"Hm? Don't be, I didn't see anything in the front." She sat up and fixed her bangs. "So don't worry about it." She smiled and looked at him. "So, what do you wanna talk about then Arthur?" Vinozia wanted nothing more than to just sit here and talk with England for as long as he would have her here.

He sighed in relief. "Thank god." He sat down. "I'm not positive. I just wanted you to know that I had a great night last night. I like being around you." He was glad he'd stumbled upon her, even though it had been in an embarrassing way. "How did your date with your brother go? He treats you well doesn't he?" He asked, wondering how close she was with her siblings.

"It went rather well. He kept teasing me about the meeting..." She made a face. "But, I was in too good a mood to honestly care." A blush crept on Vinozia's cheeks as she thought for a moment. "Well, Ivan and I get along really well, he tends to make sure that I'm doing okay... Gilly does too, but he likes to go out and drink, so, we usually hang out at a bar... But they both love me, so that's all that matters..."

"A good mood? Why was that? You seem so happy...I don't understand." He shrugged. "Maybe I'm just always not happy enough. I worry to much. If I were your brother, I'd probably worry so much you'd get sick of me." He laughed. "I don't see how he could take you to a bar with all of the horrible men who'd look at you the wrong way with their unworthy eyes." He gulped, feeling strangely warm and giddy. Why had he just said that? He wasn't trying to be obvious, but he was failing miserably.

"I was just in a good mood..." She shrugged, not even sure as to why herself. "and, Gilbert knows I can take care of myself, and I'm not afraid to smash a beer glass over a guys head if he tries to get grabby hands... Most of the guys know not to mess with me anyways..." As though on cue, England's front door flew open and France swept into the room.

"England you silly fool, I have come to cook you a marvelous meal that will make your food seem like slop~" He looked at England before noticing Vinozia. "Oh, hello mon cherie, I did not realize I was in the presence of such a beautiful lady." He smiled at her, now ignoring Arthur before they had even spoke.

England really hated it when people just randomly busted into his house. He'd been about to talk to Vinozia, but it appeared France had others plans for them. He felt like he could commit murder at the moment. He'd know someone like France would come and romance Vixan away from him. He sighed and sat back, not bothering to fight what was no doubt going to happen right before him. This romantic bastard would steal her heart and turn her to mush. That was more than he could hope to ever do. The comment about his cooking was the least of his worrys here. He couldn't believe he was being tortured in his own home.

Vinozia shifted awkwardly in her seat. "Hello France..." she tried quickly to think of an excuse for him to leave her and Arthur alone. "France, before you even try flirting with me, you are much too late." Vixan was really going out on a wing here.

"oh?" France raised an eyebrow. "But how am I too late mon amie?"

"My heart has been stolen already. And it's going to stay that way." she crossed her arms "so, save the romantics that your country is so good for and use them on some other girl"

England felt his heart sink even more. Who had her heart fallen to? America came back to his mind again. Then her brothers came to his mind. Her seriously hoped it wasn't one of them that she'd gone for. Maybe she'd fallen for a more quiet country. One quiet little voice in the back of his head suggested it might be him who'd stolen her heart, but he ignores that voice.

France frowned "well. That is a shame," he sighed "I will still be cooking however!" he fled off to the kitchen

"Arthur, is this a regular thing?" She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "you know what, who cares..." she bit her lip "oh yeah! I need your number!" she pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and handed it to him. "are you okay? You look like a puppy that got kicked..."

Arthur smiled a smoke that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm ok, perhaps just a bit annoyed by having people randomly bust in my home when I'm trying to have a private conversation." That was a lie, because normally he wouldn't have minded so much. He put his number in the phone. "Just text me or something and I'll save your number from there." He tried to keep up an act that made him seem like he was jut annoyed and not so devastated.

"hey, you are feeling bad..." Vinozia frowned and moved beside England. "Smile please... Or I'll have to tickle you until you comply." she crossed her arms teasingly. "and that's not an empty threat... I will totally tickle you until you smile."

He smiled, though it still wasn't a happy smile. It was an empty one that just didn't cut it. "So, did you say that just to shoo away France or did you mean it? I can probably hook you up with whoever it is." He tried to just sound like a friend and not sound so interested in who it might be.

"Okay, we'll I guess I have to dish, don't I? Well, he at one point was a pirate, but you know, that really only eliminates a few people..." she noticed he still didn't have a sincere smile. "I said I was goin to tickle you..." she tickled his sides, trying to get him to laugh

England tried his hardest not to laugh, but ended up giggling crazily, trying to calm down but failing until he was laughing so hard he was crying.

Vixan giggled as Arthur laughed. "there! An actual smile!" she stopped tickling him. "now, was that so horrible?" She asked, smiling insanely

He frowned again. "Yes. That was god awful. I'm allergic to smiles."

Vixan pouted and crossed her arms. "well... If you won't smile, I won't either! My friends have to smile!!!" she kept pouting, hoping he would actually just smile for her.

England sighed. "Now then. I'm not allergic to your smiles." He got just a bit closer. "Your smiles make me happy."

"then you should smile." she pouted some and then thought. "I guess, I just have to tickle you again!!" Vinozia tickled him once more, before she lost her balance and slipped, falling against him so she was laying on top of him.

England almost got ready to run. "No!!! No!!! No tickling!" He squealed, then squeaked as Vixan fell onto of him. "Ekk...are you ok?" He asked. He felt kind of giddy and certainly really nervous.

"o-oh..." a blush crept on Vinozia's face. "y-yeah, I'm fine...." she looked in England's eyes for a moment and leaned a bit closer.

"Oh hon hon!!!" France came back in, laughing pervertedly, sending Vixan back up to a sitting straight position. "what did I miss in here?" Francis laughed "trying to put the moved on a girl who's heart is already stolen England? How naughty!"

England glared at the blond man. "Pervert." He groaned. "I didn't even do anything. She just fell." he said with a little growl. He was getting pretty obvensive.

"m-maybe I should just go..." Vixan stood up, letting her hair fall in front of her face. "I-I'll see you later Arthur..." she quickly ran out, too embarrassed at what she almost did to even hug England.

"Vixan!" he wasn't sure what was going on. he slapped France. "Look what you did!" he screamed. He was so annoyed. "You're an idiot."

"Moi?" he held his cheek where he was slapped. "I did nothing! You were trying to change her mind and be a little pervert!!" He glared at the British man. "it's not my fault she ran out!"