Guess what I just did!
I can't really explain it using myself, so I'mma write a mini UsUk fic about it.
Arthur was having an average day. Drinking tea, eating scones, thinking about Alfred... Having random bouts of non-canon arachnophobia... Then the Brit checked his email. About nine replies to emails he had sent to Alfred. Secretly please, Arthur read through and replied to the messages until he got to one where he had dropped a not-so-subtle hint, thinking that Alfred would overlook it. Lo and behold, Alfred figured it out and sent an unfathomable message back. Arthur wasn't sure what to make of it, so he spent the rest of the day in fidgety worry.
Yeah. That's what happened to me. Except my America is really clever, and I just underestimated them for some reason.
So I finally know what butterflies feel like in the stomach. It doesn't help that we're both girls, she's three years older than me and I'm generally annoying. Also, I'm pretty sure she likes someone else... But I don't know...
I do not own Hetalia.


