America-

Me and Alfred are chilln' in my restaurant chatting about varying topics when he interrupts a waiter.

"Yo, dude, what's this 'sugar rush' thing?" He asks.

"It's a challenge where you have to eat the entire dessert menu in 1 ½ hours. If you finish in time, the food is free and you get a picture on the wall." The waiter replied.

"Awesome! Sign me up!" Alfred exclaims like a little child.

"Right away sir." The waiter says and rushes to the kitchen to alert everyone.

~~~Time Skip brought to you by France stalking you from the bushes~~~

"I am in heaven dude~" Alfred swoons at all the desserts on the table. There are minimal, simplistic cakes, to macarons in the shape of flowers, to a lava cake, to chocolate mousse cups with sugar flowers on it. Case in point, there are a lot of desserts on the table.

Alfred starts to nom away all the sweets while I sit and watch as he does so, sipping a strawberry celsur. Alfred manages to finish with 5 minutes to spare, the only problem is, he is sugar high.

"(YYYY/NNNNN)~ Has anyone ever told you how cute you are~" He coos, now attached to me by the hip.

"Yes, you've only told me the same thing for the past five minutes." I say, getting a little annoyed at this point.

"I hope you're enjoying our date (Y/N)~" He continues, slurring a little, and burying his face into the crook of my neck.

"Date? What date?" I ask.

I feel him chuckle into my neck as he responds, "The one we're on right now, silly~ I wouldn't try to impress you for nothing~"

He snuggles closer to me and looks up. His eyes look like that of a doe, but there is some mischief in them.

"Alfred, what do you think you're do-mfff!" I start, only to get cut off by Alfred's lips on mine. After the initial shock, I start to kiss back. It tastes sweet, some would say unbearably so, but the kiss itself was passionate and gentle. And the waiter takes the picture for the wall and asks for Alfred to sign it.

Alfred does and goes back to snuggling like nothing happened, I'm on fire like there is no tomorrow and trying to comprehend what happened.

England-

Date night! I'm super excited! I hope i miei fratelli (my brothers) are okay with me leaving for an afternoon.

"Fratelli! I've got a date this afternoon, I'll be home around... 8 maybe 9." I tell them.

They look at each other for a few seconds and then turn their backs to words me, shoulder to shoulder and very audibly mumbling. Having a 'Bro conference.' Before nodding at me. I smile and head up into my room to pick out something to wear. I settle on a casual button up shirt with an overcoat and scarf along with dress pants. I head downstairs and grab my over-the-shoulder bag for my art supplies. I wave to my brothers and leave. I walk over to Galleria degli Uffizi and start waiting for Arthur to show. I take out my sketchbook and draw, it takes out an hour for Arthur to meet me.

"Sorry for being so late, Darling. I had some trouble getting directions." Arthur quickly explains and sits next to me.

I smile and give him a peck on the head and reassure him that it's okay. He starts to blush and looks away, not saying anything. I put my hand on his waist and scooch him closer to me. He's still red in the face but snuggles into me.

"Do you want to get this date started?" I asked him after a few minutes of silence.

He silently nods and we stand up and start to walk around enjoying the sights of Italy. I keep my arm around his waist because I find it pretty comfy to have Arthur near me. And with the look on his face, I think he likes it too. We just walk and buy some food at the stalls. He thinks that the low-quality stuff was the best and is drawn to the shady stalls. I should fix that thought, quickly. There is a very popular zeppole (deep fried Boston cream donuts bites) stand a few blocks away. I head over and buy a small cup to share with him and pop one in my mouth.

"What is that? It's smells wonderful..." He mumbles as he grabs one quickly and munches on it,"This is great! Really beats the last stall!" He smiles.

I pop another one in my mouth and grab onto his hand and walked away from the stall. Arthur still noming on the zeppole and smiling happily. Daw, why are you so cute Arthur? Can I kiss him? I want to kiss him. Yeah, I'll do it. I think as I stare at him with a small smile on my face. I snap back into reality when he stares back at me. I take one small step closer to him, looking down into those wonderful emerald eyes. (Heh, forgot to mention, you're a little bit taller than him.) I see the blush form on his face from the closeness. I lean in a little and watch his face redden even more. He leans in and our lips meet. I snake my arms around his waist as he wraps his arms around my neck. It was a gentle, love-filled kiss with that one small spark that just mumbles to you 'Yes! He's the one!!!' We pull away for air after about 15 seconds. I get another look at him with his face flush red, anime steam puffs radiating off of him. With a small chuckle, I grab his hand, start walking again, and eat some more zeppole.

France-

Francis and I are still in France on vacation. He wants me dressed in lavish clothing for a proper dinner date at some fancy restaurant. A five-star restaurant on the cliff-side that outlooks the sea... or was it a lake pond thing? I didn't get the details at all, he never told me. I look at the dress he bought me and... It's a pink spring dress with milk-chocolate accents. Because everyone loves a callback. I drop the dress on the floor and reach for something more suitable... for my taste anyways. It's a cute, baggy sweater that's mostly white with light blue patterns in stripes around the chest and cuffs of the sleeves. Also put on some black leggings and cute tan Ugg boots and... Done! I walk into the living room where Francis was waiting. He looks at me with an excited look that slowly melts into disappointment.

"Awe, I was 'oping to see you in zhe dress I bought you, Chaton." He mumbles to me with a sad look on his face.

I chuckle a little at this and pull out my phone to snap a quick picture before he can protest.

"Sorry, but I really can't do dresses. I don't know why, I just... I dunno, I find them really uncomfortable." I tell him as I put my phone away. He lets out a small sigh and closes his eyes to think. He opens them about 30 seconds later and nods his head.

"Alright Chaton, but we should get to zhe restaurant soon. Zhey'll cancel our reservation if we're late." He says as he walks over to a closet holding our coats.

I nod my head and follow behind him as he hands me my jacket that I just keep under my arm, just in case it gets a little to chilly in the night. We exit his house and start walking around the streets of Paris until we get to that food joint Francis was talking about.

But we get there... and should I really call it a food joint? It's so fancy. I almost regret wearing a baggy sweater... key word almost. Francis walks up to the person running the front desk and gives them his last name. The waiter gets up from his seat and leads us to our table. The waiter pulls out the seat for me to sit in and takes my coat and hangs it over the back of the chair. Repeating the process with Francis as I look around the place with a childish wonder. It was super clean... and quiet... unsettlingly quiet. I'm so used to a noisy pub with laughter, talking, bad music, and good food. This experience is SO foreign. I hear Francis chuckle slightly at my face and snaps a picture on his phone before I can protest. He puts his phone into his pocket and starts looking through the menu. I copy his actions and start looking through the menu too. Geeze, how do I read this? Flip, I forgot my French-to-English dictionary at the apartment. I can't even... Oh, there's translations at the bottom of each option, derp. More stupid thoughts run through my head until the waiter comes back to take our orders.

"Can I start you off with something to drink?" The waiter says, or at least I'm going to guess that's what he's saying, I still can't understand French.

"Uoi, we'll split a bottle of the Cheverny red wine." Francis says in English. Yeay! I can get drunk tonight! I think, it's been a while since I've had wine... I hope it tastes good.

"Alright, I'll get back to you when you're ready to order." The waiter staites and walks off to serve another table.

He then looks back at me, with a small smile on his face, probably taking in the cute sight that is me in a baggy sweater. I roll my eyes and slump down in my seat crossing my arms to make a pillow for my head on the table, it's been forever and a half since I've had to be prim and proper. Francis looks at me with a little bit of concern and then starts petting my hand from across the table. The water comes back with the wine and sees me slumped over in my chair and asks Francis something that I still can't understand.

"Elle est OK? (Is she okay?)" The waiter asks with concern in his voice.

"Elle est très bien, juste fatigué.(She's fine, just tired.)" Francis responds. The waiter nods his head, sets the wine down and pulls out a pen and some paper and probably asks what we would like. Francis orders for the both of us and the waiter walks away.

Francis turns his attention back to me," Are you okay, Chaton?" He asks, petting my hand again.

"I... I'm fine, I just... I don't know how to act fancy." I mumble and bury my head in my arms again.

He nods his head and still pets my hand, staying silent until the food arrives. It was very nice to him with me, I would've never even set foot in a place like this. The waiter came back about 15 minutes later with a plate of escargot and and a plate of quail. It smells SO GOOD!! I sit up in my seat and the plait is set in front of me. Francis pours me a glass of wine and sets it in front of me. I pick up the utensils and... stop trying to use them immediately. I start eating with my hands, but I do wipe them on the cloth provided. BEST MANNERS I'VE EVER USED IN A CENTURY!!! I take a swig of wine and... It's decent, my mom's beer is better. Seriously, my mom can make beer... well it's actually called Moonshine, but it's still pretty good.

