[ Amelia eyes the beer, of course, but she doesn't say anything, feeling generous enough to give Arthur the benefit of the doubt for now- mostly because she's preoccupied with thinking about wrangling her typically uptight date into dancing with her. She fully intends to manipulate his more jealous tendencies to get him out there with her on the dance floor if she absolutely has to, but she'd prefer not to fight tonight.
She grins easily at him and raises her wine glass in a bit of a toast, then she does the utter most unlady-like thing she possibly can without making a mess; Amelia scoots her chair closer to Arthur's and snuggles up to him, picking at her meal without moving away from him. ]
[Amelia is certainly doing an excellent job of making him as distracted as possible, as proved when he feels her pull in closer just as he's about to take a sip of his beer. Putting back down the glass without drinking anything, England looks at her in surprise, and feels his cheeks warm up at the unexpected invasion of privacy.]
Oh- well, good-!
[He clears his throat, but doesn't make any effort to shift away from her snuggling, instead turning away from Amelia just to pick at his own food, while using it as an opportunity to try and not to let on how flustered he is at the close contact.]
[ The younger nation can't resist smirking to herself in amusement, because of course she can see him blushing, but she feels far more pleased by the fact that England hasn't pulled away from her. She figures he must enjoy the closeness, even if he's clearly not accustomed to it, so she makes herself comfortable tucked against his side and sighs contentedly, feeling rather victorious here. ]
[England takes a bite of his food, doing his best to appear at ease, despite the heat on his cheeks. But he really rather does like how close Amelia is, and doesn't feel a huge desire to pull away, despite his embarrassment. He turns to the younger nation to answer, frowning a little.]
Well- that would really depend on the type of music, wouldn't it? But... yes, of course I do.
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She grins easily at him and raises her wine glass in a bit of a toast, then she does the utter most unlady-like thing she possibly can without making a mess; Amelia scoots her chair closer to Arthur's and snuggles up to him, picking at her meal without moving away from him. ]
It's not bad!
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Oh- well, good-!
[He clears his throat, but doesn't make any effort to shift away from her snuggling, instead turning away from Amelia just to pick at his own food, while using it as an opportunity to try and not to let on how flustered he is at the close contact.]
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So, do you like music, Arthur?
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Well- that would really depend on the type of music, wouldn't it? But... yes, of course I do.
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