Okay. I think I have an opportunity to do something now. Today, most of the female Nations announced that there'll be some kinda big dance thingy soon. Ireland didn't do anything other than look really, really depressed though. If I can keep my head, I might be able to ask her! I just hope she says yes…
Heilige Scheiße!
(That means "Holy S***!" in German.)
SHE SAID YES! Okay, I need to calm down. What happened was:
When we left, I caught up to her on the sidewalk. "Yea?" She asked, still looking a bit sad.
"Uh, hi Ireland. I was, uh, just w-wondering if you were going to the d-dance." I managed to choke out.
"Probably not, unless someone wants me to." Now she looked really sad.
"Um, would-would you like to go with me?" I managed to ask. Why was that so hard?! But it was worth it for her response. She looked surprised, and then looked around like I might be asking someone else. She turned back to me, pointed at herself, and choked out, "M-me?"
"Y-yea, you, Ireland." I managed to say. She looked really, really happy. There's a word that means that… what is it again… Oh! Ecstatic! That's it, she looked ecstatic.
"W-well, sure then! I'd love to! Thanks for asking me, Prussia. But I will warn you, when I go to a formal event like a ball, I go back to being a Mimbrate noblewoman. If you can handle that, I'm pretty sure you can handle anything from me. But if it becomes too much, I should be fine if you manage to get me onto the roof." She advised happily. I was caught completely off-guard. And as she went off, I just stared lamely after her, not realizing it until Spain and France actually had to hit me with a frozen, headless chicken. But I didn't care. I'd managed to get a date with the most impossible woman. I was feeling pretty damn good. Now, I just need to find out what a Mimbrate noblewoman is and how one would act. And how I should properly react to one…
(The rest of the page had red wine spilled on it.)