Me: Sorry for no authors note on the last chapter D"X I FEEL HORRIBLE! *Sobs*
Italy: Don't cry! You're going to make me cry D:
Me: *Sniffles and hugs Italy*
Erik: AM I GOING TO BE MOLESTED BY SAM! D:
Me: *Sniffs* Sam is no longer my writing partner because she wanted someone else to have a turn so I'll be having a new writing buddy! ^O^
France: She will be missed
Me: Moment of silence
*Silence*
Erik: Who's going to touch me? *Looks around wildly*
Me: FLUFFY! Cx
Erik: Who the hell is-
Erik2: *Pops out from Erik's cape* PHANTOM! SWEDEN! *Glomps both*
Sweden:…
Erik: WHAT THE HELL!?
Me: PHANTOM! SWEDEN! ERIK! *Glomps*
Spain: Who is the Niño?
Me: This is my best bud, Erik
Erik: He's Erik too?
Me: Yes! ^-^ And he's a full german!
Erik2: GERMAN SPARKLE PARTY! *Takes out random beer*
Me: I thought you had to be 16 or something before you could- *Is randomly Put on Germany's shoulders*
Prussia: ENJOY THE BEER!
Germany: Beer! *Takes a big gulp*
Erik2: PARTY TIME *Brings out random stereo system*
Italy: Yay!
Me:…Oh what the hell *Throws hands up* YAY! PARTY!
Prussia: ALL READERS INVITED!
France: *Runs in naked* WINE FOR EVERYBODY
Erik2: O/O
Me: *Slaps flower over private area* THIS STORY IS RATED T NOT M, FRANCE
France: Fine :( …*Tosses bottles of wine in the air* We can still have wine!
Me: *Shrugs and takes out juice box* I guess a little wine can't hurt
Russia: VOOOOODKA! *Throws Vodka in the air*
Me: *Grabs Germany and Prussia* Do you have your party pants? ;D
Prussia: Hell Yeah!
Germany: Party pants? *Looks down at sparkly pants* Party pants! :)
Me:OMW! YOU'RE SMILING!
Prussia: The awesome powers of Beer :D
Germany: LETS DANCE! *Strikes a pose*
*Disco ball and colorful lights appear*
Prussia: WHOOO! DO THAT AGAIN, WEST!
Me: *Is grabbed by Prussia and Germany*
Iceland: *Dances with China*
Mr. Puffin: *Dances with China's Panda*
Erik2: *Has somehow gotten Erik to dance with him*
Erik: I *Hiccups* will dance but *Hiccups* I won't like *Burps* it
Erik2: LOL! How much did you drink?
Erik: A dozen *Hiccups* of *Hiccups* everything
Erik2: YOU ARE AWESOME!
Prussia: *Dances by with Authoress and Germany* Not as awesome as the awesome me!
Romano: This is stupid!
Spain: Lets dance, Lovi!
Romano: NO WAY, TOMATO LOVING BA-*Is pulled over to dance floor*
Hungary: So cute!
Austria: May I have the honor? *bows*
Hungary: *Pulls Austria to dance floor* PARTY!
Germany: *Pulls Italy over*
Me: All we need now is-
Erik2: GLITTERY FLIPPING SPARKLES! *Turns on fan on a mountain of glitter*
France: Glitter! *Pulls England and America over*
England: What the-
France: DANCE!
America: *Hiccups* WHOOO BEST PARTY EVERY
Denmark: BEEEEER! *Tackles beer*
Norway: -_-
Romano: CHIIIIIIIIGI
Japan: *Is snapping pictures like crazy*
England sighed and snuggled into his pillow.
"Chocolate waffles" His pillow mumbled. England frowned. Pillows weren't supposed to talk. He shrugged and decided to let it go. He had been through least it wasn't trying to kiss him like that one time.
He wrapped his arms around his pillow and proceeded in cuddling into it. He took in a deep breath and sighed in contentment. His pillow smelled vaguely of blueberries. His pillow shifted a bit from under him and then settled down, having found a comfortable position. England opened his eyes and was met with brown curly hair. He moved his head a bit and realized that his head happened to be in the crook of someone's neck. He lifted his head and was met with Amelia's peacefully sleeping face.
"She's so pretty" He murmured. He blushed a nice scarlet when he saw that her arms were wrapped around his neck and that he was on top of her. He tried to move but found that his legs were entangled in hers. Every time he moved his legs or arms Amelia would frown uncomfortably and let a 'Mew' to which left England with a small nosebleed.
