Unexpected love

Chapter 26: Roses

                                              Monte Carlo's POV

     "Where are you Alaska? I've been here for half an hour..." I asked, brushing my hair back behind my ear.

     "I'll be there soon, okay? Just chill, I swear I'm right near you." She told me.

     "Yeah but you said that 20- Hello? Alaska?" I looked at my phone to find she hung up. I sighed and slipped my phone into my jeans pocket. I was waiting for Alaska in the garden behind the conference building. It wasn't so big, just hedges and stone benches with a few flowers here and there. It had been a few days since my huge break down at the world summit. Alaska advised me to leave England alone, and I was scared the next time I would see him would be the time he would break my heart.

     It was only 10 more minutes that Alaska turned the corner of the hedge I was unable to see past.

     "Finally! Did America need you to inspect the scale since he can't believe how fat he is?" I asked, laughing nervously as I stood to meet her. I saw something in her hands. "What's with the rose?" I tilted my head to the side. She said nothing to me, only hugged me, patting my back. "Uh... Are you okay?" I asked, a little concerned.

     She pulled away and smiled to me, handing me the rose. Still being silent, she moved past me and stood a few feet behind me. "What's going on?" I asked, about to question her more when my two brothers came from behind the same hedge she had. Italy hugged me tight enough to pop my back in a few places, and Romano hugged the both of us. "No, seriously guys... I'm getting scared." I said as the let me go and handed me their roses and going to stand  near Alaska.

     After minutes of countries, mainly Axis and Ally, coming from the hedge, I had a circle around me, the different men and one woman staring at me from all sides. In my hands, I held less than a dozen roses, all red, all looking as if they were freshly picked as soon as they were fully matured. Nothing happened, I just stood there, looking at all of them, counting. France... America... Russia... China... Japan... Alaska...

     I waited for what would happen, holding my tongue since no one would tell me anyway.

     "You see those roses you've got in your hands?" I looked up to see England, moving toward me, rounding the corner of that same hedge. He held his hands behind his back, eyes on my face. "Count every single one." He ordered, cutting through the circle of countries and standing before me.

     "There are nine, right? One for everyone in the circle?" I asked, not breaking the stare.

     "Indeed, there is nine. And this makes ten." He pulled one from behind him,  laying it on the pile. Something was different about this one, the petals were red, and transparent, not to mention all shiny. It was plastic. "You see, my dear..." He brought my attention back to him. "Once every single rose parishes, my love for you will also die." He told me, smiling at my confused look.

     "So... In about a week?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

     "Every one. Even this one." He picked up the plastic rose and let me get a look at it.

     "It's... never going to die, though. It can be buried, but even then, it won't..." I looked at him, eyes widening. "E-England... do you really mean that...?" I asked, suddenly realizing what he was saying.

     He could only smirk and clear his throat. "We've been through so much... I captured you... You escaped... You put up with my ignorance while we dated, even a few cold shoulders... I've never been about to truly let someone in the way I have you... I need to ask you this one question..." The Brit took my free hand and knelled onto one knee, and my eyes got big, watery. "Jessica... Will you become my wife...?" He asked, letting go of my hand and pulling a little blue velvet box from his slack's pocket and opening it to reveal a beautiful white gold and clear diamond cut in the shape of a heart.

     My eyes kept flashing from the man proposing to me to the ring he was proposing with. I couldn't say anything, my throat was tightening with joy.

     "Dude! I think you broke her!" America shouted from his place. "A yes or a no would do, dudette! Even just a nod! Something!"

     I swallowed hard. "Yes..." I whispered.

     "Beg your pardon?" He asked, standing.

     "Yes!!! Yes, I'll marry you, Arthur!" I cried louder, jumping on him and holding his jacket tight in my hands.

     "I love you, Jessica..." He whispered, hugging my as tight as I was hugging him.

     "I love you too... One question though."

     "Yes?"

     "How did you find out my person name?"