Arthur drove up to the fancy French restaurant. Even though they were mortal enemies, he was still invited over for a formal birthday party in France's most expensive and biggest place. As he walked through the large, gold-embroidered doors, he was escorted to the ballroom, were there was live classical music, a beautiful chandelier over the dance floor, and waiters serving French cuisine.There were many people in formal attire. Women in flowing ballgowns and the men in suits. He scanned the room, looking for an empty table, away from that American brat and that stupid French bastard. Speaking of the flirtatious twat, here he comes now.
"Ah, Angelterre~. I see you have come to my party."
"Yeah, yeah. Happy Birthday, you idiot."
"So, what do you think of this place, hm? Simply magnifique, no?"
The brit just rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. Simply classy. Now, can you please get your arm off me, so I can get to the damn table?"
The french man did as he was told, and England scoffed and angrily walked to his table. It was near the musicians. He looked at them for a while, trying to get his mind off from that french wanker. He listened to the arrange of classical music. Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, beautiful. Suddenly, something caught England's eye. There, across the room, was a beautiful young lady playing the violin. She had (h/l), (h/s), (h/c) hair, and the most beautiful (e/c) eyes England has ever seen. She was wearing a little black dress, that made her seem like she didn't need anything fancy to make her beautiful. He was simply put in a trance the way she sat up straight, smiling away as she moved her arm across the instrument. He was simply starstruck. She apparently saw him, and looked at him briefly, giving a quick smile while playing. He blushed and looked away. He fell for her. It was love at first sight.
:::LE TIMESKIP...OF AWESOME:::
The guests were dismissed. One by one, they walked out of the doors. England was just grabbing his coat, on his way to leave. He took another glance at that girl, packing away her violin into her case. Just then, France came up to her. This made England furious. He was just going to talk to her! He walked over to them, catching another smile from that girl.
"Ah, Arthur. Just who I wanted to see. This is ________ _________. She is that girl who was playing the violin at the party. She is also one of my friends."
You simply waved back at him.
"W-What's wrong with her? Can't she speak?"
France simply shook his head.
"She is mute."
He was startled by his response.
"Well, can't she hear us then?"
"Non, mon ami. She is deaf as well."
England took another look at you, surprised. All you did was stare. S-She's deaf? ...And mute? But how could she play such wonderful music? Arthur turned his head to the french man.
"How can you talk to her if she can't hear you at all?"
"You simply use sign language, Angelterre."
I knew that. England thought for a bit and then spoke to France.
"Can you ask her if she could give me her number?"
"Ohohohohon~. My, my Angelterre. I see you've taken a liking to her, no?"
"N-No I haven't...C-Can you just ask for the bloody number?"
Francis just smirked in return. He made some hand gestures, translating what England just said so you could understand. You looked at him and blushed, but quickly signed something back. France nodded his head and took out some paper and a pen. You took the stationary and wrote down your number and gave it to the bushy-browed Brit and smiled. Britain nodded as a sign of thanks and quickly bowed, turning away, walking quickly out of the doors. As he got into his car, he wondered all about you. How did she become deaf in the first place? How does she know she is mute? ...HOW THE BLOODY HELL DID SHE HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH THAT FROG?! He stopped his thoughts as he pulled up into his driveway. I wonder if I'll ever even see her again. He looked at the paper in his pocket. It had your number on it. It read: I hope we can meet again! He smiled. Maybe...someday, ________. Hopefully soon.