This was absolutely horrible. Out of all the bad things that had happened, this was by far the worst. Arthur was once again high on sugar. This time though, it was much more serious. Arthur was on a sugar rush, at the World Meeting!

Alfred was panicking. How on earth was he going to explain this to the rest of the countries! How the hell was he going to keep control of Arthur while trying to pay attention to the rest of the meeting? What sort of crazy things would Arthur even try to do?

"Iggy, why must you do this to me! Don't you realize what you've done?" He asked England, who was licking the remaining drops of energy drink from the rim of the can.

"I want more..." Was all Arthur said, a dreamy look on his face.

Alfred wanted to scream, to rip all his hair out. Yesterday had been the busiest, hectic, most tiring day of his life. This was going to be even worse! Suddenly his phone beeped, so Alfred looked at it. He had received a text from Germany, telling all the nations that the break was over and that it was now time to return to the meeting room.

"Oh crap.." Alfred muttered, his mind spinning. How was he going to explain to the others? After thinking for a moment, Alfred came to a conclusion. There was only one other country that had experience with dealing with a sugar high Arthur. Francis Bonnefoy.

Quickly dialing France's number, he silently hoped that the Frenchman had not made it back to the meeting room. If he remembered right, France had been going down the street to a little restaurant with Prussia and Spain. France had to help him! After all, he did end up helping out yesterday, when Arthur was on the sugar rush before this.

"Bonjour, what is it Alfred?" France answered the phone.

"Um...could you come help me with something. I'm at the bottom floor of the Meeting Building, in the small cafe here." Alfred responded quickly.

"What? Amerique, what on earth is the problem?" Francis asked. "Were supposed to be going back to the meeting."

"I'll explain when you get here." Alfred said. "Please Francis, it's an emergency. You'll see when you get here.'"

Luckily Francis agreed, and told Alfred that he would be there in a few minutes. Alfred sighed in relief before hanging up his phone. He then turned his attention to Arthur and gasped. The Englishman was taking all of the soda bottles the cafe's fridge and throwing them onto the floor!

"No Artie! Don't do that!" He yelled, running over and trying to stop the crazy Brit. One of the workers from the cafe stormed over in a fury. He was a bald man with thin lips.

"Somebody better be paying for all of this!" The worker yelled, indicating to all the spilled soda. Arthur didn't even seem to hear him, still trying to escape Alfred's grip to continue with his...soda throwing game.

"The Sodas are evil! They told me to do it!" He screamed.

"Er..sorry about him. Don't worry man, I'll pay for it." Alfred said to the worker, ignoring Arthur's words. He slipped a couple of twenties into the man's hand before dragging Arthur over to an empty table. Luckily the cafe wasn't that crowded, so they weren't noticed that much. It was a good thing no other countries were here.

"I'm here Amerique, not what did you want me to help you with?" France called as he walked into the room, with Gilbert and Antonio behind him. Alfred groaned to himself, the last thing he needed was more people down here besides France.

"Woah mi amigo, what on earth is wrong with England?" Antonio asked, eyes wide as he saw Arthur, who was giggling madly and waving at them.

"Mon dieu, is Angleterre on another sugar rush?" Francis asked in alarm.

"Yeah" Alfred said. "I couldn't find him, and then when I finally did he had already drank a huge energy drink! And...the rest you can see for yourself."

The bad touch trio all scanned the room and saw the mess.

"Woah, holy shit I didn't know Arthur could be so energetic!" Prussia said, running over to sit next to the Brit. Arthur stared at the albino man for a moment, before screaming and trying to get away.

"Calm down Iggy!" America yelled, while Prussia laughed.

Arthur had continued to scream and try to escape from the room for a good five minutes. Finally they had calmed him down, and France looked at his watch.

"We need to get back to the meeting room, or Germany will be livid." He informed them. "Any ideas on how to expain to the others?"

"We could tell them that he's finally become insane because of his imaginary 'friends!" Antonio suggested with a grin.

"I know this sounds totally weird coming from me but...NOW IS NO TIME FOR JOKING!" Alfred said angrily to the Spanish nation, before another thought came to him. "How about I take him home and you can tell the others that he's sick?"

"Non, that wont do" Francis said, shaking his head. "We've been planning this meeting for months, and every country must be present."

"Damn!" Alfred cursed. "Then...I guess we should go to the meeting then huh?"

"Meeting? Arthur finally spoke up. "I'm not going to a meeting. I want to go buy a car!"

