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"Thank you. So what song, should it be?"
She smiled at him.

"I suppose." Recalling the other day when he met California for the first time at the school. It practically gave himself a headache remembering it.

"I will admit the boy does have heart. Georgia isn't so bad either.." He commented though a blush fell across his cheeks a flashback of Christian calling him dad still embarrasses him even now. Not that it didn't make him happy to hear it, he had thought former colonies no longer wanted anything to do with him anymore. With that in mind, Alabama's comment during his punishment at the fields the day before sent his face burning bright red. Arthur took a moment to clear his throat in efforts of clearing his mind for a second to properly answer the American with much advise as he could. "I don't suppose they are all bad, Alfred. Just different. While some do have roots from France, Spain, a couple of others, and I it is you that united them. You yourself is a one of a kind and your culture and personality shows that. So what if some come across with smart remarks or one is more polite of than the other, it's to be expected. To be honest... I wouldn't want it any other way for each one is part of you." He blushed once again with the last bit said in a low whisper. Not everyday he would openly admit these kinds of things but he felt as if Alfred needed to hear these words. America is so mixed with so many cultures and people from several different backgrounds, it was a no wonder the American's culture is so unique compared to the rest of the world, and that is what makes the nation so interesting. Not too many nations had that kind of variety. Even with all of that the United States have formed their own culture entirely.

The issue of their current realtionship was going to be something that the two would have to face at some point. The Englishman placed his hand onto his chin, as if in deep thought and contemplating what to do of their circumstance. He too wanted this to remain quiet as possible but there was only so much that they could hide without it slipping and cause an uproar. Sooner or later they would be caught and the whole school would be placing their views before the couple could speak. "Don't suppose there is much of a way around it. It's probably best if we come out and speak to them instead of them finding out out of the blue creating a huge emotional stir throughout the campus." At least America and England would be prepared mental and emotional if they presented their relationship. If Georgia and Florida were a couple like Leah said, then there shouldn't be too much of an argument of the nations are together. "Yes, they will probably state their opinions but the one opinion that matters the most would be your own, Alfred. They can disagree all they want but it won't change how you feel and that is one thing that they can respect. Plus I can't say how well my brothers will take the news either."

I have rules in my territories:
*Follow my orders
*Call me -sama
*Don't complain about my food

Alfred looked up as Arthur spoke, he almost teared up. The Brit sure knew how to make him feel better. He gave the other one of his big smiles, the real ones, not the one he always has on, when he trys to brush stuff off.
"Yah, but it sure is a full time job."
He nodded as Arthur put forword his idea, it sounded reasonable.
"Yah, still suprized no one saw us last night."
He smiled remembering the movie. Al tilted his head when Arthur mentioned his brothers.
"Isn't that oranged haired girl related to you? She seems like she could keep them in line."
He chuckled a bit. He had seen both sides of the Irish girl, she was loud when she was mad so who didn't see her, but then she also tryed to calm him when Mattie had gone missing. Al wanted to give Arthur a hug but knew that would draw too much attention.


(Out of Dublin: LOL sorry..)

Romero beamed when Emil also approved of his lasagna. “Gracias! It means a lot. I’m not as good a cook as my brother Luis—he’s Argentina—is, because I spent the years at war while he went to church and the like. From my experience, any meat or pasta goes great with chicha.” The Venezuelan laughed at that, for he remembered well previous times he had drank too much of the alcoholic drink. The fermented beverages did not inebriate the drinker nearly as fast, but too many still had the same effect!

He glanced curiously back at his companion when Emil admitted that he had just been given the sword. “Oh? Surely you have some skill with it, though. You’ve had it long enough, at any rate. Perhaps we could practice fencing someday?”