We all got out of the car and went into the library. Katie and France were talking in whispers. Bekah and Prussia were also talking, but a bit louder, and they kept using the word "Awesome." I shook my head and kinda wandered off to the upstairs reference section. Katie had walked off to the manga section, followed by France. Bekah and Prussia walked to the fiction section. I heard Italy run down the stairs with an angry Germany behind him. I had already gotten on and was reading a FrUk lemon when I noticed that England was behind me reading over my shoulder. His face was a deep scarlet and had on a terrified look.

"Um...uh...m-me and...F-France are j-just friends! A-also I don't...play for that team!" he managed to stutter out his face growing redder. I felt my cheeks burn.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything by it! I only read them because they're good stories, I swear!" I said lifting my hands in an 'I surrender' sort of fashion.

"Um...just do me a favor, and don't EVER show France. He might get even more ideas than he already has." Britain replied, glancing around nervously.

"Yeah. I won't. Promise." I replied. "Anyways, I don't think France will be bothering others as much because of Katie"

"I don't think that will happen" England said.

"Well then you don't know Katie" I said, trying to convince him. "She's really nice until you get on her bad side, then she's scarier than Belarus."

Britain shuddered. "That I would not like to see." he muttered, then sat in a chair next to me. "Do you read that stuff often?"

"Well, it's mostly GerIta." I replied, then, seeing the confused expression on his face clarified, "Germany and Italy. I generally like fluff better than smut. That means cute, loving stuff as opposed to detailed sex."

He chuckled. "I see."

"Hey, um...I was wondering if you would like to see some demotivationals?" I asked, already
beginning my Google search. The first one that showed up was:

England laughed. "So people take pictures of us and put captions on them?" He asked.

"Yup. I love them." I replied, scrolling through the results.

"I can see why. It's entertaining." He said, looking at them with me.

I stretched and closed out of it, going to YouTube instead. I looked up, "China doesn't like subtitles," and hit play. The entire video, I was just laughing. After a bit, America came over.

"What's so funny?" He demanded. I handed him the headphones and started it from the beginning again. Now he was laughing. When it was over, he handed the headphones back to me. "Dude! That was hilarious! 'Ooh! Look at me! I don't need subtitles!' Serious comedy there!" He commented.

"Juvenile." Britain muttered irritably.

"Aw, come on! Being juvenile is fun!" I said, smiling at Britain.

"It's annoying." He retorted.

"I'll cure you of that attitude before the season changes, mark my words." I vowed.

"Yeah. Good luck with that. I've tried, and the best I can do is get him to argue with me." America said, rather facetiously.

"That's because he thinks you're a bloody immature git." I replied matter-of-factly.

"I'm not a git! I'm the Hero!"

"Whatever you say, America."

"Well, I AM!"

"I've grown up an American, and I still think you're conceited."

"I'm not conceited! That's not a heroic trait at all!"

"Exactly my point! You may be strong, tall, kind, funny, and even sexy, but you are NOT a hero." I retorted, then, realizing what I just said, turned bright red and covered my mouth with my hands. My eyes widened and I looked away, not wanting to see America's response.

"You think I'm sexy?" "You think he's sexy?" America and Britain said at the same time.

"No! Um...well...that is to say...yes. But there are lots of people I think are sexy! Like Britain." I said, then swore. "Ah, shit!" I was digging myself still deeper into this hole. Tears of mortification began rolling down my cheeks and I got up. "I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, then ran, not really paying attention to where I went. Hot tears blurred my vision, and I didn't care. I ran out of the library and kept running till I didn't know where I was. I looked around, getting afraid. I was in a dark grove, despite it having been light when I left the library. I heard a twig snap and whipped around.