"Sorry Angleterre, but there will be no car shopping today. Come now, it's time to go to the meeting." Francis told Arthur.

"NO! I'm not going you stupid frog!" Arthur yelled, sticking his tongue out at France.

"Alfred, Gilbert. You two are in charge of manhandling Arthur up to the meeting room." France said. "Let me and Antonio do the talking."

"Sure thing." Alfred and Gilbert agreed, turning their attention to Arthur.

It wasn't very hard for Gilbert and Alfred to both grab hold of each of Arthur's arms. Arthur didn't come quietly though, they were forced to drag him down the hall kicking and screaming.

"I wont go! You cant make me! Let me do you stupid gits! NOOOO!"

"Sorry Artie, but this meeting is important. When it's done I promise to take you somewhere fun" Alfred told him as he tightened his grip.

"Pfft, what the hell? Your talking to him like he's five!" Gilbert snickered.

"Well it's not like he's gonna understand any other vocabulary when he's this much off his rocker!" Alfred defended himself.

"In my opinion he's better this way, unlike how he was in his ruthless pirate days!" Spain commented, shuddering as he remembered how many times England had beat him up in their...violent pirate days.

"Hopefully it'll wear off soon, since this energy drink is nothing compared to all the sugar he ate straight from the bag yesterday." Francis said.

Finally they arrived to the meeting room, ten minutes late to be exact. As they entered through the door, Germany was in fact very angry.

"We've been waiting on you five for at least ten minutes! Does punctuality mean NOTHING to you? As much of a waste these meetings can be, the proper thing to do would be at least trying to make an effort! Are you all that stupid? And I thought getting Italy in here on time was hard to do...what's wrong with England?" Germany cut off in mid rant as he saw both America and Prussia trying to contain a struggling Englishman, who was screaming and yelling something about the sun being blue.

"Angleterre has this...problem when it comes to consuming to much sugar." France tried to explain.

"So you mean he's diabetic or something?" Austria spoke up from somewhere in the room.

"Non, he just gets really hyper when he has too much. For instance, eating more than one candy bar will make him pretty wild. He just drank a large energy drink...so he's going to be like this for awhile." France replied.

"Wow, he's really hyper." Japan commented quietly as he observed England, who was now singing the National Anthem of England at the top of his lungs.

"Is there any way to make him quiet down?" Germany asked, wincing as he covered his ears.

Alfred clamped his hand over the Brit's mouth.

"Mmmm!" Arthur protested, shaking his head wildly.

"Well...let's try and carry on the meeting as best as we can..." Was all Germany could say.

"Oh! Can Britain sit next to meee? Please Germany, please? He looks so fun when he's this way!" Italy asked from his seat, waving his arm wildly.

"Ugh...I suppose so." Germany grumbled, indicating for them to bring the hyper Brit over to an empty chair that was next to the Italian. After getting England settled, America plopped into a seat next to England. France, Prussia, and Spain all sat next to each other in a few empty seats down.

For a few minutes all went pretty well. Both England and Italy were drawing on a notepad that Italy had brought with him. Well, England was mostly scribbling, but at least it kept him entertained. Finally America relaxed himself enough to take his eyes off of England so he could focus on what Germany was saying.

"...Hey England, want a doughnut? I bought some for dessert after I finished my pasta!" Italy said in a whispering voice as he offered the yummy treat to England.

"Yeah, yeah!" England almost yelled, grabbing a big handful of doughnuts from the Italian and stuffing them into his mouth. That was when America saw what was happening.

"NO! Don't give him any!" He screamed, but it was too late.

The energy drink was pretty bad for starters, but now with a bunch of doughnuts inside him, Arthur would be twice as hyper.

"Everyone pay attention! He have an emergency!" France yelled, noticing what had happened.

"ITALYYYYY! Why the hell would you offer a man on a sugar rush more sugar? Germany screamed at the top of his lungs.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Italy cried.

"It's too late. Now he's going to be a lot worse..." America said, swallowing painfully.

a/n: Okay, after getting so many lovely reviews on my previous story, Alfred's Mistake, I did a sequel like I said I would! Yay! I was only going to make it a one shot, but now I think it's going to be at least two chapters, maybe three at the most. Please review and tell me how you liked it!

Ps sorry this chapter is a little short, I couldn't get too much written because of my annoying little brother bugging me. (Gosh brothers can be such a pain!)