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[mememaker]

HOW I LOVE YOU

There are many types of love out there and you might feel multiple types for any one person in your life. For whatever reason, you are suddenly compelled to list all those types, describe them in depth to someone close to you.

So do you love them as a friend? As family? As a lover?

Did they even know that's how you felt? Oh, oops.

Well,

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[pearloftheeast]

Um . . .

so would you prefer nation names or human names

[pixietea]

[She gets a politely curious look.]

Ah, hello. [He squints a little.] Are you sick? You're a tad flushed.

either's fine with me, so I'll go with your preference. :3

[pearloftheeast]

Me? Pffft! Nope, I never get sick!

[But she's about as red as a tomato. Herpderp.]

Uh, so. How are you?

c: nation names are my reflex ;;;

[pixietea]

[He's a little confused that she's actually talking to him. Because, I mean. He's not exactly popular.]

I am quite well, my dear. And how are you faring, if you have not fallen ill?

me too, I must admit. XD

[pearloftheeast]

I'm . . . fine.

You're being nice today. Normally you're always snarling at me.

[Headscratch. And yet . . . Oh, England.]

oh goodness, i thought i was the only one! people seem to prefer human names orz

[pixietea]

...

[What, do you want him to be mean to you? He huffs a little, crossing his arms and looking away because he is a goddamn woman, my god]

Is a man not allowed his good moods? [He clearly had the quality tea this morning.]

oh I'm okay with that but idk, the nation names are more apt for me. XD

[pearloftheeast]

[Oops now she got him mad slkfbsldf]

Sorry. Haha.

It's nice when you're actually . . . nice.

[She blushed again. She knows how awful it is to crush on what could be considered America's dad (considering that she's in love with America) but it's all England's fault. (One in particular made her crush on all of them. L-lol.)]

Makes you look really handsome--

I mean!!!

same here!

[pixietea]

[Huff. Glare. Huff. ...Blink.

Huh?]

...

[Blink again. Nope, she's still there and still looking flustered, and he is no less confused by the sudden compliment. So he'll do what he does best: look a gift horse in the mouth.]

Beg pardon?

<333

[pearloftheeast]

[sobs]

Ummmmm . . .

Yeah.

[Burying her face in her hands now.]

AHHHHHH I'M SO EMBARRASSED!!!

<3

[pixietea]

[His face? Now pink. Curse his pale British complexion.]

Ah. I-- well. That is-- thank you? [Don't upward inflect there you idiot that is not supposed to be a question--] I'm...glad that you think so.

[He doesn't think he's been called "handsome" since the days of traditional aristocracy, at least not to his face.]

[pearloftheeast]

[Peeking at him from behind her hands, despite better judgment. Oooh, he's blushing! So cute!]

Yeah.

[Awkward moment.]

So, um, I thought . . . it would be nice if we could . . . hang out.

[pixietea]

[He has always been told he is far too much of a stuffy old man for "hanging out". He is thus perplexed by her invitation, and in addition is blissfully oblivious to her train of thought.]

I cannot imagine that we have much in common. [This is his way of saying "you'll probably get bored" without downing on himself too much.] You would not rather spend time with your neighbours?

[And by that he means East Asia, or That Place He Could Not Colonize Somehow.]

[pearloftheeast]

Oh, I hang out with them all the time. I hang out with a lot of people and nations all the time. But I wanna hang out with you more.

[Spain got to her first, that's right. But she and England can be friends now! 8D Indeed, she liked to joke that England was old and stuffy, but the nation who sired Shakespeare, Tolkien, Lewis, and a lot of other writers couldn't be all that boring.]

Don't you want to?

[pixietea]

[We don't talk about Spain's empire here. Harumph. Lewis Carroll and J.K. Rowling deserve mention too I think

He considers the question, coloring a little more at her statement.] Well-- you'd be foolish to not want to pass time with me. [There's the tsun. Safe, safe tsun. He regathers his act of confidence and clears his throat.]

I don't think it would be a bother to me. [A moment of hesitation, and then:] What would you like to do?

[pearloftheeast]

[Rowling's one of the mun's favorites, so yes!]

[His flippant, arrogant remark earned a laugh from the oriental nation, as well as a playful roll of amber-black eyes.] Yeah, yeah, sure. Everyone wants to party with England. [She grinned.]

Great! Um . . . how about a movie? Or . . . do you like the beach? We can dance and swim and have a barbecue!

[It sounded like she was asking him on a date. Why did this sound like a date??? She gnawed her lower lip, flushing a dusky pink once again, hoping that she didn't look too silly.]

[pixietea]

[i'm also ashamed for forgetting Ian Fleming of James Bond fame, so, him too

He huffed, folding his arms over his chest and turning up his nose.] Anyone with class should certainly want to, yes. [He knew she was being sarcastic, of course; he's British, he can smell sarcasm from miles away. But it was worth tacking on.

Her suggestions garner a look somewhere between suspicion and bemusement. Those things sound like...date-like things. Or young-people-in-general things. As in, not-for-England things. But he answers nonetheless.]

As long as it is not an American movie. As for the beach... ...I don't much fancy swimming. Or sunburn. [Seriously. Do you see how pale he is? His huge pirate hats were as much for sun protection as they were for show.] Though a barbecue might be nice, like.

[Just don't let him anywhere near the grill. No joke.]