Thirty Days of EngLiech - Day I

I - Holding Hands

It was another boring day at a World Meeting and England was sat next to Liechtenstein, America was too busy nattering on about his latest idea where a superhero was the solution to what ever problem there was.  England had a crossword under the table that he was working on, he'd cut it from a local paper and taped it to a page in his note pad so it would appear as if he were writing notes, the wire spine visible from the top of the oak table, he was tapping his chin in thought though, he was stuck on a word, the clue was 'inclined or disposed to love' one across.  He counted the boxes for each letter, there were eleven.  Glancing over at him Liechtenstein could see he was thinking about something, his dark bushy eyebrows were knitted in a thoughtful frown.  As she was only to the right of him she had full view of his crossword puzzle.  She let out a soft but silent giggle as she wrote out a little message and when America wasn't looking she tapped the Englishman's arm.  Flicking his bright forest green eyes up at the chin-wagging American thinking he was being told to pay attention, realising that wasn't the case he then looked to Liechtenstein and smiled the corners of his lips turning up but only subtly in understated friendliness.  She held out a little scrap of paper and in well formed, and spiralling lettering was a message saying "It's 'Amorousness'" England looked to the note, then to his crossword, he nodded and his smile widened a fraction as he wrote in the word suggested to him.  Then he wrote a note in equally elaborate script "Thank you" and held it out to her.  Liechtenstein smiled back at him her ocean eyes flicking between England and America just incase he looked their way, and held out her hand, this time it was empty.  Putting down the thank you note he took her hand gently, it was so small, dainty and soft in his much larger, corded and slightly calloused hand.  Though above everything their hands were warm, long fingers lacing together as they both shared a look with small smiles eyes meeting for only a few seconds like there were some unwritten dialogue being shared as they both switched their gazes back to America who was still enthusiastically talking about superheroes.  The intertwined hands just below the table, in the gentle but firm grip of the other, England's thumb gently stroking over Liechtenstein's delicate index finger.  To anyone they weren't doing anything, it was their little secret, hiding just under the wooden table.