England

England's house

Back garden swing Surrounded by roses

Right across entrance That connects to maze

-/::-/

"...turn and peep.

Turn and peep.

There's blood in the shoe.

Turn and peep..."

England set his Grimm's fairy tales book down and looked at Lichtenstein. She was very interested in the story was looking intentively at him. He chuckled lightly patting her on the head snapping her out of concentration.

They were sipping upon tea and had (neglected) fresh crumpets on a small table by them.

"...you remind me of Sealand when I read him these..."

Lichtenstein looked at him questioning what he said.

"What? I thought he hated you?"

"...He doesn't remember anymore...let's..."

Lichtenstein was confused about his words but went along with it. She shouldn't pick on it. It seemed like a sensitive subject for England.

England looked back at his book he discarded to his lap and then at the 'burnt' crumpets and scones and other treats neglected on top of his garden table.

'Maybe I should test it...but after some more small talk. A more natural aproach would seem better.'

He glanced back at Lichtenstein.

"...How come everytime you come here you ask me to read you Brother's Grimm? I'm sure Germany would be glad to tell you."

England picked up the book and stroked the corners familiarly.

"You know, these stories are very old. Often, things get lost in the translations and through time."

Lichtenstein looked at England weirdly.

"..I see what you mean ...can you give me an example?"

England sweat dropped and looked away.

"I'd rather not...but I can say there is a fault in Rapunzel..."

England scratched his cheek awkwardly...it would ruin something if THAT was told...other exanple would do but then again..those are a bit bad too. Lichtenstein would probably like not hearing them. Espicially Switzerland.

Lichtenstein felt the awkward atmosphere and turned away before a green rose on a bush caught her attention. She gently carressed the rose and adjusted herself comfortably before looking back at England. Around England, it was comforting. Switzerland liked him of course. She chuckled at the thought of Switzerland's opinion. England was a prick. But that was only when he was with a lot of countries. Countries won't let things go with him until they or him die. So it's either prick or sorry. Well, it seemed true...Lichtenstein sighed and rested her face on her hand. She needs to stop hanging out with the other girls and 'gossip'/theories...espicially the internet.

She looked back at the flower and put on a soft smile.

"You can't tend roses whith a mind at war*"

England broke the atmosphere and looked at Lichtenstein.

"...You hang out with me too much. You're getting a bit sentimental.."

Lichtenstein's smile grew wider as she put thought on the thought. It was true. She was being clouded in nostolgia within England's peaceful area. It wasn't a bad thing though. Reminincing made her feel lighter.

"You're quite nice to talk to . A gentleman."

England glanced torward the crumpets lying by the teapot. The time felt right. He should offer a crumpet now.

"Lichtenstein, try one."

Lichenstein looked at the burnt crumpets and reached for a crumpet to examine.

They looked unapitizing. She looked at England and at it hesitantly. It was wierd, he looked expectant and a bit satisfied...also smug...It was puzzling because his treats and food don't ever look right...

'I trust ...they won't kill me...maybe...'

She stared at it.

Burnt outside. It felt heavy...wierd purple tint and it was showered in bubbly lumps.

'You shouldn't judge. People have their tastes..'

Lichtenstein looked at the tenantively now that she convinced herself for some courage and bit it quickly and took a sip of tea in case.

It's taste was clean and smooth. A sour taste of cramberry calmed with a milky bread. Honey slightly melted into the flavour. The flavour was perfect with the tea that melted down the dry taste with cinnamon.

"...it's...good?...wait, wasn't it burned just a few seconds ago?"

"Lichenstein. We shouldn't judge by looks. Now secrets are always hidden in the oddest of looks and ways...with looks. There is only really a shell."

England set the crumpets back by the tea.

Lichenstein didn't really get it. His words were a bit compicated. She was able to decipher a tidbit of it though.

"Enough of this talk now Lichtenstein."

England got off the swing and offered a hand to Lichenstein.

"There's time to spend and many things that last only for so long. There's a certain hole in the garden I've been itching to explore. Would you join?"

England inched his hand over torward Lichtenstein slightly. She was dazed a bit and took a littlebit time to proccess what he said. He was going fast with excitement. She smiled as she reached her hand forward.

"Sure."

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*the qoute I made was originally supposed to be "you can't tend roses with the nature of a gun."

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Omake:

"..LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M NOT LETTING YOU CLIMB OFF MY HAIR FOR THE LAST TIME!"

A sweet voice rang out clearly blending nicely with the birds.

"But my love. I love you. I would love to see you and your face. Please let thy hair down."

England scowled. And tied a mint ribbon around his neck. And tested his voice again. It was husky and a bit rough. But it sounded natural enough.

"LEAVE THIS PLACE!"

The man below ran at the sudden change thinking a man of the area came by. It would be bad to see a man of his status to be seen begging.

England smirked and twirled the ribbon a few times making it dissapear from view.

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A headcanon of my own if I say so myself...heeheh...

Oh, and a bonus. To celebrate Canada's birthday and America's

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Bonus:

"... ...Where are we?"

Lichentstein grabbed her hair ornament before it was stolen by the wind as it loosened.

"We're falling...Ah. I was looking for this."

England nabbed a top hat as it was floating with them.

They were falling.

England looked down as their falling became a bit more intense.

"We'll be landing soon Lichtenstein. Take my hand."

"What! Landing?"

Lichtenstein panicked slightly and took England's hand. Ther was nothing below them except for other flying objects.

"Don't worry love. It won't hurt. Plus. Look down."