She's A Lady [Chaya/Leah]

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK SINCE YOU LOOKED AT ME

COCKED YOUR HEAD TO THE SIDE AND SAID I'M ANGRY
FIVE DAYS SINCE YOU LAUGHED AT ME SAYING

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Usually Alfred didn't take dates this seriously.

Oh, he cared about what he looked like. He cared about making a good impression. But honestly? Most of the dates he'd been on were with humans. As much as he impressed them, he was going to outlive them anyway. It was hard enough that he got attached to every single boss he'd had over the past two hundred something years only to lose all of them eventually. He'd learned to keep romantic interaction at an arm's length when it came to humans. It would only end in hurt, and Alfred already had enough on his chest.

With her, though, it was different. For one, she wasn't human. She, too, was a nation, and one that he was on a very close personal acquaintance with. Alfred still wasn't sure if pursuing any sort of true romance was a good idea, but if he was willing to give this a shot with anyone, it would be her.

And so Alfred had spent the last half an hour or so in the mirror trying to tame the wilderness of Nantucket. Thus far, his attempts had been in vain. He hadn't expected much else, but it was still frustrating, especially since having smooth hair would probably make a better impression than having that one stray hair sticking up all of the time. Sure, it was signature him, but...it still looked damn goofy when you were going out on a date!

During one of his attempts to smooth it out with a brush and gel combo, he yanked...only to find that the brush was stuck. "Oh for the love of..."

[/color] He grumbled in frustration as he tried to wrestle the brush out of his hair. The blond exited the bathroom, still messing around. Chaya wasn't due to show up for another twenty minutes or so, so he had plenty of time to pursue this battle. The battle of Nantucket. Yes. That had a nice ring to it. Despite the annoyance, Alfred was grinning as he took his first step out of the bathroom...a grin that dropped abruptly at what he saw waiting for him in the main room of the dormitory.

...what in the name of Franklin Delano Roosevelt was she doing there already?

Alfred made a mental note to smack Cameron the next time he saw him.

"Israel! H-Hey! I wasn't expecting you so early! I...I'll be right back!"[/color] Alfred darted back into the bathroom at once. After all the effort he was going through to get himself to look nice, she'd seen him with a brush stuck in a tangled mess atop his head, his glasses knocked askew on his face from the struggle, and, the piece de resistance, wearing nothing but American flag boxers.

...oh yes. He sure made a suave impression there.

When Alfred finally emerged from the bathroom five minutes later, he looked an entirely different picture. He was wearing a suit and tie, his glasses were straight, and his hair actually did look nice, even though, judging by the trademark hair sticking out near the front of his head, he'd conceded defeat in the Battle of Nantucket.

"So...have anything in mind?"[/color] Alfred asked with a grin, hoping that he'd managed to cover up the nervousness in his voice sufficiently enough.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/SIZE][/font]
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: One Week by Barenaked Ladies
WORD COUNT: 581
TAG: Chaya/Leah
NOTES: Right now it's in their dorm, but I figure eventually it'll move to a surrounding town...hence why the thread's here.[/color][/font]
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[Chaya Aliyah Yedidyah]

PLEASE PLEASE SAY IT, SAY IT
i want to hear you say it

I NEED YOU TO TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME
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Never was dating a serious matter to Chaya.

She wasn't human or mortal (unless something happen to your country since she heard something about Italy talking about his Grandpa Rome; most likely the Roman Empire) and dating somebody was never an easy affair with them, so she didn't bother really unless counting the relationships of her bosses during the years and it was hard on her strenuous frame or emotions. To watched them age (while she stayed the same, mostly) and die; not the easiest to do with nations, so she didn't try to closer the gap between normal citizens and herself.

This was different; he was different. Like her, he was a nation. Like her, he didn't have serious romances. Like her, being with other nations was better to get along. Of course, it wasn't likely to her to feel like a normal person as she looked into the mirror in the bathroom. She wanted to have a good relationship. Was going with Alfred the right choice? She wanted to feel cherished and with him it would be nice to have a relationship. He was the only country currently not grimacing at her status yet he should really tell his boss to stop messing with hers.

