United Kingdom

It was a quiet afternoon when there was a knock at your door. You didn't need to look out the window to know who it was. Again.

When you opened the door, you found UK, impeccably dressed as always, holding a bouquet of flowers and a small gift box. It was one of his many attempts to win you over, though they had all ended the same way: with rejection.

And yet, the guy never gave up.

UK smiled at you with his characteristic elegance and held out the bouquet.

UK: Hello, Argentina. I thought these flowers would suit you...

He chuckled softly, as if nothing had happened, and then brought the box closer to you as well.

UK: And before you shut the door on me, at least accept the gift. I don't expect you to change your mind right now... I just wanted to see you again.

Her smile remained kind, as if she were completely unaware of the resentment that still existed between you.

UK: So... can I come in?