So, hungry! I should have eaten something before coming to the meeting!

I was sitting on my chair in the meeting, my head on the desk and holding my stomach. I was really hungry, due to being up since 5am and it now being 10am. I hadn't eaten anything because I was busy in the morning trying to get ready for the meeting. I had the luck (Not sure whether it was fortunate or unfortunate) of sitting next to England; my crush. He was just so adorable with his British accent. I was brought from my daydream by shouting.

"America! Get back here you bloody wanker!"

"You're scones are just rock cakes, dude! Just face it! You can't cook!"

I was confused. Surely England's baking can't be that bad. I reached for the basket of scones that was lying on the table and took one out, taking a bite of it. I have no idea what America is talking about! These are amazing! I finished off the scone before licking my fingers. I looked up to see everyone staring at me. "What?" I asked.

"Do you feel bell, (C/n)? Zat vas one of England's scones jou just ate."

"I feel fine, Germany. I don't know why you all think England can't bake, these scones are delicious!"

"Haha! Take that! At least someone has good taste!"

"They taste great, I don't know what you're all thinking."

"Well, you may as well have them all, (C/n). No one else will eat them."

"Really?! I can!?" I squeaked, my face lighting up.

"Yes."

I squealed and hugged him, "Thank you! You'll have to give me the recipe for these!" I let go of the hug and returned to my seat, dragging the basket of scones towards me and taking another one, eating it slowly and staring at everyone else, "What?"

"Nothing... Just if you get ill, don't come crawling to us, dudette!"

"I don't think that will happen, America. They taste perfectly fine," I replied taking another one from the basket.

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By the time the meeting had ended, I had finished all of England's scones and was licking my fingers.

"(C/n)! Wait!" I heard someone shout from behind me as I was leaving the meeting room. I turned around to see England.

"What can I do for you, Mr England?"

"Did you really mean what you said about my scones?"

"Yes! Of course, I did! If I didn't I would have said I hated them. I don't know why all the other countries think they're disgusting. But, yes. I did mean it. And I meant what I said about you teaching me how to bake them as well by the way, if it's okay with you?"

"Of course! I can teach you now. If you're ree that is. I don't know whether-" I put a finger to his lips to shut him up, "I'm free. If you're offering to teach me now, I'd love to!" He grabbed my arm and dragged my out the building and back to his house.

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"-And that's how you make scones!" England said and he pulled them out the oven. 

"Can I try one?! Can I please try one?!"

"Of course, but it will be hot."

"I don't mind." With that, he handed me a scone and I took a bite, "Amazing! These are so good! Thank you for teaching me!" I squeaked hugging him, which knocked him to the ground, due to him not expecting it. I giggled and pecking him on the cheek, "That was a 'thank you'." I stood up and pulled him up as well before dusting myself off. 

I had zoned out up until the point when I felt warmth on my mouth. I snapped out my daze to see him kissing me. My face lit up bright red but I wrapped my arms around his neck, surprising him. I soon felt his wrap around my waist. We eventually broke due to lack of oxygen and when we did, I smiled at him, "I love you, England."

"I love you too, (C/n)."