She liked to feel cherished and respected...

So, when Al struggled to ask her out, she jumped impulsively and said 'yes' and here she was fixing her headband to look nice against her reddish hair. It was Netanya like Alfred's glasses was Texas. She sometimes wrapped it around her hair when wearing a ponytail yet the two straps of locks which are always hanging loose of her plaid, so she just leave it as is and went outside after she straighten her outfit; a nice modesty yet sexy blouse and skirt, white and blue unlike her signature uniform, but this was a date.

Arms covered until a few inches away from her wrists and wearing a nice gold necklace about her neck, and skirt length until an inch below the knees. The skirt flared out so if she wanted she could sit down with skirts flowering about her like petals.

She was nervous and excited and a bit out of her mind with concerns, but she will do this. She wanted this! She went out of her dormitory and went over to Alfred's dorm before she freak herself out. She glanced at her watch and realized she was early, but decided if he wasn't ready she could wait and knocked the door; which cause the ajar door, which she didn't notice before, to open. He must had leave it like that and walked in slowly.

It was a nice dorm as she sat at a bed since she could hear somebody moving in the bathroom. He must be finished up, so when she heard him coming out and look up she wasn't expecting him with just American flag boxer shorts, so she blushed and didn't really noticed the whole brush sticking out of his head or the glasses off-hitched. She had quickly look away as he stated he will be right back.

"That's ok! I, erm, I will just wait here," she forced out of her perplexed state. She shouldn't be gaze by his looks as she faced worse, but she was thinking of him as a potienal boyfriend which was different.

When he finally emerged... He looked great and handsome. Suit and tie dressed up formal, and she was glad for the blouse and skirt. He looked wonderful. She was breathless at him.

"You look great," Chaya finally complied herself to say. She went to stand and walked over to be next to him. "Very fine." She smiled.

"Hmm? I was thinking Chinese," she answered still grinning happily.

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Tags: Mandee as Alfred Jones
Words: 640
Notes: Sounds like a plan
Lyrics: ZUG ZUG ZUG by Neshama Carlebach
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TALK, TALK, YOU JUST KEEP TALKING - I CAN GO CRAZY
JUST SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME!!!

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK SINCE YOU LOOKED AT ME

COCKED YOUR HEAD TO THE SIDE AND SAID I'M ANGRY
FIVE DAYS SINCE YOU LAUGHED AT ME SAYING

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It was a bit of a surprise when he heard her suggest going out for Chinese. Israel liked Chinese food? Alfred made a mental note about that. Then again, cultural exchange had brought about a lot of varied diets around the world. So perhaps it shouldn't have been that large of a surprise after all.

"Chinese sounds good to me! Let's go...actually wait just a moment."

[/color] Alfred went into another room, quickly shoving something small into the pocket of his suit before heading back into the room where he left Chaya with a smile on his face, smoothing his suit out. "Alright, now we can go."[/color] He opened the door to the dormitory that he shared with Cameron, waiting for Chaya to exit after him before locking the door. What he'd grabbed was a pocket-sized English to Hebrew dictionary, and he wanted to impress her by using Hebrew words and phrases. He wasn't going to let his lack of knowledge of any Hebrew stop him! However, he didn't exactly want Chaya to see that he needed help from a dictionary.

"Chickety China, the Chinese chicken, you have a drumstick and your brain stops ticking."[/color] He couldn't help but sing in his excitement as they started down the hall. The carefree reverie was short lived, however. Alfred usually had no problem just going with the flow when it came to dates, but Israel was different. How would she react if he tried to hold her hand? Would she snatch it back? Would she enjoy it? Why the hell was he worrying so much? She was just another girl...

Alfred relaxed a little when the duo reached his car, though he did feel a touch of regret for not reaching out and grabbing her hand. Not like he could do too much about that now, though. Alfred climbed into the driver's seat of a relatively clean car. Other than a McDonald's cup of an unknown age left sitting in the cup holder (an oversight on Alfred's part), the cabin of the car was mostly free of clutter. So long as Chaya didn't open the trunk to the mound of garbage he'd thrown back there, he would be good. He smiled as he waited for Chaya to climb into the passenger seat, then proceeded to start the car.

