As a way to thank Germany for letting you train with him you invited him over. You volunteer to give him a tour of the best places in your country. Who knows this country better then you anyway.
"It's not a date. It's not a date."
You dressed in casual clothes, which was (favorite outfit). You put light make up on and as always your hair pulled back and your hair clip with the German flag on it hold back the stray pieces out of your face. The door bell rang and you rushed down to answer it. You blush slightly seeing the strong German at your door.
"Hi Germany."
"Gut morgen."
"Come in I'm almost ready. I just have to grab my purse." You left Germany standing outside the living while you ran up to your room. You grab your (favorite color) purse and ran back. You found Germany standing in the living room looking at a picture in the fireplace mantle. You smile sadly at the picture. The picture was of you and another child a boy. You gently touch Germany's arm to get his attention.
"You ready."
"Ja."
You walked out with Germany by your side.
"This is not a date."
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