-Prologue-
Rain showered the window of the empty conference room. Only China and England were left. Cleaning up all of their loose papers and documents from the meeting. Nether of them spoke a word leaving the room gloomily like the weather.
England couldn't help feel awkward around Yao, after all he was in love with the nation. His amber eyes glistened in the dark room frequently checking the window, China looking quite teases."Hey, pass me that paper ahen" reaching out a hand China broke the silence with a cold stare. "T..this one" England face a pinkish tinge.
When a clash of lighting struck, China eyes going wide, him jumped "C...China?" England dropping the paper he walked over to China, upon closer inspection he could see how badly China was shaking. Thunder roared through the room, instantly China vanished.
England looked left and right not seeing China anywhere, till he heard soft sobs under him. Ducking under the conference table shocked to see China hugging his knees, tears in his eyes. "Don't look at me idiot *sniff*."
England watched China as he shuddered to the sound of thunder. Arthur thought of a lot of things, some not all that good. But what he felt the most the was bad for the asian. Putting a finger to his lip, an idea sprung in his head.
England crawled under next to China, and another awkward silence filled the room. Lighting clashed outside soon after thunder followed. China throw his hands in the air bring than back covering his ears, tears slowly streaming down his face. "You're scared of the lighting?" Yao's face darted toward Arthur, they both turned bright red. Taking his hands off his ears answer with furious nodding.
Quickly crawled out from the table Arthur ran to his jacket that was hanging on his chair at the other end of the table, searching in the deeps of the pocket "ah... found it" he rushed back under the table grabbing China's shoulder and pulling him close to his chest. Plugging in the earbud/in-ear headphones to his phone, gentle placing them in China's ears.
"Wha...what are you doing!" Yao tried to push him away but a shot of lighting stop him and hid his flustered face in England's shirt, "Stupid Opium" The soothing sound of classical music filling China's ears, blocking out all of the noise from outside and slowly he drifted off to sleep in England's arms.
