[imagine England's surprise when, not long after coming home from work, a young girl appears on his doorstep and tells him he has been signed up for a date.
just. imagine.
for starters, England's face had turned red, from a mixture of both anger and embarrassment. who dared put him through such humiliation? he's a country! he doesn't go on blind dates!
...but before he can properly express his outrage, he remembers that Mabel is standing there, being ever so cute, and he is kind of sort of pretending to be a human in Cerealia. and then comes the agonizing over wanting to refuse, but also being so damned curious about who he's been paired up with. before England knows it, it's the afternoon of the sixth, and he's standing in the Gardens with his peru-colored badge and a basket with the blanket and cutlery. no food, though... he finds that strange, at first, until he realizes that the other person must have the food.
and so, he waits, dressed in a casual, but nice, suit (nothing too fancy because, after all, this is a picnic), trying to psych himself up for the initial meeting.
That's all this will be, he tells himself. Just a meeting. We'll see who it is, maybe have some lunch, and I will explain that I didn't sign up for this. Then we'll be on our separate ways. perfect.
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just. imagine.
for starters, England's face had turned red, from a mixture of both anger and embarrassment. who dared put him through such humiliation? he's a country! he doesn't go on blind dates!
...but before he can properly express his outrage, he remembers that Mabel is standing there, being ever so cute, and he is kind of sort of pretending to be a human in Cerealia. and then comes the agonizing over wanting to refuse, but also being so damned curious about who he's been paired up with. before England knows it, it's the afternoon of the sixth, and he's standing in the Gardens with his peru-colored badge and a basket with the blanket and cutlery. no food, though... he finds that strange, at first, until he realizes that the other person must have the food.
and so, he waits, dressed in a casual, but nice, suit (nothing too fancy because, after all, this is a picnic), trying to psych himself up for the initial meeting.
That's all this will be, he tells himself. Just a meeting. We'll see who it is, maybe have some lunch, and I will explain that I didn't sign up for this. Then we'll be on our separate ways. perfect.
...Christ, what was he doing here?]