On media:2p!America(Allen)and 2p!England(Oliver):From left to right.

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As you were currently playing the piano,Jonathan,your new coworker,grabbed a chair and sat next to you.He had that strange smile on his face which made you irritated,confused and curious at the same time.

"Hello,Jonathan."you gave him a forced smile."Need anything?"

"Nothing much,"he said then put his shoe-d feet on the keys of the piano,creating a disturbing noise which made everyone flinch.

"You,maybe?"he smirked.

So I can finally conclude that my f*cking coworker is a pervert.

Your face twisted in a disgusted manner as you stood up.

"Jona,don't be rude."

He glared at you.

"Don't you dare mock me.Jona is a girl's name--my name's Jonathan!!!"

You didn't mean it as an offense,actually(you were too lazy to say his whole name.It's damn long).But oh well it's worth it.

As you started to walk away to avoid him,you felt a stinging sensation on your butt and a slap noise.You realized seconds after that HE JUST SPANKED YOUR ASS.

"W-W-Wha!?!"you turned to him,red.Embarrassed.

He snorted while chuckling and started to walk away arrogantly,hands in his pockets.

You gritted your teeth as you balled your fists tightly at your sides.

Rotten Moron!

***

You got home earlier than usual,saying that your stomach hurt as an excuse.Well,actually you just can't keep up with that Jonathan guy.

He's a bastard,but you wouldn't want to get in trouble.

As you walk down the busy streets proceeding to the bus stop to home,you heard someone call someone.

"Hey,miss!!!"

With a raised brow,you turned around to see if it was you being called.And yes,you.

A korean guy held your (favorite color) wallet in his hand with a smile on his face.He was looking at you.

"O-Oh..."you unconsciously pat your pocket and went wide-eyed after feeling it empty.

You went near him and giggled nervously.

"I must've dropped it from my pocket..."

"No worries!"he beamed.

"Thank you."you said as you accepted the wallet he has to offer.

You stuffed the wallet back into your pocket,deeper this time,as he put his hand back at the pocket of his jacket.

"I'm Im Yong Soo,by the way."he introduced.

You wasted no time in saying your name.Why not,right?

"(Y/n)."

"What a pretty name,da-ze!"he complimented, which made you red.

You could only laugh awkwardly in response.

He suddenly smirked and looked at you in the eye.

"I see that your wallet is made from Korea."

"How did you know?"you frowned.Yes,you bought the wallet from a Korean Shop at a mall.

"Because I'm Korean."he said smugly as you cracked a smile.

His eyes lowered until he reached your shoes.

"Your shoes."

"Uh...yeah?"

"It's also made from Korea."

You raised a brow this time and removed the shoe.

At the sole you inspected,a small sentence saying Made in Korea was etched.

"Omg.You Koreans are really good at recognizing your products.Even I didn't know my shoes were made from Korea."

He laughed."It's just me,I guess.And oh.Your wrist watch too."

"What now?"you giggled.

"Almost everything is made from Korea."he chuckled darkly.

"Oh no it's not,"you taunted."Don't feed your ego too much."

He has a 'Made in Korea' fetish...hahaha.

Being with him reminds you of a certain energetic American friend of yours,but less aggressive.So you surely enjoy his company.

"So uh...see ya around?"you smiled warmly,seeming to it that the sky started to darken.

"Hmm,hell yeah I guess."he chuckled,making you laugh along as well.

As you both went to your opposite ways,you abruptly stopped walking as you face-palmed.

"I'm so stupid I didn't think about getting his number!"

But I just hope we could meet again someday.

***

You arrived home and was shocked.

The strawberry-blonde Brit stood at your doorway,holding a basket of cupcakes.Obviously waiting for you.

"Oliver?"you called out with wide eyes.

He snapped out from his reverie and turned to you with that incredibly sweet smile of his.

"Oh,hi (Y/n).I baked cupcakes and decided to stop by to give you some."

"D-Do you really have to?"you said as you neared him with a shy smile on your face."Sorry for the wait and bother."

He laughed and ruffled your hair.

"It's okay.Here."

You accepted the basket and started to unlock the door.And there you realized he hasn't left yet.

You wouldn't want to be rude.So as gratitude,you turned to his expectant face as you opened the door wide enough to pass.

"Would you like to come in?"you asked.

A smile graced his lips.

"Why thank you,(Y/n)!"

Little did you know...

***

"Sir Allen!"

2p!America whirled around and eyed his spy.

"Yeah?"

"I believe that Oliver is here."

"Fuck what!?"He stood up."How did he..."

"Here's the address."and he gave the brunette a piece of paper."I think he's planning something."

"Then to hell be with him!I'll stop him!"

***

"Hahaha!Oliver,stahp!"

"Oh no poppet,no."2p!England grinned deviously as he continued to tickle you.

Why?Well because earlier as you two were eating assorted cupcakes(which is still delicious by the way) and chatting,you,out of nowhere,made fun of his eyebrows.

Normally,Oliver would kill the person who made fun of him.But not you,for an unknown reason.Sure,he was quite embarrassed but he hid it succesfully without violent reactions.Well...tickle it is.

From that moment you were sure you're going to die.You can't breathe anymore as you continued laughing breathlessly,and it's too suffocating it's making you a little dizzy.

But you were saved when someone rang your doorbell.

Oliver stopped his actions abruptly and you took this to your advantage and pushed him off you.He scowled at you,while you grinned and proceeded to open the door.

The smile on your face faded once you knew who it was.

"J-J-Jonathan?"you widened your eyes."Why are you here?"

He smirked in response.

"Are you alone,hottie?"

He pushed you inside and locked the door.

***