Thank you HeyLookItsArthur for editing my mistakes ^^' I hope there weren't to many.
Slowly the countries filtered into the meeting room, but America was already there head down in an uncharacteristic new jacket, giving off the same vibes as someone who's experienced first bad break-up (Note: we're talking ice cream fest, photo burning, crying your eyes out... type of thing) and they need to be alone.
So, automatically, France tried to spread the amour. "Qu'est-il arrivé? " He placed his hand on America's shoulder, "Mon amie, are you hurt? Can I hel-."
"Get off him, frog face! Can't you see he's upset! America are you alright?" England's voice softened real concern clouding his face.
"Go away." Just above a mumble America barely made any sense.
"Don't talk to me like that! I raised you for God's sake! Show me some respect!" America simply turned his head away mumbling something inaudible.
It was quiet for a moment before America finally took a deep breath "You can't laugh at me okay? This was not my idea." After another deep breath and he sat up. A collective gasp arose when he sat up. Taking it all in England could not help but smile. America's new jacket suddenly made sense it's maroon-red with black super-skin tight leather jeans and bulky half-size to big high top sneakers also maroon and black. His hair looked like a massive yellow porcupine and he was wearing, although sparingly, eye liner he looked pissed and annoyed enough to pull it off- minus the way he sat in his jeans like a bag of bones. "My supervisor said I dress like a weird old person and I now must wear whatever weird stuff American teens like."
America slouched lower as each country's reaction of scorn (or in Prussia's case total hysterical laughter) hit him."Boo!'' A white blur appeared in front of America, he flinched but managed not to scream. "Oh and how could I forget my supervisor is training me not to fear gho-err... returned spirits." A man in a black suit and shiney dark sunglasses walked in and stood behind America for the entire meeting. Occasionally taking notes or even correcting America's behavior. "Don't argue as much with England, avoid France, talk to uh...um Canada." America was on the brink. Everyone could tell exept for the man in the suit. He boldly and stupidly continued correcting America till finally one last ghost (returned spirit) popped up in the pissed nations face and he then proceeded to grab it-strangle it- and somehow crack the conference table in half. Once the smoke had cleared more men in black trotted into the room, and took America. Everyone sat there wide eye'd only England muttered. "Bloody ell..." The meeting was soon adjourned as no one could focus.
