♥Why Must I ℓ σ v e You?♥ [USUK semi-advanced] (private)

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    (Hey atleast yours sounded like a fortune, instead of a magazine horoscope XD)
    (My allowance is like 3.50 a week, and its really hard for me to finish all my chores....*face plant* I'll just stick with Rock Bandz .....)


    I leaned over England's shoulder to read the paper he was holding. After a minute of thinking I said, "Okay, I don't really get it. Ah well, these are just the same as any fortunes, they're just whack. And a lot of the time they make no sense." I shrugged and said, "Anyways, are you hungery England? Its past noon and the museum cafe is not far away."

    (Horoscopes remind me of horses. XDDDD)
    (I get 100 bucks a lot of the time for straight A's each school quarter. Then my parents owe me 35 dollars because I made a deal with them XD. Im like... totally a lawyer in the making.)



    "I'm starving." I nodded, slipping the fortune in my pocket. I walked with him, casting glances at some paintings on the walls as we headed to the cafe. I avoided eye contact after our unusual fortunes, keeping my eyes from America or I might lose all self control. Laughing all around. . . I had to tell him how I felt. It was inevitable.

    (Lol that's what I used to think)
    (Its took all my negotiation skills to get this far.....I feel so poor...)


    I stared ahead of me the whole trip to the cafe. Damn fortunes had made things so awkward between the two of us. I pushed the thought away, though, as soon as we entered to cafe. "Alright you go ahead and order England, I'm buying." I said allowing him to go up to order. While waiting I got a strange feeling that eyes were on me. I turned around and saw a group of girls sitting in one corner. Every so often one of them would sneak a glance in my direnlction, then they would look at each other a giggle. I watched them for about a minute -which seemed to excite them more- and then turned back around, feeling uncomfortable and wondering why they were doing that. (You gotta admit that Al's pretty smexy)

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    (X3 brings back fantastical crushes on anime yah? Yummy America.....)
    (Nah, think of the people in Africa who cant have 3.50 a month!)


    I tried not to notice the girls staring at America and ordered a simple sandwich, because they didn't have much close to what I'd like to have. My eyes drifted over to America and let him order, defiant and trying not to let the girls bug me too a stressful point. I was befoming territorial. . . Definitely not good.


    (Ooh! Ima go dye my hair. Hope it wont turn out too dark.... i did choose a dark brown and my hair is golden brown....)

    (Sorry I took so long replying, I'm gonna be kind of inactive for awile)


    After England finished I ordered a hamburger (of course). "Lets go find a place to sit while they're making the foor, okay?" I suggested, walking to a two-person table a good distance from the girls. Unfortunatly, I was still in sight, so their giggling continued to reach my ears. Its not like this never happened. I'm very well known, -not for being a country of course, only the government knows about that-. I'm sort of a national symbol, a representative of the US. A I must admit, my looks aren't too bad either. I don't pay alot of attention to this though, I've never really been interested in any of the girls who often try to flirt with me. There's only one person who has my heart, and unfortunatly I have yet to let him know. (lalala he's completely zoning out XD)

    Doing all I could not to curse those bloody girls who were giggling and such, I looked at America. Noticing his spaced out look, I chuckled softly. "America. . . are you there?" I asked with amused eyes. I tried not to gaze, to study the smooth lines of his face and get lost in his amazing blue eyes. Running my hand through my hair, embarrassed. I realized that despite my efforts, I was staring at him. A blush lit my cheeks.


    (S'okay, I'm getting spaced out lately because I have to read a book by like... Monday so I don't piss off students at my school XDD. They shun me for taking a long time with a good book. x3)
    (Muahahahaha. England is bipolar. One minute: Amused at America. Next minute: Blushing feverently)

    "Huh?" I jolted back to reality at the sound of England's amused voice. "Oh sorry dude, I guess I spaced out a little." I apologized with an awkward smile. How embarrasing, I was sure my cheeks were pink too. Then...I realized he was staring at me, and I was staring back. I was sure our expressions were identical, bot seeming to say "oh God this is so awkward". But it seemed like we were both stuck. (such a cute image in my head of America's awkward smile~)


    (Usually I read really fast XD its funny 'cause I end up reading school books and if they're really good I finish LONG before the others)


    (lol thats what I love about him. America can be like that oo, one moment he's loud and funny, the naxt moment he's thoughtful and gentle)

    (I stayed up till 4 am finishing it. It's called Thirteen Reasons Why. I cried to it all night long XD *No life*)


    "It's okay." I replied, crossing my legs. I stared at him for a little longer before catching myself and sighing. "Bloody hell! Do these places purposely make you wait for the sun to set to get your food?" I grumbled the question, not irritated at all, just awkward and strained with the effort of not showing my emotions. I shouldn't be this uncomfortable. . . Or was this how it always went when you knew your heart belonged to the one person who might not want it? Did everyone second guess themselves? Did everyone feel it, and worry about what the other person felt? I knew I was in for a lot of thinking.