Francis lets out a nervous laugh and facepalms. And the waiter shows up with a... mad look on his face? Why? I've been using my manners, right? Either way, we get kicked out of the restaurant. We walk back to the apartment in what I would consider an awkward silence.

"I messed up, didn't I?" I finally ask.

"Non, Chaton. ," Francis puts his arm around me before talking again," You are not at fault. Blame the restaurant for being shallow. Or blame me for picking what to do for a date. But don't blame yourself, you were never at fault." He pleads.

"Then... we're both at fault. Me for not using manners and you for picking the restaurant," I try to compromise.

I take a second to act like I'm thinking, but I already knew the answer," Here, how about we go home, cook dinner, and watch a movie?"

He smiles and nods his head and we continue to walk back to the apartment. We enter the apartment and put out coats away. He instantly walks into the kitchen and starts to cook, leaving me to pick out a movie to watch. Pretty soon, the delicious smell of quail fills the room and I have a movie picked out. A romantic comedy about two awkward teens with feelings for each other. Y'know, like every other romantic comedy! He walks into the living room with 2 plates of quail.

"Ha! Awesome!" I rush over and take one of the dishes from him and kiss him on the cheek, take a seat on the sofa, and start playing the movie.

I feel him sit down next to me and snakes an arm around my waist. I lean into him, enjoying the warmth. My eyes on the screen, shoving the food into my PIE HOLE (BAD JOKES!!), Laughing at the bad jokes and situations. But I know Francis is too busy looking at me, probably thinking about how cute I am and stuff. He starts to lean on me and hug me just a little bit tighter, setting his plate of food on the coffee table. He starts to kiss me over and over on the cheek and snuggling me from behind. I let out little giggles until he gets the corner of my lips. I feel my face heat up a little bit, I turn my head to look at him, and he gets my lips. He holds me there, his arms securely around me, I start to kiss back and he starts getting a little more passionate. He kept me there for about 30 seconds before letting me go and turning back to the movie. I set my plate down silently and pay attention to the movie.

China-

After his confession and embarrassing sleepover (Which consisted of him cuddling the crud out of you and telling you how cute you looked), you two decided that your real date was going to be at the Hello Kitty Museum. (Which is a very legit thing)

That is where you are now, standing in front of the museum in some fancy-casual clothes, waiting for Yao to show.

"There you are, aru! Sorry I took so long, Leon was being stupid, aru." Yao explained.

"Oh, it's okay. L-let's get this show on the road." I stutter for no reason.

Yao squees and hugs me, ranting about how I'm so cute. After a bit of that, we enter the museum and start to explore. After buying tickets to get in the place, we join a tour group and check everything out. Squeal at some plushies, and him pouting when I said that I liked the japanese style one. All in all, I'd say it was a good day.

"Thank you for coming with me, aru. I quite enjoyed today." Yao states as I drive him home.

"Thank you for actually showing up. I thought you were going to bale on me." I let out an awkward laugh and keep driving.

"You need to be more confident in yourself, aru! You are beautiful and cute, and you know it!" He went on a tangent about how cute and gorgeous I am, which I promptly blushed through.

At the end of the car ride, we're standing in front of his house. He paused and turned around to look at me, like he wanted to say something. I stood and waited, incase he did want to say something and made awkward movements towards my car. Trying to ask if it was okay for me to leave.

He sighs and fully turns around, grabs my wrists firmly and pulls me forward. He presses his lips against mine in a rather inpatient kiss. Like he wanted to do that for a long time. It gradually became softer and more passionate. By the time he pulls away to breath, a full minute passed. There is heavy blushing on both accounts before we just smile at each other and say our goodbyes.

Russia-

Yay! I have a date! With a cute guy! Ivan and I are talking on the phone about what to do for a date.

I start spitballing ideas to him,"Um... I know a good BBQ joint a few blocks away from here. Do you wanna go there? They got a really good comedian showing up tonight."

I hear him hum in thought before he snaps his fingers.

"Net (No), you will come to my home... Dinner will be served... and we drink vodka and watch snowfall." He pretty much demanded.

I giggle a little bit but still agree,"Yeah, okay. I'm not complaining."

He hums in delight and bids me farwell before hanging up. I put my phone on the table and head to my room to get ready. I walk into my room and head over to the dresser to pick out something to wear, I am on a mission to be ready for the date before Ivan gets here. As soon as I put on my light jacket and sit in the living room, I hear a knock at the front door. I open it up and see Ivan standing there with his small smile, ready for the date to start.

"Yay! Nǐ hǎo, you ready to get this date started Ivan?" I ask as I get my coat on.

He smiles and nods and drags me over to his car. He holds my hand for a few more seconds before starting the car up.

"I so happy you coming over. I think you like it lot." He tells me in broken English, it's actually pretty cute.

"Cool. So what is your house like?" I ask to keep the conversation ball rolling.

"Cold. Very cold... and lonely sometimes..." He falls silent.

"...So what happens when you're not lonely?" I finally ask.

"Hm... Sometimes hiding in fear... sometimes talking to friends... sometimes talking to my boss... sometimes doing my job..." He lists

"Geeze, what kind of messed up past did you go through?" I can't help but ask.

"I rather not talk about it..." Ivan tells me.

"Hm, no worries. I won't ask again." I reassure him and look out the window at the moving scenery. I mindlessly stare out the window and the car stays in this... not really forced or awkward silence but it definitely was... weird. He pulls up to his house, parks his car, and helps me out of the car to the front door. He enters the house and invites me in. And then he announces to someone that he's home.

"Ah, welcome home Mr.Rus-Ivan." a relatively skinny man with long brown hair that reached his shoulders with greenish-blue eyes and military uniform.

"Oh, is this the moteris (lady) you were talking about?" he then asks.

"Um... I'm going to say yes even though I don't know what moteris means." I just say absentmindedly.

"I'm... Tolys Laurinaitis. It's very nice to meet you." Tolys says.

He sticks out his hand. I shake his hand and then 2 more guys enter the room. One short with blonde hair, violet eyes, and a red uniform. The other guy is tall with short blonde hair, teal eyes and glasses, and a dark teal uniform. My eyes immediately went to the shorter man and... HE'S AN ADORABLE MIDGET!! HE'S LIKE 4'7"!!! BUT HE'S SUPER CUTE!!! I start going off of impulses and rush up to the small one and start to hug him and squeal like an idiot.

"OH MA GER! Flip, you're adorable! Why are you so small?(!) I like this one! This one is the favorite!! I'll take two billion of him!!!" I just shout and nussle his hair as I hug him tighter.

Everyone is shocked at first before... Tolys and the small bean gasp in terror and the other tall one leaves the room. Thy start to tremble and murmur and... the small one starts to cry.

"Okay, something wrong happened or a bad will happen and I don't know about it." I mumble to myself.

I look around the room, nothing. I turn around and Ivan is standing there with this dark purple atmosphere that just shouts 'bloody murder'. OK, so, something is bothering Ivan. But what is it? Did I do something? Did someone else do something? I look around the room some more and then look down at the small guy still in my arms. I let go of him and rush over to Ivan and hug him to.

"If you wanned a hug, you coulda just asked!" I say in a silly baby voice to get him to calm down faster.

I barry my face in his chest and squeeze him a little tighter. Please don't get mad and punch someone. If you're gonna punch someone, punch me. Those other guys look like they REALLY don't want to get hurt. I shout to myself. I eventually feel him wrap his arms around me to give a small giggle. Okay, crisis averted. I let go of Ivan and turn to the small one.

"OK, super duper sorry about... about everything. Um... What's your name? And what happened to that other tall guy?" I quickly smooth things over.

"I-I'm Raivis. The man who jus-just left was Eduard." Raivis explains.

"Oh, cool. Eve, you never told me you lived with friends." I turn to Ivan. (I'm going to nickname Ivan, Eve. Because that's legit how you're supposed to say his name. Ea-va-n. Did you know this? HetaFacts talked about it in her 'Top 10 Most Misrepresented Characters' video.) He just stays quiet and nods his head. The other two let out nervous laughs and look at each other.

"A-anyway, should I-I start making dinner?" Tolys asks Eve.

Eve nods and Tolys and Ravis head leave the front room. I realise that I'm at my boyfriend's house and take off my shoes and just start sliding around on the wood flooring in my socks. I hear Ivan giggle at this as I start to explore his house. It's a really big place and should keep me occupied for an hour or so.

