He nodded. "That's a good choice. I'll put it on." he got the teapot and started making it. He sat down while waiting for it to whistle. "It should be done pretty soon." He smiled at her. "How do you like the place?" He asked. He hoped she liked it here. He felt at home and he wanted her too as well.

"Hm?" She broke focus from the picture of England and a rather young America. "It's so... Cozy...." Vixan laughed. "It's really nice..." She walked over to England. "Everywhere else I go that's someone's home, the atmosphere is so tense and rigid..." She smiled. "So, this is nice."

He was pleased. "You're to kind. I am glad you like it though." He heard the whistle and went to get the tea. He poured both of them a cup and set out some sugar. "Get as much as you please."

She smiled "thank you." She added a little bit of sugar and mixed it until it was dissolved. "Thank you for the tea, Arthur." She sipped the tea carefully. "Um, do you have any questions for me...? I mean... Everyone knows about you...." She stopped mid-sentence. "I mean, Not that I don't have questions I mean..." A blush crept up on her cheeks. "Nevermind, I'm just gonna shut up before I babble too much."

England tried not to giggle. "You're funny." He said, trying not to make it sound rude. "I didn't mean that in a jerk way." He said, frowning. "Anyway, so, what kind of country are you? I'm not sure what to ask, so just tell me about you."

"Well... We have a leader... and our own Navy and Army..." She bit her lip, unsure of quite how to word everything. "Our citizens have a multitude of freedom, including marriage to same-sex partners..." She frowned. "And..." She hung her head. "Sorry... I;m no good at talking about my country..." She took a small sip of her tea

England just nodded. "It sounds like a nice place to me."

She thought for a moment while drinking her tea "So, um about America... I mean Um" she thought "I have a question about him..."

He sighed, thinking she liked America. "What do you want to know?" she asked sadly.

"Does he always give everybody headaches? I mean, doesn't he know how to be quiet?!" Vixan covered her mouth in her own response to her outburst. "Sorry, that sounds horribly rude... I mean, I know you two are like, brothers... "

England covered his mouth to stifle his giggles. "Yes...he hasn't mastered shutting up yet." He started laughing openly. "I'm actually glad he gets on your nerves. That means he won't steal you away." He coughed. "Not that your mine...that's not what I meant...eh.. I should just shut up."

Vinozia giggled softly before stifling herself "steal me away?" she laughed again "I don't think there could be any stealing to be done by America. " She looked at her now empty teacup and set it down. "I'd better go make sure I don't make Gilly mad at me for missing our Brother-Sister date.." Vixan stood and straightened her dress. "thank you for having me over, Arthur. We'll have to do this again sometime..." she walked over and hugged the Britain before making her way to the front door.

Arthur nodded and blushed madly as he was hugged. "Yeah, sometime soon." He felt giddy on the inside. "I hope you have fun with your brother." He knew he must seem silly with his face all red and acting slightly shy, but he couldn't help it. He started cleaning up the dishes, hoping to see Vinozia again soon.

Vixan was humming as she got to her brother's house, and was still humming when she went to her own house after beers at the bar. She picked up her cell phone, then facepalmed. "I should have gotten his number!" She hung her head then dropped her phone. "Oh well." She showered and went to bed.

"Vinozia..." Dream-England took dream-her's hand and pulled her close in a slow dance.

Eventually, her alarm clock rang and called her to get up. She pulled a brush through her hair then tied it back before dressing in skinnies and a tank top to go and walk around the town the World Conference was held in.

Arthur finished cleaning up and continued to think about Vixan. She was cute, but so out of his league. He could see some one like France scoring a girl like her, but not him. He was silly and he knew he must seem like a little lost not to her. He sighed, then went to shower and go to bed. There would be time to mope later.

England woke with a start as something made a loud bang. It was his pans in the kitchen. "Damn." He muttered realizing he must've left the cabinet open. They must've fallen out due to the airconditioning blowing them down slowly but surely. It was time to get up anyway. He got cleaned up and dressed, then went for a walk. It was nice and the scenery was pretty. He stood by a bridge and stated out into a lake. It was amazing how he could be so oddly crazy about a girl he'd only just met. She'd think he was an idiot if he admitted it though, so he'd just keep silent. He was sure she was going to fall for Simone anyway. Some other, better country would steal her away.