"You can play around with the radio if you want, Israel."[/color] Alfred told her with a small smile as he put the car into reverse and backed out of the parking spot. There was relatively silence for another moment or so, until the car hit the first traffic light outside of the parking area. At this point, Alfred looked over at Chaya with a quizzical expression on his face.

"What name do you want me to call you by?"[/color] This seemed like a rather important question to get out of the way first thing. He didn't want to keep calling her Israel if she preferred to be called by her human name, for example. On the flip side, he didn't want to insult her by calling her Chaya when her nation name would suffice. So where did she stand on this issue? He personally didn't care which name people used for him, and so often used names interchangeably when he could. However, it was important to know what she thought. The last thing he wanted to do was inadvertently insult Israel on his first date with her. That wouldn't be a very good thing at all. The light turned green and he started driving down the road again as he waited for her answer.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: One Week by Barenaked Ladies
WORD COUNT: 628
TAG: Chaya/Leah
NOTES: The Chinese chicken line is actually from the song used for in the template. =P[/color][/font]
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[Chaya Aliyah Yedidyah]

PLEASE PLEASE SAY IT, SAY IT
i want to hear you say it

I NEED YOU TO TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME
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Israel loved foods of all sizes and shapes, especially since there are now altered with some popular and fascinating ones like Chinese, Mexican, Japanese, and other gourmets around the world, so she would like Chinese. Her favorite dishes are Mai Fun, Chow Fun, Lo Main, Chow Main, etc etc. She loves them! She enjoyed Sushi since most restaurants and supermarkets now had them. Most kosher shops and restaurants had a sushi bar on the side. In New York state only there were plenty; in the Five Towns there were many be they meat, dairy, or parve, they have it.

Chaya tilted her head in curiosity at his quick retreating back as he ventured to her to wait. Probably forgotten something, she pondered intriguingly at what he was transpiring. She walked over to a table and notice somebody smokes (most likely his roommate) as there was a box of cigarettes on it and a few books and comics (any manga? she didn't know, but she did enjoy it) laying haggardly
on the side. She was about to pick up a likely story when America return all smug up and smiling. She couldn't help to smile back at his beaming visage.

"You been hours, what took you," she teased him with a wide silly grin of exquisite gladness as she followed him out of his dormitory and a few minutes later at his car. She grinned at his playfulness when he sang something from Barenaked Ladies she believe. Now what was the song to the lyrics, she thought to herself as she was lead to his car.

She was wondering if he would touch her hand or something to show affection. How would she react to his daring approach? She shouldn't have to worry all those years ago on date of the Pearl Harbor attack by Japan he offered a soothing hand while he was just injured. She had been so worried, stiffening to his touch at first then relaxing with ease. Her back had really hurt as the Holocaust scar was there upon almost all of it.

She shrugged astray the painful recollection and was getting into his car. "OH! One Week!" she suddenly remembered the name to the song and praised herself softly before realizing she spoke out loud, turning a rose color to her face at seeing him glancing at her. "The song you were singing," she quickly responded and soon came to the recognition that he was telling about her name; which one she would rather go by? Good question to inquiring to her.

"I never really worry about that before," she begun with her explanation as she looked solemn to that question. "Humans or mortals that know me go by my given name. It was the first name I was known by since Abraham didn't know what to call his nation, but knew I was the embodiment of life for it. Wasn't until Yakov or Jacob had been rename Israel that he knew it was my name." She paused to give a giggle. "It was quite nice for them to finally realize my name. My bosses called me by both and other countries with Israel, so I don't really know if you should change it or not. I love both of my names, and are proud of them." She sat up proudly at her declaration and looked at him. "Go with what feels right," she winked teasingly ans flirtatiously; though secretly she would love to heard him call her 'Chaya' as it made her feel noticeable.

