Chapter 1: Poker Faces and Broken Masks
"Don't give me that prissy-boy attitude of yours and speak to me like a man, you coward!" The irritated blonde shouted at the aristocrat. Taking off his glasses, Roderich sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He replied calmly, "I'm not giving you any sort of attitude…"
At this, the American stood up abruptly and pointed at the Austrian, grinning darkly. "No, you're not giving me an attitude." Shrugging, he snorted, snickering. "Oh, I forgot, you didn't have an attitude to give me to begin with!" Alfred snarled, curling his hand into a fist and ready to stalk over to the disgustingly mindless pretty boy and punch some opinion into him. Sensing the malice coming from America, the Brit sitting next to him gently touched his hand, softly rebuking the impulsive youngster. "You'll never get anything out of this, you know. Sit down. You're making a fool of yourself."
Blinking, Alfred looked around at the other faces in the room. The expressions on the other nations varied between shock, disbelief, scorn, and even pity. His face coloring a deep red, the young American briskly walked out of the room, his eyes stinging with tears. This was not before, however, he caught a glimpse of the resignation on Roderich's face, he skin under his eyes tinged with a worn out purple-black. When they locked eyes together, the blonde flinches and looked down, continuing his walk of shame out of the conference felt the violet eyes of the Austrian gazing at the back of his head even as he heard the heavy doors close behind him.
Neither of them would forget the expressions on each other's face, not for a long time after.
[[Pilot chapter~ Also the shortest chapter I'm planning to write. It's an odd pairing, so I need feedback, please! Thank you for reading.]]