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An unmolested bottom and the small pride of knowing I stood up for myself?
Right, we’ll chalk it up as another of my silly dilly moments because giving in would have made everything all better.
I would have been gentle ~
How noble of you. But still, so boring.
You loved the attention, don’tcha even pretend it was unsavory! B)
And seeing as I’m not trying to get your land anymore, but rather get to know ya better, don’t know why you’re so eager to shoot an innocent guy like me down ~
Surprisingly, I believe it.
Because boring is, obviously, bad and I’ve had so many good things happen from getting attention. If you really are so innocently just trying to get to know me, I’ll let you. Even you have to see why it would be hard for me to trust you though.
I’m sorry Turkey, old habits die hard.
“Hm, that one. That looks good.” Sweden was uninterested in the price tag, he just wanted to find a dress. Once he saw what size it was, he had his information. “Ah, I have one more request. Can you try it on? Just want to see how it looks.”
Sweden bit his lower lip, he was not entirely sure if the other nation would go for such a ridiculous idea, but he tried to keep his face in his usual poker state that he was completely serious.
The Swede beckoned a saleslady, who quickly made her way to him. Leaning in her ear, he spoke quickly and evenly. “This is the size. Get more anything you know that would look good on her. Don’t forget accessories.” The lady looked Sweden up and down, she might have been a petite little thing, but she was not intimidated. Sweden looked back at her. “My card. You can see I’m Berwald Oxenstierna. Get to it!” The woman took his card and scurried off, grabbing another saleslady for help.
Sweden had been saving for a vacation that had unfortunately been delayed indefinitely, and he was going to travel this summer after his birthday, however his fight with Russia put that out of commission. However, Sweden had witnessed an act of kindness from Russia recently and frankly, it made Sweden think how useless his so-called vacation would have been anyway. Too much he would have spent on a hotel, too much on tips, drinks, food. And for what? He would have been alone.
When he saw Ukraine, he thought of all the good times they once had. He never stopped caring about her and he was proud of how far she had come all on her own. However, as we all know, she was always one to put herself last. He knew she would probably never accept anything from him-and it was not an act of charity-he wanted to with no strings attached. He decided right on the spot at the electronics store he wanted to do this. There was so few people who really understood, knew him and were still nice to him. Ukraine was one of them. So it seems he would not be alone on his “vacation” after all.
“Of course, you wouldn’t want it to end up terrible on a person when it was pretty on the rack.” Ukraine smiled pleasantly and headed for the changing room. The same dress could look very different on two women, so she wasn’t sure how this was going to work. Her features were complimented by blue, but it might not work with this mystery lady the Swede was buying it for.
A little nervously, the tall lass hung her bag on a vacant hook and slipped out of her own clothing. A thousand unpleasant thoughts rushed through her head, each one worse than the last. What if she was wrong about the size and she ended up ripping it? Or maybe she’d trip on her way out and make a fool of herself. If she were all alone these things would be embarrassing, but in front of a respectable nation like him it was enough to make her regret agreeing so quickly.
Taking a deep, calming breath, she repeated to herself she was a strong independent nation and no humiliation, no matter how bad, was going to take that from her. Carefully, she peeked into the mirror. It wasn’t so bad, she had been right that blue suited her. Now, there was just hoping she was similar enough to his lady friend it would work. After all the pleasant memories Sweden had given her over the years, she could afford to parade this dress before the whole store in return. Though, she couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit at how her simple outing had turned out.
“Well,” she started pushing open the door and stepping out. “Is this going to work?” There was only a moment of awkwardly looking to him for a sign yea or nay before a little sales lady rushed up to her with two more outfits. Shoving them into the very frustrated Slavics arms, she shooed her back into the room to try them on. With a severely confused glance over her shoulder, Ukraine found herself complying.
((It’s to figure out if I’m as much of a grandma as I seem hmm? I am younger than 25 and older than 18. Which, I think, disqualifies me from senility, for now.))
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