~~~Time Skip brought to you by Belarus looking through Russia's dressure~~~

I eventually explore the entire place and just sit and cuddle with Ivan until Tolys enters the room to tell us dinner is ready. We stop hugging and I follow Ivan to the dining room and already sitting at the table it 2 other girls. One in a blue maid outfit, long platinum blonde hair, and purple eyes. The other girl was wearing overalls, short platinum hair, and light blue eyes.

"Um... These are my sisters... Natalya and Iryna" Eve introduces

But I'm too interested in what's on the table. There was pie! This is so cool! Pie for dinner!

"Woah, what?(!) There's pie for dinner? Flip, this is immediately cooler than everything I've gotten to eat ever!" I just shout and point at this small basket holding a bunch of little pies.

"That's called piroshki. And these are pozharsky cutlets (breaded, pan-fried ground chicken patty, cooked with butter for extra juicy-ness)." Eve tells me and pulls out a chair for me to sit in.

But Natalya quickly takes it instead. Eve got embarrassed and scared that Natalya was so close to him. I let out a dry laugh and just take the seat closest to the piroshki. And Eve takes the seat next to me. I take a little bit of both and start eating.

"Dude! These are awesome!" I say to nobody in particular.

I eat more of the pozharsky cutlet and just talk with Eve. I take another piroshki and notice that... something's been added to it... something that doesn't taste good at all... I think someone poisoned the food.

"Oh, wow, I hope there's a good reason why this is poisoned... Actually... I don't think it matters. I'll probably throw it up in the bathroom a few hours later or something." I just say out loud.

Everyone looks at over at me with a look of horror, except Natalya she looks at me with a tired face of 'I can't believe it.' I just shrug it off and eat the rest of the piroshki and some more of the cutlet. I drink the glass of water that I didn't touch and leave the table to sit on the couch in the family room. Eve walks in after me with a concerned look on his face.

"What do you mean when you say poison?" He asks once he sits down next to me.

"Exactly what I meant. Someone poisoned the food I was eating. Duh." I say and lean into the couch, the cold was definitely starting to get to me.

Eve pulls me into his arms, rubbing my back to help keep me warm.

"You be fine, da?" He asks, still pretty worried.

"Yeah, I'll be completely unharmed. Just minorly inconvenienced." I reassure him.

We cuddle for a little bit longer, Tolys comes in with a bottle of vodka and silently leaves. We watch the snow fall and sips of the vodka while snuggled up against each other.

