England: AMERICA, YOU BLOODY GIT! IF YOU'RE PLANNING TO DO ANYTHING TO ME BEFORE MIDNIGHT STRIKES, I'LL-

Eugene: Dude! I'm not America, ok? *peeks out from random bush* Besides, I don't even look like him (duh)!

England: Oh.. so you're here. *mutters "Bloody hell…* -.- What could you possibly want this time?

Eugene: I'm just wondering.. you know anything about "British charm" or something? I'm curious..

England: Ah, British charm, you ask? *smirks* Well now, shall I show it to you?

Eugene: Um.. *blushes* maybe, but since I'll be doing a poem about this. This will be a New Year's Eve poem/one-shot and a birthday present for Obsessive-Fan Number 1, also known as Rin in here. This poem will be about what people call "British charm".. that's the first time I'd ever wrote it so yeah…. YOU CAN USE IT IN CASE YOU'RE KISSING YOUR DATE ON A NEW YEAR THOUGH! ONWARD WITH THE POEM! ENGLAND'S BRITISH CHARM!

I see you blush

with a pinkish colour so lush,

as I say your name in my usual British accent,

my voice lingering on you, longer than your scent.

I place my hand on your shoulder,

surprising you with my presence when you're about to wonder

off, away from me,

do you see?

I hear your heart beating faster and harder,

as I'm by your side, innocently questioning you what was the matter.

I feel your body heating up

as I let my lips settle on the back of your neck as I ask you, "Something wrong, love?".

I smile at you

when you tried to say no but saw that you were trying to hide your feelings at the same time, too.

I would just tell you, "How so? This is my British charm.",

a quality that we Brits have, the kind that will end up with seeing you unarm

your senses without notice

in fire or ice.

Then I would kiss you with such passion and determination,

Leaving us floored but still having you in my arms, protection by the nation,

me, England,

also known as the United Kingdom of Britain and Northern Ireland,

and embracing your body so warm,

but could never face my British charm.

Eugene: Oh… wow. Honestly, it looked different than the way I expected but I think it's ok… by the way, England, I'll have to kiss you on the cheek for that.

England: WHAT? O.O Whatever makes you think of such-

Eugene: *kisses England on cheek* That's for good luck on New Year's Eve; which you'll need because there's a lot of fangirls waitin' for ya… and I bet they'll want to kiss you.

Random fangirls (and Rin, of course): KYAH~! THERE HE IS! IT'S ENGLAND~! :D

England: Oh, bugger… O.O *runs off in lightning speed*

Eugene: LOL.. he didn't see that coming. XD Anyway, I wish you all a Happy New Year for 2012! WE'LL MISS YOU, 2011! Peace!