"Yes, I did. It's about lunch time anyway, so what do you say we go for our first real date?" He was smiling sweetly at her, wanting to take her the most special place he knew of around here.

"I don't know what's around here..." She frowned, "So, whatever you choose is good!"

He nodded and took her hand, kissing it and dragging her out the door. "Let's go then. I have a very great place in mind for us."

"O-okay!!" She stumbled after him then followed him out.

England took her to a little cafe not to horribly far from his place. "I hope you'll like it here. It's not really all that fancy, but it's cute and the food is good." He got them a table and helped her sit before seating himself. "Now, let's enjoy this." He said with a broad smile.

She smiled. "I think I will." She said happily, but realized people were looking at the mark on her face, making her frown..

England noticed her frown. "What is it my love? Are you alright?" He hoped she want getting second thoughts on dating him.

"Hm? Nothing..." She propped her head up with her hand, covering the ugly mark on her face but she could still hear whispers. "Tell me a story Arthur..."

Arthur thought for a moment. What kind of story could he tell her? "Do you want a fictional story or nonfiction?" He asked calmly, willing to tell her either one.

"Nonfiction. Those always have the best emotion." She smiled at him, not moving her hand.

He thought for a good bit before starting. "Why don't I tell you about the time I was just a little baby country and I had to go to a ball? I think I was maybe about five years old at the time. I had to dress up in this little mini tuxedo and when all the older nations turned their backs, I drank a ton of the red liquid I was told wasn't for little boys." He was grinning. "I felt so horrible when I got home. I threw up all over my room and got in a considerable amount of trouble." He was giggling. "It was all wine that I had been drinking."

She laughed as he finished the story, raising he head and forgetting everyone else was around. "You drank wine?? At that young age? Holy cow, I'm surprised you aren't a drunk" she said teasingly, "Can you even hold you beer?"

England quite honestly didn't give a damn that everyone was staring at them. At her question he stuck his little pink tongue out playfully. "I'm not yelling." was his answer. "Maybe we should go drinking sometime and find out. We should bring Russia as a chaperone." He could image Ivan watching them get drunk as hell and then escorting them back to His house to giggle until they passed out.

"Hm, I may just have to take you up on that." She laughed. "Just know, I can hold my beer, very well" Vinozia said with a smile. "I got the two best drinkers nation wise as brothers to keep up with you know."

Arthur shrugged. "Then prepare to see me act like a fool while you're still just buzzed." He said, knowing she'd be able to hold her alcohol better than him. She had Russia as a brother for gods sake! He was one of those people who drank vodka like he drank tea.

She giggled "You can't hold your beer?" She stifled. "Sorry, shouldn't laugh... But, yanno, coming from an East German and a Russian make it weird to be around someone who can't hold it..."

England fake pouted. "Tck. My feelings are hurt. I think I'll cry." He covered his face with his hands and fake sobbed, earning a few odd stares, and even a few concerned ones. He wasn't being loud, but apperatly to day was everybody be nosy about the cute couple day.

"I am sorry, Arthur." She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "No need to cry silly, I was teasing." She moved his hands, despite knowing he was teasing.

Arthur grinned at her as she moved his hands away from his face. "Well hullo there. I see you." He said, his eyes sparkling with a bit of amusement. Their waitress came by to take their order and he went ahead a told her what he wanted. "Het whatever you want." He said to Vinozia with a smile.

She simply ordered the same thing he did, trusting that he had good taste. "Hm, so, you told me a story from your past that was amusing.. Want to hear one of mine?"

He rested his head on his elbows,waning in to listen. "Well yes, I think I'd be lovely to hear something good from your past." He knew she'd had such a dark childhood as a principality. He wanted to hear the good things about his little Vinozia.

"Well... Okay." She thought for a second. "I was maybe six at the time, after Russia and Prussia had found me, and it was my birthday." She said, trying to make sure she could paint her words. "So, they tried to make a cake for me while I was asleep upstairs... Well, I woke up to hear clangs and bangs, so I went downstairs..." She laughed softly. "I opened the door, and they had frosting all over them and all over the kitchen, so I started laughing, and I said 'You had a frosting war without me!!! No fair!' so they walked over and put frosting on me." She giggled. "I was my own cake."

England was smirking. "Seems like I'm not the only one that sucks at cooking." He snickered at her. "I'm sooo going to rub that in Russia's face." He found that more than a bit amusing, and it's make good payback too.

"Now don't do that! He was just trying to make me a cake... It wouldn't be fair if you used that against him...." She said with a pout. "He might put me on lockdown!"

Arthur was still smirking. "Very well, I won't tell him, but pull have to tease him for me sometime. He's supposed to be the quiet badass...not the cake baker."