This lasts for an hour and is very peaceful and calming... and then I start to feeling very light headed and my stomach is flipping and twirling around inside me. And then a the very familiar sensation of liquid crawling up my throat gets me to break out of Eve's embrace and run to the nearest bathroom. I get there and puke up all the contents that was in my stomach, partially digested or otherwise. I feel a hand on my back rubbing circles as I at up right and tried to steady my breathing. I eventually get up and head over to the sink and splash my face with the water before drinking some. I dry my face off and glance over at Eve.

"Heh heh, see? I told you I was going to be minorly inconvenienced." I laugh nervously.

"Weak stomach?" Is all he asks.

"No, that was the poison in the food."

I leave the bathroom, not really wanting to talk about puke, and went back into the kitchen for something to eat. I did just lose all of my dinner. I take one of the piroshkies that were still on the table and just munch on that in the family room. Eve is already sitting on the couch drinking more vodka, he looks over at me and pats the seat beside him. I finish the piroshki and sit next to him and he puts his arms around me again.

"I still had fun tonight. For what it is worth." He whispers to me.

I just nod my head and put my face in the crook of his neck, right next to his scarf. He gives a small giggle but puts his hand on my cheek making me look up at him. He has a blush on his cheeks, which could be from the alcohol but I doubt it. He leans closer to me to the point our noses are touching. As if he's waiting to see if I'm okay with the thought of kissing him or not. Aww, that's cute. I close the gap for him and wrap my arms around his neck to keep him close. He immediately kisses back with one hand around my waist, the other still on my cheek. I could feel the warmth in me double and a small ache in my heart as the kiss continued. We stay like this for who knows how long, but we both pull away with a slightly uneven breath and smiles on our faces before returning back to cuddling. Maybe I can stay the night.

Canada-

Time for the time that time was waiting for for a really long time. Okay, maybe not. It's date night and, inadvertently, my time to show Matt just how loud he can be. Yes, loud. Now everyone get their minds out of the gutter, I'm just taking him to a hockey game.

I stand in front of Matt's apartment and nock. I'm not wearing anything too fancy, casual as you would say. Matt opens the door, dressed in a jersey for the Montreal Canadiens. I take a second to look him over with a friendly judgeful glint in my eye. He freezes and lets me look him over. After a few seconds of that, I nod in approval of the man in front of me.

"Ready to go?" I ask and gesture to my car. He gives a nod and walks with me to my (F/C) Honda (The car brand, not Kiku) and start to drive to the hockey stadium.

"Who versus who?" I ask, wanting to store this info to impress him later.

"It's the Montreal Canadiens v the Toronto Maple Leafs." Matthew says in a normal voice.

"Hey, you didn't stutter! You must really like hockey." I observe.

"Well, I grew up with hockey. It's normal for me." He says, "Come on, let's get good seats! I want the best view of the action!"

We walk in and start watching the game. By the end of the whole thing, I have a sore throat from yelling, partially deaf, and exhausted.

"Good game! I knew Montreal was going to win! Toronto's got nothin' on them!" Matt says, really excited.

"Yeah, that was more fun than I thought it was going to be." I say rather absentmindedly.

"What made you think you weren't going to like it?" Matt questions.

"I was never a big hockey fan. Granted I wasn't really a fan of any type of sport." I answer.

"You should watch more of it. It's really fun an--!" I cut him off with a kiss. I really don't want this to turn into a big fight. At least, not this early in the relationship. I can feel how tense he is, and slowly relax and kiss back. The people around us start clapping and whistling to congratulate the couple before them. I pull away from his face and return to normal, like nothing happened. Behind me, I hear Matthew rush to catch up with me.

I meet him at my car and I drive him home in silence.

Italy-

Should I really call this a date? Like, should I really? Feliciano had invited me to train with him and his friends. Ludwig and I are on the same page, Kiku is pretty cool, and Feli is Feli.

"Remind me how I got here?" I ask Ludwig.

"I have no idea." He says in a thick german accent.

"I'm gonna run, any limits?" I ask, seeing as he is the director of this whole thing.

"None, jou can judge jourself." He says and goes somewhere. Probably to find Feli.

I let out a sigh and start running down a bike path that happened to cut through the woods. While on my trek, I notice an Italian... stuck in a tree.

"I swear, you are a cat." I say looking up at Feliciano: Tree Edition.

"Ve~ Help-a me! I can't get-a down!" Feli yells from a branch.

"Okay, I'm coming up." I say and start climbing.

"Wait! I don't need you to get up-a here! I need-a you to get me-a down!" Feli yells at me as I scale the tree. Next thing you know, I'm sitting in front of him.

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" I ask.

"Ve~ Bella, how did you get up-a here so fast-a?" He asks instead.

"I climbed, now you said you wanted to get down?" I suggest.

"Si!" Is all I get from the Italian. I grab his hands and lift him up, standing as I do so. I guide him through the branches of the tree and put him on the ground safely. I hop down next to him and check him over for any injuries. After confirming that he was unharmed, I gave him a quick kiss to the lips and take off before he can react.

I got him to run 5 laps that day. We went home and he just sat on me and kissed me repeatedly for 15 minutes before falling asleep of exhaustion.

Prussia-

Heh, I couldn't have asked for a better time to get a boyfriend. A week after Gilburt confessed his love, the traveling fair came to town. And we both thought it would be a great chance to go on a date. I put on my favorite Pokemon tee that had (F/P) on it. I also wear a light blue hoodie, partially zipped up so I could still see the design on the shirt. Jeans that are slightly ripped around the knees. A grey hat with a light blue flower sewn on. And light blue high-tops.

Gilburt is supposed to pick me up at 5, I have a little bit of time before he gets here. I plop down on the couch and look through YouTube, checking if my favorite YouTuber has updated yet. Nothing. I start rewatching other videos by them and before I know it, there's a knock on the front door. I walk over and open it to reveal, none other than the awesome Prussian himself, Gilbert and Gilbird.

"Wow, you're on time." I can't help but point out.

He wanders into the house and lets Gilbird fly around,"Zhe awezome me is never late! Vhat did jou expect?"

"Sorry, it's just that, past date experiences taught me that guys can be a little late sometimes." I spill as I put my hands up in defence.

"But I'm not a 'regular guy' so jou shouldn't vorry! I vould never let mien awezome vögelchen (little bird) vait!"

"Alright, that'll teach me to doubt you."

"Now, are jou ready to go to zhe totally awezome fair?" He asks as he gets my coat out of the closet.

I tried to answer but he's pushing me out of the door before I can say anything. He sets me down in his car, throws my coat on my lap and closes the car door. I giggle a little at his cute behavior. He's like a little kid! Aww, that's cute! I use my phone to remotely turn off the lights in the house as Gilbert starts the car.

"It's going to be so awezome! Jou vont believe it! Zhey got zhe legendary Wirlnado Rollercoaster! I can vait! It vill be so AWEZOME!!!" Gilbert starts shouting in my ears.

