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"I saw you last night...you looked beautiful."

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(C/n) was the greatest country on Earth! Or maybe you're just a bit biased... No matter, anyone in their right mind would agree with you. Moreover, they'd at least believe you were a country worth living in. You didn't really push yourself into any major conflicts and you had enough money to go around to each citizen.

All-in-all, you were happy. Happiness was your general emotion, and you still did well to keep it. It's just...

... You rubbed your arm uncomfortably as your eyes darted around the cold, empty room. You were currently in the printer room of the World Meeting Centre in London as England was the host country this time. Lately, you've been feeling a little tense. You didn't think it was England, but it was definitely someone making you feel this way.

Once you finished printing off the copies of papers for each country present, you breathed a sigh of relief; you could finally get outta here. You opened the door and almost screamed as America's smiling face met yours. He was hunched over so that his eyes were level with you, "Hiya, flawless~!"

"F-Flawless?" You stuttered. As your heart settled down, your cheeks grew red. You stepped aside from him and began walking away, "Again, with the nicknames, America? You know you really don't have to try so hard to be my friend."

He gave a laugh and ran up to you, matching your pace, "Naw, (Y/n), you know I just adore you so much. I can't help but slip you a compliment here and there."

You rolled your eyes, your lips curling up into a slight smirk. America was such a great guy. You weren't like, his best friend, but he was usually pretty fun to hang out with. You imagined he must be a super flirt, though, as he never stopped showering you with affection. That's what turned you off the most from getting any closer. Even though you and he shared a lot of the same interests, you didn't want to be bothered by constant teasing.

"So," he began, looking off in the distance with a blush on his cheeks, "I saw you last night..." his words sounded so different from his usual, boisterous voice. They were soft and endearing. But something was off, something was wrong. You stopped and allowed him to stand in front of you, the stack of papers your only barrier from the American as he stared at you with such an obsessive gaze. His blue eyes shimmered behind his glasses, "You looked beautiful."

Many questions ran through your mind. Last night you were out with England at a pub. You may have dressed up a tad more than usual, but you always liked to make a good appearance when visiting another country. You wanted to show that (Nationality)'s were friendly people. Taking a small step back, you awkwardly smiled, "Oh-ho, is that so? I wasn't aware you were here yesterday."

America stood up straight, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you, "Well, yeah. I caught an earlier flight so that I could rest a bit before the meeting today." It was then his face fell, "Just wondering, are you and England a thing?"

Your eyebrows drew together, "A thing? You mean, like, boyfriend and girlfriend?"

He flinched at those words, "Yeah. I didn't think you guys were that close. Is it true?"

Biting your lips helped you keep in the amusement. Was he really paranoid about that? A smile erupted on your features as you finally managed to step around him and carry on, "Well, it's not-not-not true."

America was utterly confused. He jumped back around and hurried to your pace, "What does that mean?"

"Exactly as I say," you hummed, continuing your walking.

But America didn't like this one bit. Suddenly, you found yourself pinned against the wall, a couple of paper flittering to the ground as you stared up at the large male who was only inches away, "Are you and England dating?"

Your little game turned into something much more deadly. You actually felt as though your life was on the line! With a gulp, you answered truthfully, "No, we aren't."

"Do you like him?" He continued, getting closer to read every reaction you gave, hoping to find any trace of a lie if you were trying to deceive him.

Red began to tint your cheeks, "Not in a romantic way."

America only got closer, his lips almost brushing yours as he spoke, "Do you like me?"

"I-" but you didn't get a chance to respond. For the better, you supposed, as you didn't wanna risk any outcome of the situation. If you said yes, would he kiss you? If you said no, would he hurt you? Finding out wasn't something you really wanted.

Thankfully, Russia appeared, though his comment wasn't appreciated, his interruption was, "Flirting in the workplace is not very professional. We are waiting for the both of you to hurry up and get to the meeting room." His smile was a threat, saying, 'If you dare to keep me here any longer I will smash those tiny mirrors inside of your skull.'

You coughed and pushed America away, crouching down to pick up the papers, "Very true, Russia! It won't happen again."

America seemed pissed off, but he let it slide. He stared intently at your back as you swayed your hips before him. Ah yes, your 'superior' walk. You did this every time you thought you won or had the upper hand. It was adorable, but this interaction was far from over.

Of course, America being your stalker had definitely crossed your mind, and it only got stronger over the duration of the meeting. It was like he was purposefully trying to make it known to you that he was the reason behind all your worryings.

It didn't show until that night, though.

Prussia had asked you out with France, Spain, Austria, and Hungary. Germany, Italy, and Japan tagged along too. You dressed up in a sparkling dress, making yourself look amazing in the eyes of anyone who dared to gaze upon you. Did you do this on purpose? Maybe~

Though you dressed up for the night (again) you didn't plan on anything other than drinking and having fun with your friends; so you politely turned down any advances from anyone. You accepted the compliments, certainly.

When the night was over, you retreated to your Motel room. You shut the door, the automatic locking clicking in, and walked to the main area. There, on your bed, was a folded note. From the staff, perhaps? Time to find out.

Your drunken stumbling had lessened over time, your hazy eyes now able to make out writing. It was nice to be able to see again, but it still didn't prepare you fro the words on the note:

'I saw you tonight.... You look beautiful.'

America... He said something like that today at the meeting as well. It had to be him. He was definitely the one to blame for you feeling this way.