Also she should really remind him to go to a kosher Chinese restaurant; they didn't want a repeat of what happen on their first outing together. She thought how best to remind him. "You remember our first outside meal," yes there was an emphasis to it that hinted what she meant.

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Tags: Mandee as Alfred Jones
Words: 647
Notes: fingers cross for no misunderstandings
Lyrics: ZUG ZUG ZUG by Neshama Carlebach
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TALK, TALK, YOU JUST KEEP TALKING - I CAN GO CRAZY
JUST SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME!!!

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK SINCE YOU LOOKED AT ME

COCKED YOUR HEAD TO THE SIDE AND SAID I'M ANGRY
FIVE DAYS SINCE YOU LAUGHED AT ME SAYING

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Alfred enjoyed a wide variety of foods as well. In fact, the only food that he really didn't enjoy was England's cooking. He was pretty sure that the old man's scones could probably be used as a weapon...

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Israel's tease. "You tell time a lot differently in your country then."

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Alfred looked over at Chaya in confusion as she blurted out 'One Week'. It wasn't until she explained what she meant that he laughed. "Thought it was fitting. Though I guess probably not the best song to listen to when you're about to eat Chinese food."[/color] He blanched a little at the thought. Alright, so maybe he'd lay off the chicken for tonight.

Alfred was surprised to hear that Chaya went by Chaya more often than she went by Israel. Both of his names had been used interchangeably during his childhood. Before he knew what he was, he went by the name the first family who adopted him called him by - Alfred Jones. After meeting England, however, it solely depended on whose presence he was in. Around humans he was still Alfred, but around England he was America. As time passed, that was his primary address by most of the other nations. Thus, Alfred was fairly used to both names.

"I'll call you Chaya then."[/color] Alfred decided to test out the name. He was actually fairly certain he'd never called Israel by her human name when they were alone before. In front of humans was an entirely different story - They couldn't very well use their nation names in front of that cab driver in 1948, after all - but alone? This was different. "And you can call me Alfred."[/color] He was pretty sure she'd never called him Alfred alone either...this would take some getting used to!

Alfred blinked in confusion at her next statement. "Course I do. What does that have to do with anything?"[/color] What did that have to do with anything? They'd gone to a burger place in 1948, Israel had enjoyed it...oh crap.

"Kosher! It needs to be kosher!"[/color] Well, at least he understood what she was getting at. Now, he just needed to remember what qualified as kosher.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: One Week by Barenaked Ladies
WORD COUNT: 410
TAG: Chaya/Leah
NOTES: I like these two, lol.[/color][/font]
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GET THAT TOGETHER COME BACK AND SEE ME

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[Chaya Aliyah Yedidyah]

PLEASE PLEASE SAY IT, SAY IT
i want to hear you say it

I NEED YOU TO TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME
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American loved all types of food, but America probably didn't go after British scones. She was pretty sure he didn't like them one bit and don't even touch the stuff if he ever does.

Chaya chuckled at his response. "Well, I'll tell you what a Jewish minute means later," she giggled. A Jewish minute was actually several minutes, but it's only like that because weddings for them are often running late, so if you get an invite saying five o'clock you don't have to worry until it's around five thirteen or so unless you are in the marriage party then be early even if it's all right to come in at five o'five or five ten, however Israeli time was a bit different but that was for next time.

Chaya grinned at him when he explain why he was singing that song and those partial lines from it, but then she nibbled her lip as she saw his face transform into a paler image. "You okay?" She inquired with concern until he said he was going to lay off the chicken. "I'll make sure you do then." She adamant stated and patted his leg at the knee in comfort.

Chaya was a bit weird and strange at times she knew, but so were other countries so it shouldn't be a surprise that she had her own uniqueness. She was often called both Israel and Chaya, and also Jerusalem since to speak of what is home to all Jews it was often Jerusalem. Oh! And Zion. The land of Zion and Jerusalem was right in the national anthem of Israel. She had plenty of names and mispronounces were made at times too: Plenty of nicknames too.

She beamed happily with a glow of radiant desire and joy with him deciding on 'Chaya' to call her. She felt glad by it. She nodded when he told her what he wanted to be call. "Alfred," she sounded like she was breathing it in deeply within her.