Gilbird flies around in the back, probably as excited as Gilbert about the Wirlnado. I smile at this collective childishness, it's contagious. Gilbert tells me all the things he plans to do once we get to the fair. Including what rides to go on and when, what food stall to order from and what to eat from them, and the perfect spot for a romantic kiss.

"Wait, I'm sorry, what?" I can't help but stop him there.

"Ja, zhe fair is on zhe beach front. It's zhe perfect spot to have a kiss. I thought jou vere paying attention!" He clarifies and nudges my arm with his shoulder.

"Okay, is there a reason for you to bring up that detail?"

"Vas I not being loud enough? Gilbird, explain it to her, please!" And he goes back to focusing on the road.

Gilbird lands on my shoulder and starts peeping in my ear and flapping his wings. But since I'm actually a Thunderbird, I can understand Gilbird.

"Gil has spent a lot of time planning! He wants the date to go perfectly! He wants it to end with a kiss! He wants a romantic one!" Gilbird tells me excitedly.

"Ah, that makes sense. Thank you Gilbird." I say in a joking voice and pet him.

Gil smiles a little with a small chuckle escaping his lips. We just talk about random things until we get to the fair.

Gil parks his car and opens my side door like we heading to some sort of restaurant instead of a fair. Then he grabs my hand and drags me over to the entrance and the ticket booth. Where he orders two tickets and pays extra for Gilbird to enter to. Once we set foot on fair grounds he takes me over to the rollercoasters and to the Wirlnado. No wonder this ride was famous, it had several loops and sections that went upside down, but the main part was this big cone in the center that spun the cart around as it rode the rails down to the bottom and went straight into an upside down section. Probably to avoid people puking onto the machinery and instead onto the ground where it could be cleaned later.

The line for the Wilnado was already incredibly long and the fair has only been open for about 3 hours now, last time I checked.

"Um... Gil how about we do something else until the line clears up?" I suggest.

"NIEN! One jou get in line, jou stay. Zhe vait time for zhis ride is alvays long. Don't vorry und just be patient, I acounted for zhis in zhe schedule." He quickly reassures.

"And how long is the wait?"

"Vell it should only be about..." He counts the people in front of us and does the math," About half an hour, as long as nobody cuts in line." He mumbles the last part to himself, probably not wanting me to hear it.

So, for the first half hour of our date, we stud around waiting to get on the ride. ~~So much fun~~ Hint the sarcasm. But we finally got seated in the cart and usual 'Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times' warning blasts on the speakers. I hear a few people talking about how nervous they are how they want to get their money's worth for this ride. I'm... not really scared or worried, I've flown in tornadoes before, it was pretty cool.

The ride starts off a little slow before picking up speed really quickly. It's starting to feel like I'm flying. With all the loops and flips and upside downs, it feels like the designers wanted to make people throw up. But me and Gil just shout our faces off having a good time. Then we get to the cone part, Definitely going to be awesome. The car starts spinning and looping so fast you might forget which way is up. The car reaches the bottom and into the straight but the world is still spinning in my eyes.

The ride ends and we get off, my head is so light and I can barely see straight, my stomach is a little upset but it's nothing to worry about. Me and Gil stand around the ride and wait for the world to stop spinning and watch the other people getting off and rushing to the nearest trash can. We laugh a little at this before moving on to the other things to do.

"Alright, what was next on your schedule?" I ask him as we walk away from the Wirlnado.

"Vell... I vas thinking zhat after ve do zhe Wirlnado, ve go over to zhe dunking booth und some of zhe ozher games und see vhat prizes ve can vin." He tells me," But only for about an hour or so before ve go to zhe food stalls."

I nod my head in agreement and we head off. We get to the booth and, while Gil is trying to hit the target and failing, I'm looking at the dimensions of the booth to see how we can beat this scam. I get back to Gil as he pays for another round and whisper a small secret into his ear.

"Try aiming a little higher. The target is farther away than you think."

He looks at me a little questioningly before trying it. He hits the target dead center and the guy falls. We both smirk at this and the guy running the booth hands Gil a stuffed animal as a prize. We walk all around the the game booths following the pattern of; Gilbert failing the first round, me finding out how to beat the scam, and Gilbert winning the second try.We didn't lose a lot of tickets that way, and we got a lot of prizes out of it too.

"Are you sure you don't want me to carry some? I have arms, I can help." I offer as I feed him some of the funnel cake we got.

"Nien, I can handle it. Don't doubt the awezome me." He says, but is obviously struggling to hold all the prizes.

"How about we drop these off at the car instead?" I suggest.

He thinks for a second before nodding his head and starts walking towards the entrance/exit of the fair, mumbling about making it quick so we don't get behind schedule. This guy is never late for anything huh? I think as I wait for him to return, but I have Gilbird to talk to so at least I won't be alone.

"So... how long have you know Gil?" I start the conversation.

"For a loooooooooooooooooooooong time! I lost count of how many years." He peeps at me.

"Okay, anything... else I should know about him? Like... pet peeves or anything?"

"He likes to be on time for EVERYTHING. He likes to be alone. He likes to think that friends and company is for losers. He likes to escape marriage. He likes you a lot. He is into BDSM. He likes to be clean. He gets sleepy when he's drunk. And... I think that's it."

"Wait... so he doesn't like company, but he likes me enough to date me? That's hypocritical." I can't help but point out.

"I don't know why, he just does. But it shouldn't matter! He loves you! And you love him! And that's great!" He peeps.

Gilbird is actually pretty interesting. He constantly switches between some wise person with answers and utter idiot that doesn't understand. We talk about a few other things before Gil comes back.

"Sorry to make jou vait, vögelchen. I would have been faster but, zhe parking lot is all full." He tries to explain.

I wave dismissively at the comment"No, don't worry about it. You're fine, I'm fine, it's fine."

Gil calms down a little and checks the time on his phone.

"Ve have a little bit more time for food. Zhere is a good gyro stall over zhere, right next to a lemonade stand, let's eat!" He shouts and drags me off.

We spend a little more time eating, standing near the beachfront, leaning on the bars that mark the edge of the fair grounds. Gil is looking around a little nervously and constantly checking the time on his phone. Gilbird seems to know what's wrong, but doesn't talk and just takes our trash away to a garbage can. Effectively leaving us alone.

"So, if we're on schedule, what should happen now?" I ask and glance over at him.

He looks me in the eye, a blush every obviously on his cheeks, and smirks at me,"I believe zhis is zhe last part in the schedule."