    (lol lately in English class we've been reading the play Twelve Angery Men, I get to play the European guy and I do a Russian accent, everyone gets a kick out of it XD
    ug I have too much of a live, its so stressful T~T"
    guess what, my house is gonna be in a short movie X3)


    "I don't think its really been that long..." I said, glad that the tense moment had been broken slightly and I could now look away. I wondered how it had even managed to get so awkward in the first place. I looked over to the ordering counter and noticed someone with a tray headed our way. "Well what do you know, there's the food." I said, grinning. "I'm very sorry for the delay." The waitress apologized as she set down the plates of food. "Two of our chefs were having an argument, but we managed to get them back on task."
    "Naw, its fine dude!" I said cheerfully, "We weren't waitin' for that long."

    I mumbled something that nobody could understand and looked up at the woman. "It's fine." I nodded. I smiled slightly. "Thank you for the food." I offered, looking at the meal. When she left I started eating, slowly, and surprisingly a tidbit embarrassed at eating in front of America. What?. . . Embarrassed for eating. . . I must be losing my mind., I thought. I tried offering conversation but got lost as I rose my eyes to America's face. I struggled once more. If I keep going on like this, he'll find out before I bloody tell him!
    (O' course, nobody can tell because despite England's blunt attitude, he can hide emotions... hes so lifeless XDD I love England


    Dude that's friggin cool!!! OOH I had a dance today. . . boys at my school have no limits.... x3. And another thing about me and school is that I smile. Constantly.)

    I ate like I normally did, used to eating around England like this. I noticed he was being oddly silent and looked uncomfortable. "What's up with you England?" I asked, pausing in my eating to look up at him. "You're being awfully quiet."


    (Oh I had a dance today too, though I didn't go to it. It had a 80s theme or something)

    "No I'm bloody not." I grumbled defensively. I didn't realize I sounded so negative, like I normally did, but I realized America realized something was up so I closed up even more. I hid in my shell and ate, trying to remain calm.
    (DUDE! The '80s and '90s are my favorite music periods!!! Mainly '80s. I woulda gone XD Ooh! I have a school bash for just my grade at the end of the year. . . Its one of those bashes you get when your finishing your final grade at that particular school.)

    I was a little suprised at England's sudden sharpness. It was like he was going back to his old grumpy self, the one that I always had the hardest time connecting with. "Hey, no need to get pissy!" I said, putting on a somewhat forced grin. "I'm just worried about you, s'all." My face turned serious and I leaned forward slightly. "Is the you-know-what exhibit still bothering you?" I really was bothered by his strange behavior. Some how the exhibit didn't seem to fit the reason for his behavior.


    (Lol then you should stop by my house! My dad's got a room and more filled with music ranging from the eairly 1950w to modern times. He's a long-time collector, and he sells CDs too!
    Hmm I'm in 8th grade, the last grade in my school....I wonder if there'll be a bash at the end of the year)

    (Im in 8th grade as well! And duuuude!!! Thats friggin awesome!!!!! But the 8th grade bash is like only for 8th graders so its cool cuz you know everybody.)



    I facepalmed. "Sorry. . . And no it isn't, I. . ." I couldnt finish my sentence, not wanting to give anything away that I barely bloody knew about myself. I looked at him clearly and with more emotion than I wanted or needed, I concluded my thought. "You shouldn't worry about me. All I have ever done was cause you pain and stress." I didnt at all know the other lovely effects I might have left with and given him. No. How would I know that?



    (I hate snowwwwwwww!!!!! Its so cold. Montana be lame and icey.)

    "What are you talking about?" I asked, suprised by his words. "Since when have you been a pain? I mean if anyone has ever been a pain in the butt it would be me!" I was feeling pretty worried about him and his weird behavior. (not much time cant write more sorry!)

    "You're still worried. . ." I grumbled. I sat back and reversed my crossed legs, shifty. (S'okay dude. I was gonna go dance and do homework anyhow.)

    "Of course I am!" I replied, scowling slightly. "Up to this point you seemed to be having a good time -minus the bad part- and now all of a sudden you're a grumpy old man!" I'd already finished by burger, but I still felt empty inside, like I always did. "Dude seriously is something's bugging you, you should tell me. I mean, we're friends right?" (lol, I've been trying to learn a dance with my friend (Bad Apple))

    "Im not a bloody grumpy old man!" I responded. I sighed and looked directly at him. "You wouldnt want to know whats up. . . And yes, we are friends." I concluded, almost thinking that now was tbe time to come out and tell him, but I chickened out.
    (Omigod, im soo sick... ive been throwing up the whole day, and I have a migrane and a pinching stomach ache. . . Ive been sleeping all day as well.)

    "What do you mean I wouldn't want to know?" I asked, pouting slightly. " 'course I wanna know whats bugging you! I want to know so I can help you with it! Its not fun to see you like this, dude, seriously." I Slouched over the table at this point, staring up at England with worried puppy-dog eyes.


    (aw man, that really sucks dude! I was sick with a awful cold a few weeks back, this kinda stuff just happens this time of year I guess >3>)

    I faltered, his puppy dog eyes too much. He had such beautiful eyes. I shook myself back to reality and gazed back deeply. "What if, if I told you, you didn't want to help me out?" I whispered slightly, really wanting to tell America the truth.
    (Yeah. I think I caught it from my dad. Least im not throwing up at the moment.)