A revelation in the light of day
Who: America, England
What: A picnic basket, some booze, the clock tower - a date. Let's hope it goes well.
When: Thursday, January 19th.
Where: England's shop, then the clock tower.
Warnings: None yet, but let's say PG-13 because it's these guys. And there will be drinking later.
Status: In Progress
Having left the picnic basket with all of its goodies at the view atop the clock tower, America stands before the door to England's tea shop, poised and ready to knock. Gasp, he's actually knocking. He's dressed up a little too - a neat white shirt, the denim jacket from the date auction way back when, and black slacks.
There is excitement in his bright blue eyes, but he is also fraught with nerves. It has been so long, he never thought this would happen, especially after everything the City has brought upon them to complicate the process...
He is still uncertain, but he is doing this. It is happening. He swallows once, then banishes the nerves from his face by adopting a huge smile. He knocks.
What: A picnic basket, some booze, the clock tower - a date. Let's hope it goes well.
When: Thursday, January 19th.
Where: England's shop, then the clock tower.
Warnings: None yet, but let's say PG-13 because it's these guys. And there will be drinking later.
Status: In Progress
Having left the picnic basket with all of its goodies at the view atop the clock tower, America stands before the door to England's tea shop, poised and ready to knock. Gasp, he's actually knocking. He's dressed up a little too - a neat white shirt, the denim jacket from the date auction way back when, and black slacks.
There is excitement in his bright blue eyes, but he is also fraught with nerves. It has been so long, he never thought this would happen, especially after everything the City has brought upon them to complicate the process...
He is still uncertain, but he is doing this. It is happening. He swallows once, then banishes the nerves from his face by adopting a huge smile. He knocks.