Gil grabbed my arm and pushes me into a small dip, quickly moving his hand to around my wait and behind my head. Somehow still able to balance while holding me there. He was still staring into my eyes with a lot of intent, happiness, love, and a small bit of lust. I've seen that look before, I know what lust is. He quickly connects his lips with mine and holds me closer to his chest. I wasn't surprised or anything, Gilbird told me this would happen, I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss even more. I feel him smile into the kiss and squeeze me tighter. It was awesome and really important to me. We pull away eventually and get me back on my feet. And that's when Gilbird comes flying back to Gil, peeping happily and flying circles around our heads.

Germany-

Ludwig asked me out on a date... sometime ago. I don't know how long ago, I don't really pay attention to the date of the week and stuff.

I'm sitting on the floor fixing up my Canada cosplay when Ludwig comes down. Something is definitely on his mind, I don't know what though, he was blushing a little and struggling to talk.

"C'mon, what is it? Did you forget your English or something?" I ask as I set the cosplay on the ground and rush over to him.

"I.... um... Cou- hmmMm. V-vould today be acceptable for zhe date? I... it's been a veek since I asked..." He finally mumbles out.

"Woah, a week. Realy? And yes, dude, I'm alway free!" I chirp and hug him.

He tenses up at first but eventually hugs back. He lets go after sometime and lets out a relieved sigh. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

"Is zhere anyzhing jou vanted to do, specifically?" He then asks.

"Nope, except for picking something up from the mall, nothing." I say and shrug.

He types something onto his phone, mumbling a little.

"Vould jou like to go to zhe bar?" He then asks.

"E e(yeah), sure."

He types some more things and probably Googles a place near here. He turns the screen to me to show me the location.

"Iz zhis gut?"

I take the phone from his hands and go to the bars website (Let's say it has one, IDK) And... THEY HAVE MY FAVORITE STAND-UP COMEDIAN PERFORMING TONIGHT!!! I smile like an idiot at the news and Ludwig probably takes a mental note.

I start to jump in place from the excitement,"Dude, my fav. comedian is performing there! Do you know Ash? Awe, this is gonna be awesome!"

Ludwig smiles at my childish behavior and takes his phone back. He nods his head and types a schedule on his phone, like what Gilburt did for his date. Geeze, they really are brothers, they really are German... Is it possible for me to be dating Germany himself? I can't help but giggle at the thought. Ludwig shows me the schedule and I agree to go along with it. He leaves the basement to go get ready or something.

I just sit back down on the floor and work on my cosplay and think about the small details about what to do at the next Anime Northwest convention.

I don't know how long it took him to get ready but he came back down smelling like axe body-spray and soap. And he looked exactly the same, besides the cloths change.

"Jou ready?"

"Yup, ikuzo(let's go)!" I say with plenty of excitement as I grab his hand.

He nods his head hesitantly and takes me out of the basement. I let go of his hand, put on my shoes and leave threw the kitchen window again.

"Can jou just use zhe door for once?" He can't help but ask.

"Gomen'nasai(sorry)! I have a fear of front doors! I can't help but think someone's gonna pop out of nowhere and kill me! It's stupid, I know, but it already happened to me once." I tell him as get into his car.

He let's outs a tired sigh and gets into the driver's seat. He starts the car and leaves the driveway. I take his phone and Google maps the mall I want to go to. He doesn't question and follow the directions. We get there eventually and I take him to this store that sells custom print clothing.

"Ah (Y/N), your order came in." The girl at the register tells me as she pulls up the hoodie I ordered.

It was just a white hoodie with red accents to cover up the seams, a little maple leaf in the upper right corner and a larger one covering the back.

"Yes yes yes! It's perfect! Gimme now!" I sqee and jump and practically throw my money at her.

She laughs and hands me the hoodie before counting up the cash and handing me the change. Then she notices Germany. I tell how Germ-boy is my boyfriend and is the best person ever until he has to drag me out of the shop because we were behind schedule. He takes me back to the car and drives off to the Stix Bar. I don't know what to do during the ride so I just turn on the radio. We get to Stix, head in and take a seat at the bar. Luckily, we were just in time for Freyja to start her performance. We order some beer and watch the show.

We have a few more drinks and a lot more laughs until Freyja walks off the stage with a bunch of people applauding her performance. I sneak a few glances at Germ-boy, and he's been eyeing me too. It's cute. I have a few more beers and this is like my... 5... 15th mug? Izzhat rite? I luk arownd da rum 'n all da lites r sooo sperkelly~~!!! Am I drunk? I'm prabable drunk. I tern to Germ-boy too tell him 'n ask fur us to go home.

"Eh, Germmmany? Can wa go hoeme now? I kinna cant seee." I try to tell but I cant think strait.

Frum wat i can tell, Germ-boi, drinks da rest ov his beer, gets owt ov his seet and waks over to me. 'N I dunno if da lites got briter but sinse wen did Germ-boi go from 10/10 to 20/10? I feel him wrap his arms arownd me and lift me up off da Chare and carre me out ov the bar. Da lites arent as sperkely as in ther but I dont think I can complane. Da stars luk gud thoe. 'N now hes 30/10... i think... This isnt fair, why does he get to be da supper hot one? Germ-boi setts me down in da seet ov da car 'n starts da enjine 'n drives owt ov da parking lot. I wanna tak to Germ-boi, I just dont no wat to say.

"Youre beeing reely unfare, you no dat rite?" I slur out. What am I saying?

"Vhat do jou mean?"

"Stap geting more 'n more hwat! Seriowsly, you went from a 10/10 to a 30. Stap it, its unfair!" I wine, but don't meen any ov it.

But Germ-boi just luks at me 'n smiles, like he noes i cant take it seriowsly. He keeps his ies on da rowd but pets me on da hed with his hand. His hand iz so big, it covers my fase, its cool.

"A 30/10? Like jou don't know jou vere 15/10 to begin vith." He mermers, but I can stil heer him.

"Dats haf ov da hwatness you hav! 'N its stil not coooll! Whi am i so mad at dis?" I asks, not expekting an anser.

Berm-boi still lafs as he puls up to da driveway ov da house. He gets owt first befor carying me in. He brings me up to da front dor 'n... i wood panik, but id prabably passowt if i strugeled. He entrs da house and puts me down on da cowch. He pets me on da hed agane befor starting to wak away. Ha, no. imma not let you tees me wiff your 35/10 charm. Com bak!

I grab his arm and tug him back to da cowch. Befor he can give a protest, i kiss him on da lips. I no he waz a litle shoked, da fact he tensed up iz cleer enuf of dat. But he eventualy startd kissing bak 'n wraped his arms arownd my waste. I wrap my arms arownd his nek and deepen da kiss a litle mor. We pul away eventualy 'n Germ-boi kuiets down a lot befor just picking me up, taking me back into da basement and seting me down on my bed that he was nise enuf to give me. He tuks me in and kises my forhed and wishes me a gud nite. I fownd da best boifrend ever.

