A/N: Yes! This is a milestone chapter! This is officially the longest story I have ever written.
Just a heads up: if you are planning to see the movie Safe Haven skip the first bit because there is a spoiler for how the movie ends. If you're like me and don't care, read on.
Thank you guys for reading, reviewing, following both my story and me (I'm always up to something so that was a clever choice), and for author and story favorites. Not only do they mean a lot but you don't know me and have no reason to be nice, therefore I am inclined to believe what you guys say.
Also, I set up a pole for a story idea I'm working on. It kind of needs outside involvement so if you can take a look at it.
And lastly, I wasn't given an age for Thomas so I used the information I was given and make an educated guess. I hope I was close.
Chapter 20: GNO + Collage Guy In Bathroom = Trouble
"Thank you for coming with me Miss Hungary."
"No problem Ukraine. It's been a while since I've gone out with girlfriends or been to the cinema." Hungary said as she finished off her popcorn.
"That was a good movie. Big brother would never have let me watch it at home." Liechtenstein murmured. Hungary gave a boisterous laugh and slung one arm around the younger nation's shoulders.
"Switzerland is too protective over you, sweetie. There's only a little violence in Safe Haven."
"There was more than a little violence."
"But it ended well. She got rid of her creeper stalker of a husband and got the guy. What more can you want in a good movie?"
"Hey can we stop by the ladies' room?" Ukraine requested.
"Sure, sounds good. There's a music shop across the way, I think I'll check their music book selection."
"I'll come too." Liechtenstein volunteered. Together the two nations trotted off to the music store leaving Ukraine to the safety of the bathroom… or not. Ukraine pushed open the bathroom door and shuffled inside. Ukraine knew that humans were an odd lot but having a large wooden crate in the woman's bathroom was out there even for them. Ukraine of course did what any rational country would have done. She decided to inspect it.
After some work she managed to pry off the lid of the crate. Unfortunately for her, Ukraine remembered too late what had been in Russia's crate. In an instant Ukraine was confronted with deep blue eyes. Unlike Aura's arrival, this fan did not explode out of his crate but instead slowly climbed out. He tossed a winning smile at Ukraine. The boy was older than all of the fans the other nations had received so far, perhaps in his early to mid-twenties. He stood at about six two; tan, with extremely well-muscled legs, most likely from running track or other such activity.
"Hello there Ukraine. My name is Thomas Kievenski." Thomas stepped forward, took Ukraine's right hand, and kissed it. "At your service." Thomas attempted to take a step forward only to conveniently trip over a loose tile and crash into Ukraine, pinning her to the ground. As if to show that, yes, things could get worse, at that exact moment Hungary opened the bathroom door. Her forest green eyes took in the scene of Thomas on top of Ukraine and suddenly her eyes were on fire. She whipped out her frying pan from God knows where and swiftly put it to good use. Thomas never stood a chance.
Austria what on earth am I going to do for you…?