my house!" He simply laughed. "Hohohon~ I couldn't resist following you to see who she was!"

I looked at Cassi. "I am not ze slightest bit suprised." She said while shrugging.

"Papillon~" France whispered bending down to her ear. "How I love the way you talk~. Also, you did not tell me you had a soeur!" He said standing back up. She looked at him.

"Oui, actually, I have trois soeurs." He appeared to become excited but then she added, "Et zey are way too young for you, so don't even start." While crossing her arms.

He sighed. "Well, at least I have you two, non?" and put his arms around the two of us. I attempted to change the subject. "Cassi, what did you mean when you said that they were bound to go out sometime?" I re-asked Haley's question.

She looked at Haley and smirked. I knew that smirk, it was the 'I'm so about to embarass you' smirk. "Well, it was pretty obvious, really." she started. France and I listened on intently. "For one, those two complain about everything and everyone, except for each other. Two, they ALWAYS flirted with each other. It was like a tag game. One would flirt and the other would blush, then vice versa, and it just went on and on. Three, Haley never shut up about him in the first place. I mean, every other text would be something about the guy."

She stopped talking and laughed at the couples completely red faces.

"So, like Whitney et Spain, non?" France replied, smirking. Then frowned. "How I'll miss messing with you, Angleterre~."

"Like me and Spain?" I exclaimed, leaning away from him, blushing. "What is THAT supposed to mean?"

"Oh, honhonhon, Spain would always be caught staring at you, mon chaton, and his feelings were just obvious." France stated, waving his hand in the air, then surreptitiously tried to place it on my shoulder again.

I then looked to Haley and England. "Well, I'm glad Spain and I aren't exactly the only 'item' around here now. It's cute." I paused. "Are we gonna have some scones or not?"

"Et zat is my cue to leave." France grimaced, then snickered. "Guess I'll have to spread the word now. Au revoir, Angleterre, Cassi~! And a pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle Haley. I have a feeling I'll zee you later, mon chaton." He patted my head, then snuck out the door.

"Here, Whitney, I have some scones here." England said, smiling. I hastily took a scone from the plate. They were chocolate chip, which were my favorite. "Honestly, I am sorry that I couldn't prevent them from torturing you..." I grimaced as I bit into the scone. He then turned around and started pouring some tea. "Care for some tea? I just put Earl Grey on."

"Yes, thank you. And please, don't mention it. I'm glad you and Cassi rescued me when you did." I forced a smile and continued to tear into my scone. Sweet fluffy chocolate-ness... I looked to Cassi, whom was doing the same. Haley was daintily chewing at her scone, and sipping her tea. England just sipped his tea and looked pleased at the fact that we were eating his food graciously. The room was silent except for our chewing, so I felt that I should break the silence. "So... Have you two snogged yet?"

England choked on his tea, sputtering and coughing while Haley just gave me a confused look.

"Snogged...? Oh dude! Private!" She said as she understood and her face flushed. Cassi just burst out laughing, and I simply smiled.

"Just a question!" I said happily, tearing into my scone again.

"Well then..." England replied, flustered. "Maybe I should take you two home soon..."