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Today had been a slow day. Rutilio had inevitably wondered off on his own to scope out the school on his own and stumbled across the various club rooms. Many of them looked interesting enough, but none particularly appealed to him. Honestly, he was more than a little disappointed there weren't more sports clubs and many of the rooms looked like they hadn't been so much as touched in weeks if not months. It was rather tragic to see that the student body apparently wasn't more attentive to their extracurricular activities despite many of them having their names up. His random meandering eventually brought him to the Host Club room and the Floridian raised a brow at the suspicious title. Rutilio, being the adventurous sort who was willing to try just about anything once, decided to investigate.

The Floridian had to admire that this seemed to be one of the nicer club rooms or at least one of the better maintained ones. It looked like whoever was in charge around here had a flare for the flamboyant, but Rutilio wasn't terribly bothered by it. Not everyone could have his unique style which essentially amounted to constantly trying to shove an ever mounting pile of stuff into a corner. Many times it was like a seemingly futile effort to contain the urban sprawl of his beloved cities. The worst part of it was that it felt like every time he finally managed to get his stuff organized just the way he liked it, Mother Nature or the military or America or yet another new invasive species would flood his home and mess it up all over again. There were times when he considered hiring a house keeper, but Florida was a little sensitive about having strangers poking around his home too much. He had grown accustomed to transplants so long as they respected that his home was still his and there were certain ways he liked it. No matter how seemingly "progressive" the Floridian became, deep down he still harbored his reclusive tendencies and sometimes missed when he was thought of as little more than that weird swamp hermit.

Eventually the Floridian's eyes fell on the membership list and within seconds of seeing the fateful combination of Germany and Tennessee as members of the Host Club he burst into a peel of laughter. That was rich! Those two were so stiff and awkward! Rutilio would pay to see those two wooing the lads and lasses! When he saw his own boyfriend's name on the list he sobered a bit remembering when Christian had told him about this on the beach. Of course he wasn't going to cast stones considering his own tourism whore habits, but Rutilio couldn't help being a bit wary after how his boyfriend recently got himself collared by some dominatrix the other day...

Florida flinched when he felt his cell phone buzz and gingerly eased it out of his pocket so it wouldn't press against a new bruise he had picked up on his most recent misadventure. For a brief moment his eyes flickered to the wounded hip and he wondered about the extent of the injury. Hopefully it wasn't going to swell. That would just be his luck although he conceded that it was a miracle Georgia hadn't grabbed him on that side in the lunch room. Turning his attention to the phone, his mouth twitched into an amused smile when he saw it was from none other than George Christian Jones!

He selected the message in his inbox and his eyes widened in surprise as a faint blush dusted across his cheeks. Georgia wanted to try to have another date tonight? He had been serious!? The Floridian's heart began to beat and he paced around in circles holding his phone helplessly almost as if looking for someone else to do this for him. Once he regained his flustered wits and realized that there was no one else to do this for him, Rutilio quietly weighed his options. Dating was far more difficult than he thought when he couldn't simply frolic about doing what he wanted when he wanted to. Georgia had expectations of him beyond a booty call! How had he talked himself into this yesterday?

Oh, yeah, he'd been broadsided by the invitation and Georgia had run off before the Floridian could do anything stupid. After a moment of quietly steeling himself, Rutilio finally responded.



There was no taunting, teasing nor any of his usual banter inducing bratty remarks. His mind had drawn a total blank despite his wealth of experience in flirtation and the Floridian felt intensely disappointed in himself. Surely there had been something he could make fun of Georgia for... but he was shooting blanks when all he could think about was whether or not he was supposed to bring flowers or if that had been a stupid idea the other day...

"I am in trouble," Rutilio hissed at himself as he grabbed at his hair in frustration.

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Florida struggled not to blush when he realized someone else was in the room and clutched his cellphone against himself in surprise as his eyes darted towards the Frenchman. Rutilio was familiar with France both because of his relationship to Spain and the Floridian's own personal relationship with Louisiana. He naturally didn't anticipate any especial kindness because of it, though, since even his beloved former boss barely gave him the time of day. Actually, Florida was fairly certain that Spain had yet to even bother exchanging greetings with him despite being in eachother's company many times this year. Which might seem strange to most former colonies from the New World, but unlike the British colonies who had dared to claim they had equal rights as British citizens on the mainland, Florida had always been keenly aware of his place on the empiracal hierarchy. So he didn't try to assert any sort of overly familiar relationship with his former boss despite frequently declaring his devotion and admiration for Spain. Thus, the warmth and kindness from one of the most powerful European empires took him initially by surprise. Rutilio glanced about to make sure it was really him that France was talking to and briefly reflected in the irony that his former boss' friend at that moment showed more concern for Rutilio than Spain ever had.