Chaya was glad he remember and she saw him pondering what a good place to go or maybe he was trying to remember what was kosher. "There's a good place about three blocks down." She informed him.

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Tags: Mandee as Alfred Jones
Words: 386
Notes: I found lyrics. I use the English translation of it. Click here for rest of the lyrics, also in transliterate Hebrew
Lyrics: ZUG ZUG ZUG by Neshama Carlebach
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TALK, TALK, YOU JUST KEEP TALKING - I CAN GO CRAZY
JUST SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME!!!

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK SINCE YOU LOOKED AT ME

COCKED YOUR HEAD TO THE SIDE AND SAID I'M ANGRY
FIVE DAYS SINCE YOU LAUGHED AT ME SAYING

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"A Jewish minute? Isn't a minute a minute pretty much everywhere you go?"

[/color] This statement confused him, but he was sure that Israel would answer it in due time. She usually did. At least she did a good job of putting up with all of his questions!

Alfred snorted at Israel's reaction to his blanching. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just don't think I'll be eating chicken tonight."[/color] That didn't mean that he wasn't going to eat though. Alfred had a voracious appetite, not aided in the least by the fact that he was a nation and therefore not bound by a normal human appetite.. Because of what he was, he never actually felt full. Yet he still had taste buds, and could still enjoy the taste of food. This meant that he often ordered far more food than was considered normal for humans. It earned him weird looks at times, but he'd grown used to it. They might raise their eyebrows at the fact that he could plow down 10 Big Macs and still have dessert, but they could just deal with it.

It didn't seem altogether strange when Israel called him by his human name, likely because he'd heard her use it before. They didn't have much of a choice in front of humans. Alone, though? That was a little different, though fortunately he was pretty sure they would both take it in stride.

Alfred was in fact trying to remember what was considered kosher, and therefore he was relieved when Chaya helped him on this front. He stopped at another traffic light before turning on his turn signal and turning in the direction that Chaya had pointed in.

Eventually he made it to the parking lot of the restaurant and pulled into a spot. "This the place?"[/color] He asked her, just to make sure he hadn't pulled into the wrong Chinese restaurant or anything.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: One Week by Barenaked Ladies
WORD COUNT: 410
TAG: Chaya/Leah
NOTES: I like these two, lol.[/color][/font]
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[Chaya Aliyah Yedidyah]

PLEASE PLEASE SAY IT, SAY IT
i want to hear you say it

I NEED YOU TO TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME
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"You would think that, huh, but it's quite different," Chaya smiled and shook her head in silliness, chuckling at the inside joke. It felt good to be herself without trying hard to stop herself from doing slip-ups or make a cover story to why she was here. Alfred knew her for the longest time and they both in turn saw the other grow up physically, so no hiding to do.

She reached a hand to pat his knee. "Poor baby," she whispered sympathetically. "I'll remind you about it when at restaurant, okay? No chicken, reminder for Alfred," she stated firmly and winked at him, teasing him a bit. She was relax and teasing yet concern for his stomach after all a man's stomach was the way to go into his heart or you can just bump when both of you were six year olds and stay in their lives for over hundreds of years. They liked respect and loyalties, so she was definitely in his heart yet he didn't say those three words, however she didn't either. She was nervous to tell him even on a date.

"Yes. This is the place," she squeezed his hand when she went to hold it in hers. "There's a non-kosher one nearby if you want to go for some cheeseburgers. I could get salad there. We can go afterwards," she informed him. "I don't mind. I want you to be happy and full," she kissed him when he pulls up to park the car.

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Tags: Mandee as Alfred Jones
Words: 255+
Notes: Same here. Sweet of her to offer, huh?
Lyrics: ZUG ZUG ZUG by Neshama Carlebach
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TALK, TALK, YOU JUST KEEP TALKING - I CAN GO CRAZY
JUST SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME!!!

