"Well, then, go ask him out!" Venezuela exclaimed. "Believe me, you two look sooooo cute together!"
"Shhhh!" Israel blushed. "Can't you see he's right there? He might hear us!"
"I doubt that," Panama rolled her eyes. "I mean, even if he could, he would have no idea who we're talking about."
"But, but that would be just awkward! Seriously, he's hanging out with England and Germany right now! And plus, it'll be weird if I asked him out, shouldn't it be the guy who does the asking out?" Israel sputtered.
"Aww, who cares about that!" Ireland snickered. "Come on, go!" She shoved Israel towards her crush, America.
"Oh, hey, what's up, Israel?" America smiled at her. Her cheeks flushed several shades of red. THE America was smiling at her.
"Hi America! I didn't notice you were here," she said, smiling shyly back.
"Well neither did I! What a coincident!" America looked up and saw Venezuela, Ireland, and Panama. "Hey guys!"
"Hi!" Venezuela grinned. "Hi England!" She wasted no time flirting with England.
Israel sighed. Why couldn't she have the guts to ask America out? And she was always such a klutz around crushes, not like Ireland and Venezuela. Well, at least she had Panama to share the ability to be clumsy with.
"Well, why don't we all go out and get a cup of coffee or something?" Ireland suggested. She nudged Israel, but her gaze was set on Germany.
"Sure, vhy not?" Germany nodded, looking back at her. "Ve're all friends here, right?"
"Sorry guys, I've got plans," Panama shrugged apologetically. "But I'll catch you guys tomorrow!" She waved and left.
"Okay, well then, let's go!" America exclaimed. He glanced around. "Oh, but no one has a car big enough to fit six people, so I guess we'll do three and three?"
"Sure, why not." England agreed. "We'll use my car and Germany's car."
"I'll go with England." Venezuela piped up.
"I'll go with Germany!" Ireland claimed.
"Then I guess that just leaves us two." America looked at Israel. "Which car do you want to want to take?"
"I'll go with Germany and Ireland." Israel was disappointed. She wanted to at least sit in the same car as America, but in these circumstances that was not possible.
"Okay dokay!" America said. "So we'll meet up at the Starbucks on Westland Ave?"
"Mmm, sounds good to me," Ireland said.
Israel gathered her green jacket and put it on. Why does Ireland and Venezuela gets to ride who they want? If only America would pay her some attention.....
"Sooo.... Vat do you like to do?" Germany held the car door open for Ireland.
"Me?" Ireland giggled. "Oh, just regular stuff....." She leaned against Germany.
Israel gagged and let her self in the car as Germany and Ireland kept flirting and laughing. So the 20 minute drive was full of giggling, flirting, and rolling eyes.
Finally they arrived. As England's black Ferrari rolled onto the driveway Israel waved to Venezuela to get the heck over to her. "Venezuela! Come over here!"
"What?!?" Venezuela asked. "What's so important?!?"
"Oh, just come in closer," Israel fussed. She cupped her hands around her ear, as America was standing no more than five feet away arguing with England. "Are you serious? Letting me sit in the same car as Germany and Ireland?!? Couldn't you have made a sacrifice and given me one chance to actually talk to America? Rather than letting me sit in a car listening to Ireland and Germany rant on and on?"
"Sorry, hut my ride wasn't what I expected, either. England and America were arguing the whole time but oh, god, England is sooooo hot!" She rambled. "You know, if you had really wanted that seat you could've just said 'I wanna ride with America, Venezuela, and England' you know."
"Mehhhh!!!!!" Israel complained. "Meanie."
"Look, Ireland and I will make it up to you somehow," Venezuela patted her on the back. "I promise, even if Ireland doesn't want to. Now get flirting with your man!" She left Israel with her complains to go chat with England.
"I guess they've all left us two alone," chuckled America from behind her. She spun around and smiled.
"I guess so." Oh my god. The one and only America was TALKING to her. This was just like her dreams, except she was actually clothed this time. "Just remember what Venezuela told you," she told herself. Look him straight in the eye, twirl your hair, smile, and most importantly, remember to breathe.
"What? Sorry, I didn't catch your thought," America asked.
"Oh, nothing," she shrugged. "Sooooo..... Should we order or something?"
