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13) Change
A scowl crossed his face as he noticed the setting sun; he was supposed to be gone by now, the meeting with England should have been done with...but she was late. He had so many better things to do with his time then sit around waiting for some nation whom he hadn't seen in centuries. It wasn't like they're countries didn't communicate or trade, it was just that he hadn't met her face to face since they were children. His face reddened slightly when he remembered his crush on the island nation all those years ago, it had been childish and very one-sided, but that was all over now. It had been based on their first meeting when she'd punched him in his face, no-one had ever done it before and he had formed an instant infatuation. Now he was just annoyed that she was late.
One of his men offered him a drink and he grunted a thank you as he took it. The alcohol eased some of his anger and he let his shoulders drop slightly. He knew that if he lost his temper the meeting would not end well, he was already having problems with Sweden over his temper, Sverige had even threatened to leave at one point. The door finally opened and a short thin man stepped in wearing very scruffy clothes. His eyes landed on Denmark and he gave a hasty bow.
"My mistress apologises for the delay, the sea crossing was worse than we'd thought it'd be." He only nodded and the man bolted out of the room. He could hear the tell-tale sound of boots on the floor from down the corridor, she was coming. He stood up and waited for his childhood crush to enter. He found that he was honestly curious about what she looked like. All his memories could bring up was a picture of a dirty scruffy looking girl with a mean glare and a hell of a punch. Really what had his younger self been thin-
He choked on the liquid when he caught sight of the vision that had just stepped in front of him. There was no way that that was England. The woman in front of him was the sexiest he'd ever seen. Long blonde hair that fell to a curvy waist, a slightly large chest that was held in tightly by a cloth shirt, her eyes were a flaring green that showed her every emotion and she had legs that he was dying to have wrapped around him. Any thought on the meeting or her lateness was swept away as he gawked at her. He swore that he could feel a nosebleed coming on and he wondered if all his blood rushing to the south of his body was a good thing.
So busy trying to return to normal he didn't notice the growing anger on England's face. In her mind she saw her old conqueror staring at her chest and she'd just been through a tough sea journey after a disastrous talk with France. She didn't need another pervert.
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