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK SINCE YOU LOOKED AT ME

COCKED YOUR HEAD TO THE SIDE AND SAID I'M ANGRY
FIVE DAYS SINCE YOU LAUGHED AT ME SAYING

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"You would think that, huh, but it's quite different."

Alfred waited for the next part of Chaya's response. The part where she actually explained how a Jewish minute was different than a regular minute. He waited for about 60 seconds, before he realized that Chaya wasn't supplying him with an answer. So what did he do? He tried again, of course! "So what's the difference?"

[/color] Surely she'd answer him this time around.

His eyes drifted downward when Chaya went to pat his knee. He couldn't help but hope that her hand was drifting toward something else, but nope, only his knee. Ah well, he couldn't have everything, and besides, this was only the first date.

Not that that had stopped him before, but humans were different...

He wasn't really all that concerned about the chicken, but he'd probably still avoid it for this meal, just because. It wasn't like there weren't plenty of other things to eat at a Chinese restaurant anyway. So long as 'kosher' wasn't a synonym for 'bland' or 'liable to explode in your stomach' (i.e. England's cooking), he was pretty sure he'd be fine with whatever they had to offer. Food was food, and Alfred was not picky. Though there was no doubt that the quickest way to this particular nation's heart was a big juicy hamburger.

...and the fact that Israel knew this certainly increased her chances with him.

Oh, he definitely planned on eating at this restaurant with Israel, but offering to stop at a hamburger place afterward as well? How the hell could he turn it down?! "That sounds great! We'll eat here and then we can go there!"[/color] It didn't even occur to him that she might not have even meant to go to the restaurant on the same night. 'Afterward' had a variety of meanings, meaning anything from directly after eating Chinese or on their next date. Alfred, of course, took it to mean immediately afterward.

Though the full statement made him laugh. "I don't actually get full."[/color] He responded cheerfully. He wasn't entirely sure if it was just him, or if other nations were the same way, but he could never recall actually feeling "full" the way humans described. He'd felt content, to the point of no longer feeling hunger pangs, but full, to the point of feeling as though you'd eaten so much you could burst? It wasn't a sensation that Alfred could say that he'd ever experienced. Nor did he really want to. He'd just stop eating when something else caught his attention. Why should his enjoyment of his food be hampered by such pesky things as being full?

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: One Week by Barenaked Ladies
WORD COUNT: 461
TAG: Chaya/Leah
NOTES: The not getting full thing just came to me. o_0 I kinda like the idea, though, and would explain why he can eat so damn much. XD I also kinda like the idea that it's just him out of the nations who has that characteristic, cause it amuses me for some reason. =P[/color][/font]
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[Chaya Aliyah Yedidyah]

PLEASE PLEASE SAY IT, SAY IT
i want to hear you say it

I NEED YOU TO TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME
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Chaya would tell him, but likes to hold off to cliffhangers at times like what she was transgressing now which led to him voicing his question which made her smile. "So what's the difference?" He was very cute when he did, and she couldn't deny him the answer this time, so she replied, "It's base on the fact that most Jewish occasions: weddings, bar and bat mitzvahs; aren't on time, so naturally a Jewish minute could mean several minutes because of this," and laughed. He knew her too well.

She noticed Alfred's eyes darting to her hand on his knee. Was she doing something wrong? Didn't he want her hand there? Or was it something else? Like wanting her to go more up on his thigh like she did to check that damage from that hurricane. She blushed suddenly at the reveries of that day, and she did realize that they had fallen asleep on the couch together when they nuzzled close. Let's just say being waken up to their bosses looking down at them wasn't the most appealing way to be seen in their eyes. Luckily, they had been still clothed and that they didn't have a camera recording her seduction of him to have an ice pack on him.

Kosher food was just like regular food except the evidence of what was treif to be deleted from their diets, and depending on if you're Ashkenaz, Sefarad, or Mizrach division of Jews; but those were only the top three groups. Ashkenazi Jews are mostly made out of Central European, Sefaradic are Spanish and Portuguese base, and Mizrachi are more like Middle East and North Africa. So, Jewish food is very diversified, and Alfred would be surprise. Kosher Chinese is basically similar to Chinese food yet without the treif stuff, so it was quite safe for him to eat.

