England fidgeted nervously in front of the Italian's home. After failing to knock multiple times now, he resorted to pulling at his tie and glancing around. He couldn't just out right leave without trying with his brothers hiding in the bushes. The nation was just about to turn around and leave when he caught Scotland's eye and the other made a threatening motion toward him. Guess he was staying put.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked; and prayed that the Southern half wouldn't answer the door. The loud cussing he heard through the door after had him turning and glaring at the Scot before turning back in time to see Romano opening the door.

The darker skinned Italian glared at him, "The fuck you want you bastard?"

Swallowing at the glare aimed at him, England cleared his throat, "May I speak to Veneziano please?"

The ticking of silence with Romano's glare aimed at him, almost had England fidgeting in his spot again. He did release a sigh of relief when the other went back inside, the door closing with a soft click.

Blinking, the Brit couldn't tell if he was turned away or if he was supposed to wait. Looking back at the others for advice, they all shrugged. Scotland just shook his head and motioning for them to leave.

Just as he was half-way down the steps, he heard the door swing open and a call, causing him to whip around to find Veneziano bounding over to him. Oh dear, in only a shirt as well it appeared. Though he didn't let his gaze linger on the Italians legs seeing as Romano appeared to be fuming in the open doorway.

"England! You wanted to talk si?"

The Italian appeared to be in a chipper mood as he rolled on the balls of his feet and smiled up at England.

It took England almost a minute to get his bearings and cough to clear his throat, "Ah, yes I did actually. This isn't a bad time is it?" He questioned with a glance to Romano who was still glaring with a frown pulling his lips down.

"Si! Don't mind Romano, he's just being grumpy again."

"I am not!"

Veneziano just tilted his head with his tongue sticking out at his brother, who fumed and turned his head away but didn't leave his station at the door.

England gulped as Veneziano's attention turned back to him.

"Ah, I was wondering…if you, perhaps," Oh dear Queen, he was stuttering. How was he able to talk to the other nation easily just weeks before and now he could barely speak without feeling his heart hammering in his chest?

Here goes nothing old champ. Taking a deep breath, England felt the words rush out, "you wanted to go to eat sometime?"

He felt like a fool, not only did he seem to have rushed his words out to an unintelligible phrase but the Southern half's glare had intensified and his posture just screamed 'interference'.

England could feel the sweat forming at the collar of his shirt as he waited for a reply.

"Okay!"

Wait, what?

"Pardon me?"

Veneziano giggled, "Sure! It'd be fun to go. OH! Will Norway be coming to?"

Oh… "Of course he will, I'll contact him and remind him."

"Ya~y. Next week then?"

"Yes, next week will work."

With a smile, the nation leaned up and placed a kiss on both of England's cheeks before he turned and headed back inside, the older of the two glaring before slamming the door in his face.

"Well. That didn't work as planned." Scotland drawled as he came up to stand beside the Brit.

"…He didn't even realize I was asking him on a date…"

"But his brother did!" Wales piped up, only to get a fist slammed onto his head by the Scot.

Taking a puff of his cigarette, Scotland breathed it out, "Try one."