Britain / Arthur Kirkland :

"Don't be so down, Arthur," Flying Mint Bunny told me, landing in front of my feet on the bed. I had curled up in a ball, staring at the covers, my mind replaying everything that had happened just a few hours ago.

"Of course she said no. I must've come across as the biggest berk," I sulked. "But I had to at least give it a go, didn't I?" I glanced up at Flying Mint Bunny. "She was so pretty and kind. I honestly thought she might want to be my friend. But what was I thinking? She'd just broken up with her boyfriend, and then some bloke like me shows up."

"Cheer up, Arthur. At least you gave it your best shot."

"And my best still wasn't good enough," I mumbled, pulling the blankets over my head. I swore I wouldn't go outside for the next few weeks, maybe even ever. Closing my eyes, I saw her again, with her beautiful (e/c) eyes and that lovely smile. I groaned, burying my face into my pillow.

France / Frances Bonnefoy:

"It was so embarrassing," I cried, biting down on a cloth with flowers on it. "This stupid bee, pourquoi (why) did it have to be in this rose? How am I ever supposed to get over this?" I continued to cry into the phone.

"C-calm down, Frances. It's alright, I'm sure she wouldn't make fun of you," I heard Matthew's voice.

"But that's not the point," I cried further. "She was so belle ( beautiful) , and I messed it up complètement (complitly). And not only that, but my nose is all enflé (swollen) now!"

"Maybe maple syru—"

"Maple syrup is not the clé to everything!" I cut Matthew off.

I sigh dramatically, then pull out my camera, looking at the photo I had taken of her, admiring her gentle smile, her soft features, the way the colors of the flowers complemented her own. I sigh with a small smile.

Prussia / Gilbert Beilschmidt

I groaned in pain, my head feeling as if it had been crushed, as I sat at the table, eating breakfast with my brother and the others.

"Yesterday happened quite a lot," Feleciano said, still sleepy, and I nodded. "But the funniest part for me was when you tried to flirt with that Lady. You didn't even wear a shirt," he continued with a giggle, and I frowned. "What did I do?" I asked, confused, and Ludwig sighed.

"After you climbed up a street lamp, you spotted a woman standing a little off from the crowd. You practically ran to her, starting to 'flirt' with her."

I smirked. "I don't even remember, but I guess I must have been pretty awesome," I said proudly, and Ludwig looked annoyed. "Of course, I had to apologize for you and pull you back to us. You really have to stop talking to random people when you're drunk. One day you'll end up in serious trouble."

My smirk widened. "Oh, Bruder, I am Mister Awesome Troublemaker, so don't worry, I'll always be fine."

After breakfast, I lay back down in my awesome bed, closing my eyes, trying to remember the woman I had talked to. I wasn't sure what I had said, but I could still remember her face. How she had tried to keep a straight face but had a hard time not laughing. "Hehehe," I chuckled tiredly. "This woman was awesome."

Russia / Ivan Braginsky

I continued to sit on the bench, wondering why y/n actually ran off so fast. What a strange and funny girl she was.

I smiled a bit to myself. Maybe I would see her again. I could bring her home with me, and surely we would become friends. After all, she's so kind and sweet, and I am sweet too, so she would never know about my dark secrets.

Satisfied, I chuckled to myself, then I saw something beside me on the bench. "Huh? I guess y/n forgot her wallet here," I said, taking it and examining it. Everything important was in it, and I frowned a bit. "If I give it back to her, there's no way she wouldn't want to be friends with me," I said, smiling to myself. "Да, да,(yes, yes) that's a good plan." My smile brightened, but as I looked around, I couldn't spot her anymore.  "I'm sure there's her address somewhere in this wallet, and if not, then I'll just let my men watch for her."

Spain / Antonio Fernández Carriedo

Nervously, I sat on my sofá (sofa), trying to enjoy a TV serie I liked to watch, but I kept looking at my phone. It's already been a day since I saw her, but I couldn't get her out of my head.

She looked so cute, with her smile, her eyes, and the way she dressed.

I grabbed my head. "Ughhh. Antonio , keep it cool. I'm sure she'll text you at some point, right? There's no way I just imagined that blush on her cheeks... but what if she didn't even see my number or thinks I'm a creep?!" I groaned. "Damn it, why does it bother me so much now? Normally I don't care too much. But then again, normally I don't meet the most beautiful chica (girl) in this world!"

I bit down on my lower lip, and then suddenly my phone buzzed. Immediately, I looked at the screen. A strangers number. My heart skipped a beat. Quickly, I went to the chat and read the message.

"Hey, I'm the chica (girl) from the donations. Just wanted to ask who you are and why you left your number here."

"Oh crap... I don't even know what I should answer," I said, way too nervous to reply right away.

Romano / Lovino Vargas

Merda, merda, merda (shit) is all that went through my mind as I stormed into my room, probably blushing like crazy. That bastard of a brother could have told me that his German friend was so hot!

Angrily, I slammed my door shut and threw myself onto the bed with a groan, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"That was so embarrassing," I mumbled into my cuscino (pillow). I could only imagine her laughing her ass off because of my reaction. She had probably seen right through me and now thinks she's better than me. I clenched my fist. I would show this ragazza (girl) that I wasn't some normal dude. No, I would prove that I can kick her ass too. She was probably just like this patata (potato) bastard anyway, even if she's really pretty, with her pretty (e/c) eyes and her beautiful (h/c) hair and that cute, confused, and a bit surprised expression...

I shouted into my cuscino (pillow) in frustration.