"I don't see why not," America replied. "They're too busy flirting and stuff." He rolled his eyes and gagged. Israel giggled, thinking that they were totally compatible. If only America would get a clue that she likes him....
"Ladies first," America gestured towards the cashier.
"Thanks," Israel grinned. She stepped to the cashier. "I'll have a Low-Fat Caramel Macchiato."
"Okay! I'll have a Iced Peppermint Mocha," America ordered. "Don't worry, I'll pay." He winked at Israel. "Why low-fat? You have a great figure."
"Er, thank you!" Israel blushed deeply. Was this real? America, one of the most popular guys in the school, was complimenting her? "So, should we sit down?"
"That would be preferable," America chuckled. "How about the one near that window?"
"Sure," agreed Israel as they walked towards the table. "So, what kind of stuff do you like to do?"
"Eh, nothing out the ordinary," America shrugged. "Football, video games, watch horror flicks, typical people stuff. How about you?"
"Um, nothing big for me," Israel said. "Soccer, tennis, horror movies, writing, drawing...."
"Oh yeah!" exclaimed America. "Aren't you the one on the soccer team? Wait, I know your jersey number, uh-- I know it..... Cmon.... Oh! 7, isn't it!"
"Yup!" Israel blushed, surprised that America knew her number. Of course she knew his football number, 19. "I didn't know you knew!"
"Why wouldn't I know?" America blushed all of the sudden. "I've, uh, gonetoallofthesoccergamesthisseason."
"What? Sorry, I didn't catch that," Israel smiled apologetically.
"Um, I've gone to all the soccer games this season," America's face got redder than Spain's tomatoes.
"Really? I didn't know you liked soccer," Israel grinned. Another thing they had in common.
"I don't, actually," America bit his lip.
"Then why do you go to all the soccer games?" Israel asked, her curiosity perking.
"....... So what's tennis like?!?" America changed the subject. "I've always wondered."
"Cmon, tell me why!" Israel persisted. "I'll keep nagging if you don't tell me!"
"Fine," America's face flushed deep red. "I, uh, haveacrushononeoftheplayers."
"Ugh, stop mumbling!" Israel leaned in.
"Okay! I, er, have, uh, a crush on one of the players," America looked down.
"Oh," tears started forming in Israel's eyes. Part of her prayed that it was her, but she knew it was probably not her. If it was her, America would've known her jersey number immediately, like how she knew his. "Well then, who is it?"
"I'm not telling." America quietly sipped his mocha.
"Come on, tell me," Israel hoped that it was her. "I'm one of those people who won't stop asking until you tell." Please be me. Please be me. "Who is it?" Please be me.
"I have to go, sorry," America averted his eyes from her. "I promised my parents something." And with that her crush left.
Israel sighed. It wasn't her. She knew it. Why would America have a crush on her anyways? There were plenty of prettier and more athletic girls on her team. Tears burned in her eyes.
Buzz, buzz. Israel's phone received a text the next morning. "Who is it now? And at eight on Saturday morning?" She groaned, picking up her phone. "Unknown number? Let's see..."
The text read, "sry for the ditch yesterday. i'll make up. movie at 3 2day near strbx. coming?"
Her heart skipped a beat. She knew it was America, who else could it be? And was he asking her out on a date? Israel was suddenly wide awake.
After many outfit changes, phone checkings, and heart flutterings, three o'clock finally came. Hair and makeup was checked one last time before she headed out to greet America.
Taking her beat-up Honda truck, Israel drove to the movies and immediately saw America. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as America recognised her ride.
"Hey! Israel! Glad you could come on such short notice!" America called out.
"Haha..... It was no problem," Israel tucked her dirty blonde hair behind her ear. "So what movie are we watching...?"
"Ummm...... Actually..... There's something I want to tell you," America bit his lip.
"Err, coming in closer...."
America grabbed her and kissed her. A wave of cherry, axe, and adrenaline crashed on her lips. Israel blinked in confusion, then melted into the kiss quickly.
"I've had the biggest crush on you since forever," America broke the kiss. "I've been a fool trying to deny it."
"Then why didn't you tell me yesterday," Israel breathed.
"I was worried you didn't like me back," America's face was flushed. "This, ah, confessing thing isn't a skill I've mastered."
"Hey, I haven't either," Israel smiled and wrapped her arms around America as she leaned in for another kiss.