"Well you drug me out of my date! It`s the weekend why are you guys having a meeting now anyway?" I asked everyone.
"None of your business. Also, I can do whatever I want to colonies of England that includes ruining your little 'date'" He snarled. "You had work to do therefore you shouldn`t have been out looking for guys to let in your skirt when I found you!" I continued my blush but this time for a different reason, because Matthew and everyone else heard his comment.
"Shut up." I whispered curtly. He raised his eyebrows as if to say 'so you`re going to tell me to shut up?'
"Two weeks detention. One more strike and it will be suspension." He glared at me with a stern expression on his face. But the green flecks didn`t show the hatred he was speaking , didn`t show anger. No, his eyes flicked to Matthew then to me, his expression changed to silently ask, "How did that happen?" I shrugged and sat down in my seat next to him pulling out the clump of papers that were miraculously still in good condition, especially because I threw them on the ground the night before.
"Yes sir." I mumbled and quickly began filling out the information, handing them to England as I finished them. "I apologize for my irresponsibility." He smiled softly , something rarely seen. I returned the smile, confused of why I was receiving it.
"Don`t let I happen again and if it does you will really receive punishment." He muttered. I smiled gratefully at him, refusing to glance at the Canadian. Mouthing 'thank you' I finished the papers, hoping I did them right.
At lunch that day the girls came to ask me what happened but I quickly cut off my tale when I saw the Brit walking towards us. Bidding me goodbye the girls left, Hungary giving me a knowing wink. I stuck my tongue out at her and prepared myself of a verbal lashing on whatever I had done wrong. "Am I in trouble?" I asked nervously .
"No, you`re not. I simply wanted to talk." I must have looked shocked. "Is it wrong that we`re not fighting all the time? I`m not always mean you know."
"But yesterday…and earlier and…huh?" I sputtered.
"Want to eat with me?" He offered a small smile. I nearly smacked myself. Okay England+ nice= does not compute. I nodded hesitantly as if waiting for a catch.
We sat down and I only stared in awe, wondering what had made him so different all of the sudden. Just this morning he had been so mean, then that look in his eye, then this? It didn`t add up. "What are you looking at?" He asked giving me a side-glance.
"Hm? Oh, nothing…I was just wondering…" I stopped myself before I said something I would regret.
"Wondering what? Why I`m not giving you detention? Not calling you names?" He smirked. I blushed and nodded. "I want to lie and say I think I have been to hard on you but truth is, Matthew talked to me, so did Francis, and Elizaveta, all of those people who seem to live to defend you. Matthew doing it after you left this morning was the last straw. I don`t think I have been that hard on you but perhaps I have and just don`t realize it. Don`t expect it to always be this way though. This is just me trying to loosen up, be nicer." I spotted a blush growing on his cheeks. Also was that a lie? Something to convince me he wasn`t doing this of his own free will?
"Oh?" I stood, my lunch nearly untouched. He nodded just a little too quickly, lips pressed a little too tight, eyes meeting mine for just a little too short of a time, for me to believe him.
Darting out of the lunch room, I caught Matthew by the arm outside, making sure England wasn`t coming out, I asked him, "Did you talk to England about me this morning?" He looked confused.
"No."
