Meet me halfway

Because he was surprised, England fell all the way in, giving a yelp. He laughed as he surfaced, "You're a devious little girl, aren't you?" He teased, a grin appearing on his face. "And I must say that I quite like it, love." He laughed again, and dunked her under, as he spoke.

England laughed, managing to wiggle her around to his back, "If you wanted a free ride, you might have just asked!" He teased, before falling over on purpose, so he could get her under water all over again. "I have no problem dunking a lady!"

"And I have no qualms do the same to a man!"[[..._...]] She shifted, manuevering to free herself from his grasp, and fell back into the water. She didn't resurface immediately. Instead, she sweeped her leg around to hit his. She'd jump on him once he fell down. See how he likes that.

He quickly flipped them over, trying his best not to hurt her as he went and dunked her under again, making sure to give her enough time to get a good breath of air before she went under. "Yes, well, good thing I'm stronger love. Your ferocity surely would have killed me by now if not." He teased, laughing.

England laughed, getting out of the water before leaning over to help her out, holding his hand out for her to take, "Don't worry." His eyes and smile were warm and sincere, "I won't get you wet again." He chuckles and says, "If you'd like, we can go to my hotel quickly and grab one of my jackets for you. You're right. It's going to be chilly tonight and you'll be cold without one. Unless you want to end up spending the night with me-- which I'm not sure we're ready for yet-- I suggest we get you one. Or I could buy you a new one..." He suggested, still smiling as he debated which would be better.

England laughed, shaking his head, "I refuse to let you buy me one. I'll tell you what: I'll buy myself a new one and you can borrow mine. Alright?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her, "That should work, right?" He chuckled to himself and held out a hand for her to take, "Shall we walk to my hotel before continuing?" He wondered out loud, hoping she would provide the answer. "I'd hate to see either of us end up sick over a little fun."

"It's just through town." He explained, "Come on, we'll go ow so we can avoid it later." He smiles and leads her to his hotel. Once they're in his hotel room, he hands her his sweat shirt, "You can shower if you want. Just leave your clothes outside the door and I'll dry them for you." He offered, wanting to be sure she didn't get sick.

"I insist." England said softly, a warm smile lighting his features, "After all, it's my fault we're in this mess in the first place, no?" He chuckled, shaking his head at himself, "Don't worry, I think it'll work out better this way. Don't you?" He watched to see her reaction, hoping she wouldn't think he was trying to pull something over on her, because his intentions are pure, "If you're worried about me trying something, I think the women's locker room downstairs has some showers..." He trialed off.

"Ah, yes, there are." He smiled at her, not noticing her lack of adjectives to describe his strong points, "Just leave your clothes outside the door when you've disrobed and I'll dry them. I'll leave them by the door, alright?" He asked softly, not wanting to give her a reason to dislike him. I... I hope she's enjoying herself... He sighed softly, unsure of what he could do to help the situation. He couldn't manage to think of anything that could help though.

She excused herself quickly and went into the bathroom. She didn't lock the door yet, though...opening the door a creak, and hiding behind the door, she set the clothes down gently and locked the door. [[ I had not foreseen this coming. So I dunno what to write.] "Thanks," she said again, through the door.

We can skip ahead if you'd so like...

England smiled and took the clothes she left by the door after she'd undressed. He quickly changed himself and threw their laundry into the drier that the hotel had provided them. He waited patiently for Beijing to finish, leaving her clothes by the door-- along with his sweatshirt-- after they were properly dry and suitable for wearing.

England was sitting on the bed, reading a book he'd brought with him to read before bed that night. He looked up when she came out and gave a somewhat shy smile, "Feelings better now that you're not all wet Miss Beijing?" He asked, ever the gentleman. "I hope I didn't inconvenience you too much... I was caught up in a bit of fun." His eyes crinkled in the corners as he smiled.

England threw his head back an laughed. He laughed harder than he had in a long time, saying to the Asian girl, "Well aren't you mischievousness?" He calmed himself slightly, a sweet smile still playing on his lips and amusement dancing in his emerald green eyes. He reached a hand out, "You look far better in that sweatshirt than I do love. Shall we go?" He questions, a warm flush on his cheeks from laughing so hard.

"Much better than I do, as I previously stated." He thought over her other statement, "I suppose I do still have a bit of mischief left..." He paused, looking up thoughtfully as he stood up with a little of her help, not dropping her hand, "I don't know how..."

"Like I said, it's a hard aspect to do away with completely...I probably didn't strike you as a mischevious person at first, but then, you didn't strike me as one either." ((I just realized she's being less and less formal with England. I guess that means she's comfortable with him. You know you have her complete trust and closeness when she adresses you without a 'Master' or 'England'...just first name ]] She started to swing her hands a little but stopped. They were still holding hands. "Erm," with her free hand, she brushed aside a few strands of hair away from her face. "Did you want to sit here and talk or do you want to go back out again? I'm fine with either, really. But if we do go out...I'd like for you to decide what we do this time."