- How This Mess Started -
"ENOUGH! I WILL NOT BE TAKEN ANYWHERE BY ANYONE! I AM MY OWN PERSON! SINCE YOU CAN'T BE MATURE ABOUT THIS, WHY DON'T YOU ACT LIKE THE CHILDREN THAT YOU ARE AND SETTLE IT WITH ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!?"
The countries looked at you in surprise before sighing and nodding, they formed a circle around the meeting room.
"ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS! SHOOT!"
"Ohonhonhon~ Looks like I'm going to take _____ on a date, non?"
"You bloody frog! As if I'd let you win!"
You silently cheered on England inside your mind. You didn't want to go out with *cough* the rapist *cough* France. The other countries watched, more or less, silently. The tension began to build inside the room, eventually becoming so thick that it could cut with a knife.
"Can we just get on with this?"
England gave you an apologetic look and smiled.
"I'm sorry love. It will only be a moment."
You sighed while tapping your foot on the ground impatiently. There was just a rustling sound, silence and then quiet weeping.
"Non! 'ow could I 'ave lost!"
France was on the floor with a handkerchief in between his teeth and was shaking his head back and forth. England stood over him with arms crossed, a smug look on his face.
England turned to you and smiled sweetly before nudging the French country with his foot.
"Come on you frog. Get up, you're making a fool of yourself."
France sighed and got up before going to sulk in a corner. England sighed and walked over to you, slipping a hand around your waist.
"Well then love. Where should we go?"
You sipped your mocha while England slowly drank his still-steaming Earl Grey. He looked across the table and directly at you.
"Hmm? What is it England?"
"Call me Arthur, love, is there something wrong? You've been unusually silent."
"O-Oh! Have I? I'm just a little nervous. That's all."
You yawned and blinked groggily. England chuckled and got up, earning a confused look from you. He simply grasped your hand and pulled you up.
"Engl- Arthur, what are you doing? Where are we going?"
"I'm going to take you home."
"You seem tired, you haven't been talking much either love. Maybe we should continue this date another time."
Sighing, you let him drag you out of the cafe, albeit, reluctantly. He wasn't lying completely, you were tired and all that you wanted was a nice, LONG nap.
~(At Your House)~
"Here we are love. You can get out n-"
England's breath caught in his throat when he saw your sleeping form. (h/c) hair framed her face in voluminous waves and your chest rose and fell with soft, gentle breaths. The Englishman couldn't help but smile at you, you looked so cute.
Climbing out of the car, England opened your door and gently scooped you up. Carrying you bridal style, he carried your sleeping form to the door and flipped over the door mat. An extra key, he couldn't help but smile. Sometimes, you were a bit too easy to figure out.
He opened the door and walked up the stairs. Setting you gently on the (f/c) sheets of your bed. England bent over and kissed your cheek.
"Sweet dreams poppet."
~Extended Ending (At England's House)~
England opened the door and walked inside, hanging his coat on a rack, he walked into the living room, only to be met by a smiling Sealand.
"What the hell are you doing here Sealand?"
"I should ask you the same question!"
"You're home a little early aren't you? Did your jerky-ness scare off _____?"
"You little wanker! That's not it at all! She was tired, so I took her home!"
"Did you take advantage of her?"
"WHY YOU LITTLE PIECE OF-"
With a laugh Sealand took off down the hall with England in hot pursuit.