"(Y/n), I dunno..."
You gave Belgium a look of defeat. "Belgium...please..."
You always called her by her country name, while she called you by your human one. You thought it was cute.
The dirty-blonde stopped walking and you did, too, but your hands were still interlocked.
Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
"(Y/n), what if your brothers say...no? A-and then they don't let me see you again!" Belgium started to have tears form in her green eyes. You went to wipe them away.
But she was right. What if the Nordics do say no? You bite your lip and brush the thought aside. No, they will approve. They had to...right? You mean, it wasn't bad...right?
Oh, shall I stay, would it be a sin
Oh, if I can't help falling in love with you?
"Belly, listen! You're gorgeous, you're sweet, you're amazing...I couldn't ask for anyone better," now tears were starting to find they're way to your (e/c) eyes. "There's no way they can say no...after all,