"It is a nice room," he encouraged somewhat dumbly as he continued to fumble from the shock of being so out of his element in his relationship with Georgia and now this unexpected attention from France. Then again... Maybe that was simply the difference in the Nation of Love and the Nation of Passion. Most others he knew didn't understand this difference and indiscriminently labeled both Spain and France as perverts, but Rutilio knew. He knew because though he, like a good former Spaniard, excelled in passion he was proving himself entirely incompetent when it came to love...

"I have never been on a date!" Florida suddenly blurted out anxiously when France asked him if he needed help. "I have done things. Many things--and I am very good at them, mind you--but... This is..." Rutilio bit his lip and struggled with his shocking insecurity over the whole situation. "He gave me chocolates and is making me dinner and has yet to demand or hint at having sex!" Crazy, right? "I know he must want or expect something from me, but if it is not sex then I do not know what to do. Flowers are all I can think of! This must be a trick or something..." Since, for whatever reason, Florida's experiences with almost everyone he knew had rendered him more inclined to believe someone might be plotting against him than simply caring about him. Passion, frequently violent or vengeful passion in his case, made more sense to the former Spaniard than love.

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Florida obediently followed France to the couch and sat down with the nation to listen to his brotherly advice. Internally he remembered with some amusement how during the age of conquest he would be nervous to get this close to any powerful European empire while alone--ally or not. It was funny how things changed as he practically hung off France's every word while he tried to explain the differences in Georgia's way of expressing love. Hearing that the younger boy could likely go a year without sex made Rutilio pale as he briefly fretted over Christian potentially using his celibacy as a weapon to reign the troublesome boyfriend in. What a horrific ability the Georgian had! Sure, Florida knew he had been a virgin until recently, but surely now that the Peach state had a taste he wouldn't want to go back...Right!?

"Kissing cheeks and holding hands...? Does this mean no groping?" Rutilio asked somewhat sadly. He liked groping considering it was innately enjoyable to touch and Christian always had the best reactions. But maybe running around grabbing his favorite Georgian's favorite places wasn't terribly romantic. Maybe. This was going to require a great deal of self control.

Florida, the Land of Flowers, was fairly confident on his ability to pick out something nice, but France's suggestion for roses made him blush a little. There was one kind of rose he knew Christian liked although it wasn't the most conventional type of flower. He hoped he could find some within the hour before he was supposed to show up. "Wine... He is always going on and on about watermelon wine," Rutilio muttered. He blushed as Francis pointed out that they wine and flowers were cliche, b-but give him a break! He was new to this!

"I have heard you are not supposed to have sex on the first date... But we have already done it a few times," Rutilio explained yet another dating delima. "I wonder if I still need to wait until the third or second date... We can still do it between dates, though, right?" It was fairly obvious that whatever the point was of abstinence while getting to know someone, said point was lost on the Floridian.

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Florida was impressed and excited by the idea of classy groping. It sounded so gentlemanly in the most perverse way possible. Which meant it might be a good way to make both of the Southerners happy. He listened in rapt fascination to the scenario that France was illustrating for him which very well might come true that very ni--"Ay!" Rutilio squeaked in surprise when he felt Francis' hand cop a nice feel of his a**. He stared at the nation in shock for a few moments, but rather than acting indignant, his expression relaxed into awe at how smooth that was. This man was truly a master of his craft!

"Peaches is silly," Florida insisted. "He always puts up a fuss whether he likes something or not because he wants to save face. He is like the captain." Or something like that. Rutilio never did drop the habit of referring to England as a pirate no matter how fond he became of the self proclaimed gentleman. "But... If I can make him think it is his idea and let him be in charge, it might be a nice change of pace. He might like that." And if Georgia was happy, everybody would be happy. (The reverse was also true.) Yes! This whole being gentlemanly and showing some self restraint might be fun!

"Si! I can do this!" Rutilio cheered happily. "You are brilliant, France! I will go do that and then Peaches will be happy and he will not call me a pervert because I will be smooth and gentlemanly about it~! I can be soft and sweet if I try really hard." He seemed quite enthusiastic after being cheered on. The Spanish-American gave France a big, sun-shiny hug to show his gratitude. "Thank you, Hermano Francia! I will make you proud tonight."

Rutilio gasped when he looked at the clock and realized there wasn't much time to get the supplies he needed. "I must go or he will scold me for being late," he said. "I will see you later! Good bye~!" He gave France one last hug before running off happily to get ready for dinner.

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