Japan-

After having confessed his love for the blind greek, Kiku had brought it upon himself to plan a date, the best date he could think of for his new girlfriend. Of course there are bound to be some road bumps, as the poor nation wanted the date to be culturally accurate. And what better way to research a culturally accurate date, than to ask the nation itself? I could go into the type of conversation Japan and Greece get into, but that's not the point of this story. So, long story short, Japan had to endure 5 hours of Greece talking about cats, falling asleep, and getting off topic to get the information he needed. So it turns out that Greeks are big on parties, with drinking, games, good food, and drinks. Did I mention Drinks?

This leads us to now, Kiku trying to get a culturally accurate party for his first date with the one girl he is romantically attracted to.

"Do you need my help?" The blind girl asks from the couch, having overheard one of Kiku's brainstorming sessions to plan the date.

"Īe (No). I think I know what I'm doing." The Japanese man responds.

And those were his famous last words.

Skipping to later, we see that Kiku did indeed try to make Greek food. But we also see that it isn't as appetizing as it was in pictures.

"Did you burn something?" (Y/n) asks.

"..." There is no response from the man in the kitchen and the greek sighs.

"Could you come here please?" The girl on the couch asks. The Japanese man agrees and comes over to the living room. Upon hearing his entrance, the blind girl pats the seat next to her, silently asking him to take a seat. Kiku complies and does as instructed. There is a nervous swelling in his heart at the thought of what could come.

"Did you burn something?" She asked.

"...Hai." Kiku reluctantly admits.

"What were you trying to make?" (Y/N) contimued.

"Tyropitakia."(Phyllo dough cut into strips that are filled with cheese and vegetables that is shaped into triangles and baked.) Kiku responds timidly.

"Awwww, you tried to make something from my home? That's so sweet! Thank you!" (Y/N) coos to the man at her side. Kiku is completely baffled by her response. He was convinced she would yell at him.

"Nani(What)? Doshite(Why)?" Kiku asks, completely lost.

"No one has ever tried to make something from my home for me. Thank you for trying. Next time you try, let one of my maids help, they'll give you proper directions and tips." (Y/N) informs.

"Reary? I wourd expect more peopre to try." Kiku responds.

"You would think. But a lot of people are turned off by my lack of sight." (Y/N) explains.

"Then you deserve better!" Kiku exclaims out of nowhere. He flushes an intense red as he realizes what he said. "G-Gomenasai!(I'm sorry) I do not know where that came from!"

"It's nice to see you think that. Thank you." (Y/N) says, placing her hand on top of his. Instead of freaking out like he usually would have, Kiku indulges in the feeling. Going as far as to rub the tips of her fingers with his thumb.

Getting a sudden burst of confidence, he asks for (Y/N)'s attention. "(Y/N)-chan."

"Hmm?" Said girl turns her head toward Kiku, showing him that he has her undivided attention. Without a second thought, Kiku had his lips on hers. Time slowed down as the two savored each other's presence. The blind girl took a moment to realize what was happening, but catches up. The two separate with much reluctance. Kiku knows he won't have that much confidence again in a long time, and (Y/N) wants to remember the feeling of his lips on hers. The two stay silent and enjoy the silence and each other's company.

Romano-

Lovi has been talking about a date for a while now. Always mumbling to himself about what to do and what would 'that Tomato-bastard' do. It's pretty cute and funny and definitely going to be apart of some character in Project InvisaLine.

"Oi, Biscotto (cookie), uh... There's a new bakery that opened up near here... Do you want to go?" He asks with a small blush.

I smile at this and nod my head silently. I'm kinda treading between imagination and reality right now and I really don't want to say anything stupid. He smiles and motions me to follow him, with no time to prepare at all. I quickly grab my bag filled with pencils, pens, notebooks and wallet. Lovi takes my hand and leads me out of the house and we walk to the bakery. But I also get see some more places in Italy and that's always a great thing. But my eyes are a little messy so it's more of a combination of the streets of Italy mixed with the Ruins of Atlantis. I think Lovi notices the overly-awed look on my face. He's taken me here before and I never reacted this way.

"Eh Biscotto, are you okay? I've never seen you this happy about a place you've already seen..." He says with a little concern.

"Oh, my eyes are a little different from normal people. They're affected by my imagination. So you might see the streets of Italy, but I see the Ruins of Atlantis." I try to explain.

He nods his head," Have you ever gone to a doctor?"

"Yeah, I have. They haven't found a way to fix it," I lied,"I don't think it can be fixed. And why would I want to fix it? It helps me a lot!" I tell him.

He nods his head again and squeezes my hand," I hope your eyes aren't messing with how you see me."

"No, don't worry. There is no way I could re-imagine a face as handsome as yours." I giggle.

Lovi blushes at the complement but leans down and kisses me on the cheek. I smile some more and suddenly, the ruins aspect of the city melts away. Alright, I'm launched back into reality, crisis granted... averted... I'm still working on that part. I scooch closer to Lovi as he leads me to the new bakery.

We turn the corner and walk up to this little bakery. It had a light blue and yellow color scheme with a little purple and pink mixed in to give the appearance of a galaxy-esk feel. Biscotti della Stelle (Cookies of the Stars) was the name of the place and it was very cute. We walk in and the interior is like the outside and it just makes me smile with a childish wonder and joy.

"Awe, I like this place already!" I exclaim as I head up to the counter.

"Grazie mille(thank you very much)! Welcome to Biscotti della Stelle! What would you like?" The woman running the cash register says.

"Um... I'll take a Budino (Italian pudding cups served with 4 different flavors of caramel sauce. Look it up.)"

"I'll have tiramisu. (Layered coffee cake and whipped cream. Look it up to.)"

"Alright, take a seat and we'll bring your orders to you." She says as she puts in the order in the register and Lovi pays.

We take a booth near the front window and my imagination changes the scenery outside the window. I pull out one of my notebooks and a pencil and sketch what I see. The city went back to the ruins and the people seemed to be more... cat-like? Either way, it was cool and I drew it. I tried my best to put in a lot of detail into the sketch, so the background artists at the studio have a lot of material to work with. I feel Lovi watch me draw and stare out the window.

"You really need drawing lessons Biscotto." Lovi points out to me.

"Yeah, I know. But it doesn't really matter. Other people I know will probably do it better than me." I just shrug off.

Then, the waitress comes over with our orders and a milkshake, 2 straws in it because... awesome, I guess. The waitress smiles and leaves the table and we go back to talking.