"Mew" She groaned. England sighed, plopping his head back in the crook of her neck. 'Might as well go back to sleep because it doesn't look like I'm going anywhere' He thought. He closed his eyes and began to drift off.
Amelia awoke to something comfortably on top of her. Amelia reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at the shaggy blonde hair that obviously belonged to England. She tilted her head a bit. Where was she? She finally became aware how they were positioned and she felt the heat of a blush rise to her cheeks. Her stomach decided then to growl very loudly.
"Are you hungry?" Came England's sleepy voice from atop her. He lifted his head and looked at her curiously. Amelia opened her mouth to answer when she was interrupted rudely by her stomach growling. England smiled.
"Guess that answers my question" England frowned, looking at their entangled bodies. "How are we going to get out?" Amelia shrugged. She unwrapped her arms from his neck and England did the same with her waist. They worked for a couple minutes, trying to untangle their legs. This failed and they rolled off the armchair.
"Oof!" They both groaned as they hit the floor. England had instinctively wrapped his arms around her and spun them around so he was on bottom. They were both redder than some of Spain's best tomatoes. England stood up and offered her his hand.
"Thanks" Amelia took his offered hand, stood up, and followed him out of the room. Amelia noticed an orange white cat following behind her. She made a clicking sound with her tongue and scooped up the cat in her arms.
England entered the kitchen and pulled out some fresh Scones. He handed her a scone and hoped she'd like it. Amelia took a bite and it felt as though her tongue had went to heaven.
"OH MY Waffles! This is almost as good as ice cream!" Amelia took another bite and moaned. England stood watching her with his mouth agape. 'She likes my cooking!' A wide grin spread across his face. He didn't care if he looked foolish. She liked his cooking!
"SHE LIKES MY COOKING!" He proceeded in running around the room.
"TAKE THAT, YOU FILTHY FROG EATER!" He shouted pointing at France, who sitting on a chair drinking wine. England stopped running around and looked at the Frenchman confusedly.
"How did you get in?" France smiled at his question and looked towards Amelia, who had taken to eating as many scones possible before England could see her.
"I heard that this beautiful swan" He gestured towards Amelia who had her mouth stuffed with scones. She smiled sheepishly and waved "..Was here and decided to drop by and apologize" he looked down at the floor shamefully.
"Apologize for what, France?" Amelia asked before England could. France walked over to her and took her hand.
"I wanted to apologize for my actions at the meeting" Amelia smiled and squeezed his hand reassuringly.
"All is forgiven" France grinned and turned towards the confuzzled England.
"What?" England continued to gape.
"Again, what is it? Am I not allowed to act like a gentleman and apologize?" Before England could answer they interrupted by a knock on the door and voice.
"The awesome Prussia has come to pick up his Mädchen!" Amelia smiled and hugged England, giving the blonde a quick peck on the cheek.
"Thanks for the scones and the nap, England! They were amazing!" Amelia turned towards France and embraced him also, to which he returned automatically. France grinned pervishly and was about to grab Amelia's tush, when England shot him an icy glare and mouthed the word 'Earth' at him.
"Don't make me come down there, France!" Earth's voiced boomed. France paled and let go of the brunette. All three of them looked around the room in surprise.
"Waffle God?" Amelia said in awe, snuggling into England Cat.
"How are you doing this!" :D England smiled, looking at the scared Frenchie.
"It's magic!" Earth said happily.
"Momma!" Amelia squealed, putting down England cat and throwing her hands in the air.
"I gotta run! Sun just accidentally put Mercury on fire!"
"Amelia! It's unawesome to keep me standing in the cold!" Prussia whined. "Stupid English weather" He pouted, rubbing his hands together for warmth
"Bye, Mon Cherie" France smiled nervously and winked at her. Amelia rolled her red eyes and gave him a small peck on the cheek also before running over to the door.
"Coming, Prussia!" France smirked at the Englishman.
"She's a charming little flower" England sighed in return, still looking at the door.
"I believe she'll have all the nation's smitten by.." He looked up and scrunched up his face in concentration, as if doing a difficult math problem in his head "..In about two weeks!" He exclaimed proudly.
"What do you mean?"
"She has a pure heart, Angelterre." He said in awe. England continued giving him a O_o look. France sighed.
"I know the ways of the amour better than anyone. When a person has a heart so pure it will attract people like moths to a flame. She a very likable person in short words" He explained. England nodded.
"I get it, but how is it so special?" France rolled his eyes and put his arm around the Emerald eyed Nation.
"It's so special because pure hearts only come around every eleven centuries or so"
"Oh"
…
"France?"
"Hm?"
"GET YOUR BLOODY ARM OFF ME!"