Day 8. If you don't know, Malta is my OC. And yes, Malta is a girl if you didn't know so, I thought this would be cute.

---------------- Malta's POV

"Come on, Love, you have to tell her soon."

"Father, I know she doesn't feel the same. There's no point," I replied flopping back on the sofa and sighing.

"Scarlett, Love, please. You'll feel better if you just tell her," he replied sitting down next to me, "Please, Love?"

"Fine, I'll tell her. In my own time," I responded standing up and walking off to my bedroom, Why did I ever tell him I had a crush on (Y/n)?

-----------Your POV

"(Y/n)! Dudette, just tell her!"

"Alfred, I'm not telling her. I know for a fact that Scarlett is straight. 100% straight," I sighed, "Plus, there's no way Arthur would late me date her anyway, if she even felt the same way."

"Fine, Dudette. Just don't come complaining to me when you get an invitation to her wedding to someone that isn't you," Alfred replied before walking out my house.

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I smiled and knocked on the door to Scarlett's house that she shared with her father. This year they were hosting the Christmas party. There was the sound of footsteps before the door opened, to reveal a beautifully dressed Scarlett, "(Y-(Y/n)! I-It's good to see you, do come on in, Love," she spoke, stuttering stightly before opening the door wider to let me in. I smiled at her and entered, "Great outfit by the way, Scarlett."

Her face flushed bright red, "T-thank you." It was a knee length white skirt paired with her usual red top that she wore. I smiled at her and walked into the living room, sitting down on the sofa, politely. A few moments later, the front door was barged open, "Yo! Dudette! Britain! Happy Christmas!"

I noticed Scarlett and Arthur both sighing with Scarlett pinching her nose, "And there's Alfred," she muttered before walking off to open the door for him. Arthur stood up too, following Scarlett. Scarlett returned to the living room, attaching her pipe to her skirt again before flopping on the sofa, "I am officially done with that git," she exclaimed.

God, you're so cute when you're mad.

AMERICA'S POV

The minutes I arrived, Iggy pulled me aside, "Alfred, I need your help with something."

"Heh, what do you need, Dude?!"

"Getting Scarlett and (Y/n) together."

"Heh, never thought you'd be the type to ship people, Iggy! Especially the Dudette! But, yes, I'll help. I know that (Y/n) has the hots for Scarlett anyway so, I'd be happy to help!"

"Good. Now, don't tell anyone. So, my plan is..." he continued to explain his plan to me and I agreed, "Sounds great, Iggy!"

"Don't call me that, you wanker!"

--------------YOUR POV

"Hey, Dudette, can I talk to you please?" I looked up at Alfred and nodded. I stood up and followed him, not noticing the wink that Alfred sent to Arthur. I followed Alfred, soon realising where he was taking me, "Alfred, we really shouldn't be going into Scarlett's room without permission. She's going to murder both of us."

"No she won't Dudette," he replied. He then muttered, what I presumed he meant to be to himself, "Well, she won't if this works."

ENGLAND'S POV

After Alfred led (Y/n) out of the living room, it was time for me to fufil my part of the plan. I picked Scarlett up, who had fallen asleep on my shoulder (Don't ask how he managed to pick her up. I just needed it for the plot of the oneshot) and carried her up to her room, where Alfred and (Y/n) were. I placed Scarlett on her bed and Alfred grabbed my hand, dragging me out the room, whispering, "The Dudette's bedroom was NOT part of the plan. She's going to kill me when she finds out I was in there!"

"No she won't, wanker."

YOUR POV

I just stared at Scarlett's sleeping form and sighed, "You're so cute when you're asleep," I whispered. Apparently, this woke her up as she sat up and rubbed her eyes, "(Y/n)... Wait, (Y/n)? What are you doing here?"

I sighed, "Alfred dragged me up here."

"Oh, and how did I get in my bed?"

"Your father brought you up," I replied.

"Oh." She then looked up to the top of her 4-poster bed and her face lit up bright red. She muttered something to herself but I still caught it, "Alfred, if this is your doing, or you, Father, I will not hesitate to make Francypants 2.0 and 3.0 out of the two of you."

"What do you mean, Scarlett? Also, why is your face so red?"

She took a deep breath, "(Y/n), come on my bed and look up." I followed her instructions and looked up to notice what she was blushing at: there was mistletoe attached to the top of her bed., "Oh. You don't have to if you you don't want to, Scarlett."

"We must honour tradition, (Y/n)," she replied, grabbing the collar of my dress and pulling me ontop of her, kissing me. My eyes widened before I kissed her back, wrapping my arms around her neck and closing my eyes. However, unfortunately, there's this thing called 'Oxygen' that we humans need to breathe and we had to break off. When we did, Scarlett spoke up, "(Y/n), I love you."

"I-I love you too, Scarlett!" I exclaimed. She smiled and leaned in, kissing me again, something which I gladly accepted.

EXTENDED ENDING

"I told you she felt the same, Love."

"Father, I warned you. Do you want to become Francypants 2.0?"

"It's fine, Love you don't need to," Arthur replied, grabbing Alfred's hand and dragging him off back downstairs. I smiled ad pecked Scarlett's cheek, making her face flare up red again, in turn making me giggle.