"So, how long have your eyes been like that?" Lovi asks.

"Hmm... As long as I can remember."

"Is it like Schizophrenia?"

"No, my sight is modified by imagination. I know the difference between fantasy and reality. And I can stop it at any time. So it's... a self-inflicted Schizophrenia." I try to explain.

He nods his head, trying to understand. I take a bite out of my budino and pour some of the chocolate sauce on it before eating all of it.

"Okay, yeah. I really like this place!" I smile and start sipping the milkshake.

Lovi smiles at me and reaches for my hand, rubbing loving circles on the back of it. I look up at him and see him looking at me with a dreamy look and his little curl twisted up in a heart. I stop eating the shake and weave my fingers in between Lovi's and watch the blush on his face increase. I can't help but smile and giggle a little at this. Lovi lets go of my hand and goes back to eating and I resume drawing the ruins of the city. I'm pretty happy with the results though, the background artists should be able to make a dream out of this! I put the notebook away and glance up at Lovi.

It looks like he finished a while ago and was now admiring my appearance. I smile some more and start drinking the milkshake. Lovi starts drinking through the other straw provided, not looking away from me. The bakery seemed to melt into some sort of galaxy themed ballroom, only tripling his charms. I can't help but blush at this godly sight. And pretty soon, the milkshake is gone. Lovi stands up from the booth and offers me a hand. I take it and stand up from the booth, grabbing my bag to, and we leave the bakery.

"Note to self: Come here again." I say absentmindedly.

This gets a chuckle from Lovi as we walk away from the bakery. We eventually get to a small plaza and Lovi pipes up.

"Biscotto~?" Lovi sings a little.

I look up at him and realize how close he is to me. He quickly puts his hand on my chin to prevent me from looking away. Like was going to do that though. He inches closer to me and I just shoop up onto my tiptoes and beat him to the kiss. His free arm immediately wraps around my waist and I just wrap mine around his back. We let go of each other after some time. He pulls away and smiles at me before leaning back in and whispering into my ear.

"You make me so happy Biscotto, don't forget that."

Spain-

Antonio had generously invited me to a bullfighting ring to watch him perform. It completely surprised me to hear that he was a matador. Wait... so he's the one to kill the bull? I feel a little unnerved at this fact but smile at the news anyway.

"Okay, I'll be there. And... Good luck, if you need it." I seriously don't know what to say.

Toni smiles either way and pets me on the head.

"Don't worry Chika! I'll be fine! I've been doing this for years!" He tries to calm me down.

I let out a small, silent sigh and nod my head.

"So... when's the match?" I asks and look at my phone's internal clock.

"Oh, thanks for reminding me. I need to get ready. The match will happen... around 4:30 pm. Nos vemos más tarde(See you later)!" And he runs off.

Looking back at the clock, I have enough time to train Korbinian, get dressed, and go to the stadium. Yeah, I'll do that. I walk over to Korbinian and start to talk.

I give him a few orders and we talk a little about why he's being trouble at home and well-behaved here. But that conversation went nowhere. I give-up eventually and get ready for the date. I just put on a simple spring dress and a wide brim hat. I put Korbinian on his leash and bring him along to the bull-fight. I head up to the person running the booth and tell him my name and get ready to pay the entrance fee.

"Wait... You're (Y/N) (L/N)? Antonio's novia(girlfriend)?"

"Yes... why?"

Just with that sentence, me and Korbinian are being lead to the best seats in the stadium. We're sitting so close to the bull-cage, the seats are right next to it, just a few feet above. I glance over at the bull and I can tell that he's scared.

"Vhat iz going to happen to zhe bull?" Korbinian asks.

"The sport is that a guy in red, with a sword and a red cape, will try to tire-out the bull and kill him." I mutter silently.

"Zhat von't happen to me, right?" He whimpers.

"No, you're safe." I reassure him.

I turn my attention to the bull,"I'm so sorry you have to face this. I wish I could help, but I'm powerless." I apologize.

"I... You're talking to me?" The bull asks.

I nod my head silently and Korbinian speaks up,"She can talk to animals."

The bull nods sightly,"I don't blame you. I knew this was going to happen. But it's those other stupid humans that think this is fun. It isn't."

"What's your name?"

"BL509W." The bull just repeats the number assigned to him.

"... That's sad... I'll call you William for now." I say and avert my eyes.

Then, the stadium explodes in cheers and a man in a fancy red outfit walks out into the stadium. It's Toni, I know it. Staff members open the bull-cage and poke the bull out into the ring. William charges at Toni with a loud shout only to run into the wall because he was aiming for the cape Toni was using. The fight goes on and William and Toni get a few injuries. The cheering just makes me even more sad as I avert my eyes every time Toni hits the bull. I hear William let out a few cries of pain here and there, Korbinian tries his best to comfort me though. Eventually, William falls silent and I force myself to look up at the ring and see what happened. William collapsed from exhaustion and Toni took the opportunity to stab him.

The stadium cheers and I let a few tears run down my face, but I quickly wipe them away. I use my powers to make a few flowers bloom on the bull. The flowers are a bright red and orange that slowly fade to purple at the tips. The flowers start spinning off the stems and catch the wind into the sky. The people in the audience gasp and awe at the sight, but I take the time to say I'm sorry to William and wish him a second chance.

Toni smiles at the sight and grabs a few from the air and rushes over to my seat and presents them to me.

"To a very important hermosa chica(beautiful girl) I love." He says and throws the flowers over to me.

Or he tries to, the wind picks up and carries the flowers somewhere else. He lets out an annoyed *humph* and pouts a little.

"Why is the wind picking up now? This wasn't on the weather report..."

"Well, weather is a little unpredictable. Don't worry." I say and look back up at the flowers flying away.

We leave the stadium eventually and meat up with Toni outside the stadium. He greets me with a hug and starts talking.

"So, what did you think of the corrida(bullfight)?" He asks happily.

"Good job Toni, guess you didn't need my luck after all." I smile

"Vhy are jou lying?" Korbinian barks at me.

"Calm down, calm down. I'm fine." I say to Korbinian as I pet his head.

"What did he say?" Toni asks jokingly.

"Heh, I'm not fluent in dog. Stop asking." I giggle.

Toni hugs me again and plants little kisses all over my face, making me laugh even more. He quickly catches my lips, only briefly though, but goes back to kissing all over my cheeks. He gets my lips again and I quickly put my hand behind his head so he can't pull away. I feel him smile and wrap his arms around my waist and deepen the kiss a little bit. We stay like this until Korbinian barks at us.

"Ve're in public, kiss vhen ve get home!" He shouts.

I pull away and take Toni's hand and we all walk home.