Chapter 8:

And, OH MY GOSH. I TOTALLY forgot about England in that last chapter! Um…let's just say he was out getting groceries, shall we? Eheheh… (shot by millions of England fan girls)

(is shot, then beaten to death with spleen) Okay…I guess I deserved tha—Hey! Who threw that tomato?

I'm really, REALLY sorry, you guys. This story kinda floated out of my peripheral and I became SWAMPED with stuff to do.

Nonnie tugged the brush through her (now straightened) hair once more for good measure. She straightened her jeans jacket, tugged on her frilly pink camisole underneath, and shifted in her skinny jeans, her feet clad in ankle-length boots.

She looked to France, who had just arrived yesterday. "…Are you sure these clothes are fine…?" she wondered. "Don't you think they're a little…flashy?"

"Oh, non, non, ma cherie," France exclaimed, with great drama. "It's perfect, oui?"

"Hmph," England growled begrudgingly, from somewhere off to the side, "Normally I wouldn't agree, but I have to say it looks rather nice on you."

"The hero thinks it looks great!"

"Che. Better than nothing, sorella."

"Ve~! It looks really really pretty!"

Nonnie stood, blushing. "Thanks, you guys…"

After finally making up with the nations (it had only been a few minutes before Nonnie's pathetic willpower crumbled), all of them—including France—had been working hard to please her, even Romano. Breakfast in bed, candy (after England checked her blood sugar, of course), and even helping her dress for her date with Evan.

A REAL date with Evan.

Squeal.

She was fiddling with her hair once more when the sound of her old, faded doorbell rang through the apartment. She scrambled to the door, still unable to walk properly in her high heels, and grasped the handle, twisting it and pulling.

And there stood her date.

Wearing a tuxedo.

SQUEAL.

For a moment, Nonnie was practically speechless. "Y-you came…" she murmured, breathlessly.

"Yeah," Evan chuckled, never missing a beat. "I did." Cautiously peering at the nations behind her (Nonnie could care less at the moment), Evan carefully held out his hand, a white-toothed grin spreading across his face. He bent down a little, looking up at her, his teeth just a little too pointed. "Madam…?"

Nonnie gasped inaudibly, but shakily put her small hand into his bigger one. His smile growing even larger, he pulled her towards him, putting his arm around her waist. Ignoring the growls and whistles from behind her, Nonnie allowed Evan to lead her to the car.

Which wasn't really a car.

It was a limousine.

Nonnie felt like a princess.

She sat down comfortably in the dark seats and breathed in the new smell of fresh leather. She grinned even wider as Even slid in next to her, closing the door behind him. "Evan, this is amazing! It's all amazing!"

Evan waved her off. "It's nothing really," he said offhandedly. "Only the best for you." Nonnie felt shivers go up and down her spine at that.

The ride ended much too soon, in Nonnie's opinion. However, her opinion quickly changed as she was gracefully and swiftly led from her carriage into a brightly lit restaurant ablaze with fanciness and beauty. Nonnie sucked in a short, delighted breath, turning to her escort, face shining with joy. "Evan, this is amazing!"

Her only answer was a gracious smile as the two were quickly seated. Nonnie gawped curiously around, having never been in a restaurant fancier than the occasional McDonalds or Burger King.

Her blood sugar read a perfect 110.

Evan cocked his head at her. "What's that little device you keep looking at?" he questioned, passing her a menu.

"Oh, this?" Nonnie accepted it, blushing furiously. "I kinda have hypoglycemia, so I have to make sure my blood sugar doesn't get too low." She gave a small chuckle. "I kept getting it confused with hyperglycemia on the first day."

Evan gave a wan smile and moved in closer. "I really admire you," he softly declared. "To be able to handle such a thing with ease—you must be very strong."

"O-oh?" Nonnie squeaked, face hot and red as one of Romano's tomatoes. "I'm not that strong, really…"

Evan only smiled at her and smoothly moved back as the waitress came to take their orders. "We'll both have the filet mignon."

Filet mignon? Nonnie had no clue what it was, but the sound made her mouth water. She quickly took a sip of water, and nervously checked her blood sugar again.

"What's wrong?" Evan's silky voice cut through again.

Too close, TOO FRIGGIN' CLOSE…

"Oh, nothing…I just…I really don't have much experience in this, so if you could just…" Nonnie scooted a bit further from her date, nearly to the edge of the seat.

He didn't take the hint.

"Oh, I get it. You're warm. How about we eat outside?"

"I"—

"Waitress!" Evan was already rising from his seat. "My lady wishes to have a spot outside."

B-but I hate the cold…

"On the top balcony if you please."

Nonnie tried not to let out a small whine of disappointment. She'd wanted to stay in the cozy indoors. Nevertheless, she followed Evan up and up the stairs. And really, she thought, I should be grateful. I mean, I don't think I'll ever get a chance like this again.

…Unless Evan were to become her boyfriend…

Squashing down the mental squee, Nonnie quickly, if not a bit clumsily, sat down in the cold metal lump of a seat. She looked around, realizing that they were the only ones here. She shivered a little, and glanced up at Evan, whose face was calm, serene even, as he looked out over the blinking lights of the city. "Great view, isn't it?"

"Y-yeah," Nonnie rubbed the goose bumps on her arms away. "Lovely. Listen, Evan—"

'The stars are really pretty tonight. They remind me of you."

"Really…" Nonnie felt like melting again as she stared wanly up at the glowing pinpricks of light scattered across the dark blanket.

And Nonnie kept staring at the beautiful stars as she fell through the air softly, her frilly pink camisole spreading around her like a blossom, her cheeks flushed.

And then they grabbed her.

Evan watched from above, face stony. Then he took out his walkie-talkie, and muttered, "Subject has been captured. Report to Father's headquarters."