Vixan found the lake her brother Ivan had mentioned then walked along the edge, looking for the lilies he said she would be able to find. Her mind wasn't necessarily all there though. She was thinking about England. The country had somehow gotten her all wound up, and feeling almost nervous about if she would see him again before the next conference. She stood at the edge of the lake, and picked up a flat rock. She turned it a few times, inspecting it before skipping it across the smooth surface. "I shouldn't even worry." She looked around and finally saw the flowers she was looking for. "Finally!" She knelt by the orange Tiger Lilies and smiled happily.

England Held his head in his hands, sighing heavily and watching the surface of the lake. Someone from the other side had thrown something and it make ripples across the water. He couldn't see the person from so far away, but he figured it had been a child or something. He felt heart heavy and was day dreaming when something roughly shoved him in the back, making him fall over the side of the bridge and into the lake. He screamed loudly and high pitched before splashing in and looking up to see who had shoved him. There stood America. That figured. "Sorry!" He yelled and England ignored him, swimming to the other side of the lake by the flowers. He was soaked, and his white dress shirt clung to him, showing his nipples and embarrassing him to high jeans since he wasn't as built as he could be. He hoped he didn't see anyone he knew. "Stupid America." He muttered, dragging himself closer to the shore. The long swim had tired him a bit and he was grumpy.

Vixan heard the splash and looked over to see someone in the water yelling at someone on the bridge. "What the heck is going on...?" She watched at whomever was pushed into the water swam closer to where she was. She squeaked and moved away from there to observe who it was. "E-England?!" She walked back over to the water-logged country, her heart jumping a few beats in response to seeing him.

England wondered if one could die of embarrassment. "V-Vixan?!" He turned do red he could've very well been a tomato. "I-I..I'm...not so happy that you found me l-like this.." He choked out, covering his exposed chest with his hands the way a woman would. He hated white shirts now. "I really can e-explain." He was feeling good and stupid now.

Vixan rolled her eyes, and took one of England's hands to pull him to standing. "You don't have to worry about that silly." She brushed a leaf off his shoulder. "Who did this? Or did you decide to just go swimming in a dress shirt?"

"America." he replied miserably. "It's all his fault. He snuck up and bumped me." He wanted to call the guy a bloody wanker, but that seemed highly ride to say in front of a lady. "He's a jerk." Was what he ended up saying at last. He took off the dress shirt, wringging it out and then he sighed. "So much for a peaceful walk." He also removed his socks and shoes, rolling up the legs in his pants. "Eh..pardon my sudden nudity. I know it's rude, but I have to let my clothes dry. I should probably go home now." He seriously needed to remove his pants so they could dry, but having Vixan see him stark nude wasn't a pleasant thought for him.

Vinozia tried not to stare at England, but she couldn't help it. He wasn't built like a model, but he was perfect to her. "I'll walk with you, if you don't mind that is." She smiled softly "That way you'll have company." She sincerely hoped he said yes, that way she could also get his phone number so that they could text and call each other.

England nodded in agreement. "Alright. I was hoping to bump into you before the conference anyway. I never did get a way to communicate with you, and if we're going to hang out some more I'm going to need your number." He was blushing again. That sounded so flirtatious. When they got to his place, he just looked at her for a moment. "Um. I'll go get changed...then we can talk? If you want that is...you can sit in here in the living room."

She blushed softly as he asked stammered over his words "I'd love to keep talking... I have no other plans today." She sat on the couch. "Now go change before you get sick or something." She smiled teasingly at England. "We can't hang out if you're sick, now can we?" She shooed him off with both hands then layed across the couch with her ponytail hanging over the edge of the couch, and she played with her cross while she waited.

As England was being shooed to his room, his pants, heavy with water, fell down around his knees. His boxers were dragged with them and he squawked, covering himself and getting in his room so quickly it was inhuman. He was mortified. He changed and facepalmed. How was he supposed to go back out and look at her after that? "I am so sorry." He said as he came back out, looking just as embarrassed as when it had just happened. 'Ugh. Today has sucked so far. Good job England, you are and idiot' he said in his mind.