England's POV
I knocked on the sliding door of Japan's home. Soon, it opened and I was greeted with Japan's neutral face.
"Mr. Engrand, Wercome. Prease, forrow me. Tea wirr be served soon." He stepped a side to let me through, after shutting the sliding door, he shut it and led me into his living room.
"Japan, it is always refreshing to come to your house. Your culture is so interesting, I'm fascinated by it." I commented, sitting criss cross on the pillows on the floor in front of the table.
"Thank you Mr. Engrand." He sat on his knees.
"Japan? Your tea is ready!" I turned my head to see Monte Carlo in a Japanese kimono, her dark hair flowing down her back in natural curls. A single sakura blossom tucked under the curl sticking out the side of her head. She was smiling and holding a tray with a tea kettle and a couple cups. I couldn't help but blink up at her appearance. She... looked good, I suppose...
Jessica's POV
I set the tea tray on the table, setting a cup in front of both men. "Good evening, Mr. England. You look well today." I smiled as I poured tea into Japan's cup, then switched over to England's.
"I am very well, thank you, Monte Carlo. May I ask what you are doing here?" He asked, looking up at me.
Softly, I giggled before looking back at him. "I take interest in studying other cultures besides my own. I think Japan's is very unique. So I decided to learn from him." I explained, setting the kettle on the tray, bowing politely to both Japan and England.
"Japan, I will be out on the porch if you need anything." I told him, taking my leave.
"Thank you Monte Carro-san." I heard before heading toward the sliding door.
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I stood out on the porch of Japan's home for a while, admiring the beauty of the plants in the moon light. It wasn't long before I heard the door slide open and shut. I peeked over my shoulder to see a certain Englishman coming toward me. He rested his elbows on the wood railing.
"It is so peaceful...I wish it was like that all the time in Italy...But with my big brothers shouting all the time..." I shrugged slightly, keeping my eyes away from England.
"And with America always being a bugger, it's nice for me as well...MonteCarlo?"
He asked, making me turn my head to look at him.
"I have a confession to make. Do you remember that day the newspaper club was interviewing all the clubs for an article?" He asked, not looking back down at me. "I was...sort of there when you played. I hope it doesn't bother you." He told me, finally looking down at me.
My face went slightly red, but I shook my head. "No...But if I would have known you were watching me, I would have been very nervous." I admitted, looking back to him.
"What? Why is that, Monte?" He asked, leaning on the railing slightly.
"I am only used to playing in front of my brothers and the Axis. Not much to anyone else. Plus...Well, I'm brave enough to say it. You look...Good...Most of the time." I looked away, feeling his eyes on me.
"Well...Thank you Monte. You look pretty as well." I heard his voice, the words rolling off his tongue so nicely.
Without even thinking, I rushed him, hugging his waist tightly.
"I-In Monte Carlo, we thank others with a hug..." I explained quickly so he wouldn't get overwhelmed like Japan usually did when I offered him hugs.
But instead of pushing me away and lecturing me about how inappropriate it was for a man and woman to hug without being married, I felt his stronger arms wrap around my torso.
"It's alright. I don't mind hugs, love." He told me, making my heart race with the pet name he gave me.