Seeing that America loves a good burger, she was on top of satisfying his stomach, which was the best bet to have him for her own.

She smiled at his enthusiasm for stopping at a burger place and slide her hand up a bit on his leg before fondling his thigh to knee for a small pat. "Glad you like that idea," she beamed at him. She thought at the whole not being full full, and it went back to all the times she seen him eat so much. "That explains a lot, but I was talking about at least sating your true food craving on that note. After all, I have seen you eat before," she inquired softly and smiled at him.

"Let's go out and get a nice table," she stated when they were parked and she took her seat belt off herself.

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Tags: Mandee as Alfred Jones
Words: 465
Notes: Finally!!! Yay! Just love them!!! -hugs Alfred and Chaya-
Lyrics: ZUG ZUG ZUG by Neshama Carlebach
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TALK, TALK, YOU JUST KEEP TALKING - I CAN GO CRAZY
JUST SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME!!!

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK SINCE YOU LOOKED AT ME

COCKED YOUR HEAD TO THE SIDE AND SAID I'M ANGRY
FIVE DAYS SINCE YOU LAUGHED AT ME SAYING

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Alfred listened to Chaya's explanation - Thankfully, she'd decided to provide him with one this time. He supposed that it made sense, and was similar to the phrase 'New York Minute', only in the opposite direction. Still a funny saying though if you asked him.

Contrary to any worry of Chaya's, she was not doing anything wrong at all. In fact, Alfred enjoyed having her hand on his knee. He just couldn't deny that he wouldn't mind more. But they'd see how that panned out after this date. It wasn't like they could do too much right now anyway. He was in the middle of driving, and being distracted from the road was never a good idea - Even if the party in question had been driving almost as far back as cars were around.

It seemed as though Chaya had caught on...or perhaps she just decided to take a risk on her own. Either way, when they reached the next stoplight, Alfred could feel Chaya's hand moving up against his thigh. His eyes trailed down once more as he bit on his lip, his heart rate increasing the slightest bit at this added touch. He looked at her with a grin to show that he enjoyed it. He would do a bit of exploring himself, but again, not a good idea to do while in the middle of driving.

Alfred just shrugged. "I like a lot of foods. I'll never say no to a burger, though."

[/color] That was perhaps a bit of an exaggeration. He might say no to a burger if he were in the middle of tossing his cookies, for example, but if someone offered him a burger, as Chaya had, how could he possibly say no? But that wasn't to say that he didn't want Chinese. Chinese food was pretty good too. No wonder Yao made a killing with his Chinatowns everywhere.

The young nation undid his seat belt as well, opening the driver's side door and climbing out. While he enjoyed leaping over the door to get into the car, it wasn't quite as fun when you were getting out of the car. Not to mention that one time Alfred tried to do a backflip out of his car he very nearly lost his footing. That was embarrassing. Heroes weren't supposed to lose their footing during awesome back flips. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself in front of Israel.

"Sure thing. Let's head in!"[/color] When Chaya came up to join him, Alfred slipped his hand into hers. Now that he'd received some positive signs that she was interested, he was ready to take the next step as well. Giving her hand a little squeeze as he held it in his, he started for the door. Soon, they were seated at a table within the restaurant, and Alfred was determined to blow Israel's mind. He slowly retrieved the pocket-sized Hebrew dictionary from it's hiding spot and flipped through, glancing down surreptitiously before quickly shoving it back in his pocket, hoping that she hadn't noticed anything odd.

"You're looking nava today."[/color] Alfred stated with a cheerful grin and a wink, raising the water that they were supplied with to his lips, hoping that his use of Hebrew would impress her. The only problem was, he wasn't sure if 'nava' was the correct use for beautiful. Oh well, at least he was trying? Hopefully he wasn't inadvertently insulting her or something.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: One Week by Barenaked Ladies
WORD COUNT: 461
TAG: Chaya/Leah
NOTES: I'm not actually sure either, which I thought worked out even better, lol.[/color][/font]
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