Chapter 1 - revelations
{{Hey there, so here's another crack filled fic from yours truly, It'll be my first attempt at something longer then one chapter so I hope you'll like it, please enjoy}}
The atmosphere was heavy, a pin could be heard if one dropped, everyone was so silent. The crowded room was all looking in direction, that of France and America.
Now, usually, these two were the loudest in the room, causing trouble and laughing, picking playfully on other nations (*cough* England *cough*).
Today however, they were sitting quiet still, both looking fairly serious, both with our a smile on their face and both glaring at the other every so often.
"Like, what's happening there?" Poland whispered to Lithuania who shrugged in confusion.
Russia beside him said quietly in his cheery voice "Maybe they are fighting, da?".
Prussia sighed beside him and said "No way, if francypants was fighting with someone I'd know about it! Besides he barely talks to America".
"Zhen vhy are they like that huh?" Germany said in a low voice, gesturing towards the two who at that moment glared daggers at each other.
"Maybe their hungry?" Italy beamed happily, as usual not feeling the atmosphere.
"I doubt that is it Italy-San, they look more angry then hungry to me" Japan bowed slightly in the chair beside him, watching the two with confusion.
"Vell vhat ever it is they better solve it soon, the meetings will start in an hour and who knows vhat vould set those two off" Austria sighed, also slightly curious about the strange situation at the other end (if you could same something round had an end…) of the meeting table.
"Maybe it's some kind of scandal!" Hungary smiled, usually loving these kinds of situations as they usually resulted in some interesting gossip about the other nations.
The nations all around the table kept this up, all trying to figure out what the problem could be. These two were usually fun loving not serious and the didn't fight with each other at meetings so why?...
Scotland and Ireland walked in shortly after, walking across the room to the chairs, both shooting some fierce and dangerous looks at the Frenchman and American who both looked at them and notices the glare, America biting his lip and France running his hand through his hair.
The atmosphere, it was to much, the Celtic nations seemed to be involved with whatever was wrong with the other two, but, unlike with those two, everyone knew to stay away from the celts when angry.
Scotland groaned and lay his head on the table, clearly tired. Ireland just rubbed his temple in circular movement with his thumb and index finger, a headache was presumed. If they didn't seem angry they'd have guessed a hangover but that clearly wasn't the case.
The nations mumbled a bit more, all getting more and more confused. The celts never associated with either of the two, besides not liking them, but they weren't petty or anything, they still joked around with them at meetings.
The final piece to their puzzle entered the room now, certainly not himself.
England, normally a high class gentleman who'd say good morning to all ad then sit in his chair between the American and the Frenchman, walked across the room, slumped into a seat between Ireland and Scotland and put his briefcase on the table, not placed it gently, just dumped it on the desk in front of him. The nations looked over to the Brit in shock and surprise, mouths hanging open, confused at the lack of gentlemanly manner. "What?." England, clearly not putting up with anything, said in a dangerously low tone, one that Spain and Prussia shivered at, recognizing that tone of voice from England's vicious pirate years.
Japan was the first person in the room to address on of the people acting out of character "Good morning England-san, how are you?".
England seemed surprised at hearing such a gentle voice and looked over at Japan "Yes, good morning Japan, couldn't be better" he said, glaring across the table at the Frenchman and the American "and you?". Japan, along with most nations in the room, gulped, most never seeing England looking that frightening before (except Spain and Prussia who gulped because they knew it was trouble).
"I-I'm well, thank you England-san" Japan stuttered slightly, having difficulty ignoring the look he gave the two on the other end of the table.
"I liked that look, da, England-san should become one with Russia" Russia smiled his childish smile, looking over at the Brit.
Scotland and Ireland, completely out of character, moved closed to their younger brother, stopping any other words from the Russians mouth, who just shrugged his shoulders and went back to doodling.
Scotland and Ireland usually liked to pick on England themselves, as older brothers did, but nobody in this room had ever seen them defend or protect England before, so this was yet another bizarre experience.
"What's up Francypants?" Prussia yelled suddenly, causing many nations to jump in fright and his brother to sush him.
France looked up at his good friend and replied "Ah, just a personal matter".
Spain then joined in with "Si mi amigo, but you seem more… tense and irritated then troubled.
France opened his mouth to speak but America cut across him "Well the wine bastards to busy being a pompous bastard who can't see when he's beaten".
France glared daggers and then growled at America "As if your fat 'eaded ego is better moi in a matter like zhis you burger obsessed little shit".
All the nations in the room gawped at them in shock, if they thought they were out of character before, they just weren't them now. Those two never shot such venomous insults before and it surprised all of them.
"Not this shite again!" Ireland groaned, standing up and glaring daggers at the two across the table.
"Yes, you bastards say one more word and I'll come over there and make sure you can't say another" Scotland growled threateningly, causing the two to gulp and look away from each other, becoming quiet again.
Ireland sat back down again, watching the two down the table closely, clearly looking for any excuse to go down there and kick their asses.
England, completely unlike usual, growled and said to his brothers "If this meetings fucking long I'm sure I'll do something I won't regret".
This was shocking, yes he fought with France a lot but he never swore and never sounded threatening.
Scotland burst out laughing, wrapping an arm around England's shoulders "Now that's my little brother! If you do it I'm right behind you".
Ireland then smirked evilly down at the only other two in the room who understood "Don't forget me, it'd be my feckin' pleasure".
France and America both gulped and America made a zip the lips gesture, France nodding and reading through his papers.
England smirked, nodding at his brothers in appreciation. It way not look like it to others but they really did all get along.
"Care to explain vhats going on?" Prussia asked of England in curiosity, knowing France would not talk now with a threats from the Celtic brothers.
England sighed and tried to relax a little bit before responding "Those two idiots have a crush on the same person, and that person isn't interested" he said the last part loudly, as if accentuating the fact to the two.
"A crush on someone?" Hungary piped up, finally happy to be able to get some gossip, by the sounds of things it'd be good.
"If this is because of a crush, how are you three involved?" Spain asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion, other nations nodding as mumbling in agreement.
"because those bastards have the cheek to get a crush on our little brother! And then call every few minutes, send stupid flowers and shit and non-stop bothering him" Scotland growled, glaring over at the two men in question.
"Yeah and we were staying with England for the week and we haven't slept in that long because of them!" Ireland hissed, still glaring daggers at the two.
"Shut. up!" Poland squeaked, joining Hungary and Japan on the fanatic band wagon "You like, both have a crush on him?".
"It's not a crush it's true love!" France retorted indignantly, looking over at England hopefully.
"Yeah my love is true, unlike the French fuckers false perverted love!" America said quickly after, glaring at France and then turning back to England.
"You bastards never learn" Scotland growled menacingly, standing up, clearly ready to attack them by his fierce stance and flexing muscles.
Other nations intervened when Ireland stood up behind him, pulling a bottle, from seemingly nowhere, and smashed it off the table, a frightening smile on his face and an evil glint in his eyes.
"Hey whoa easy there!" Prussia yelled, grabbing Ireland's shoulders and pulling him back, taking a mental note to never be loud, but still awesome, anywhere near the guy when he had a lack of sleep, he was one scary guy without sleep.
Germany, quiet the powerful nation, needed help to hold back the angry Scotsman, Russia and Spain struggling with him to hold the man back.
England sighed and stood up, clearing his throat "Brothers that's enough!" the two ceased immediately, looking over at their brother in confusion "and you two, piss of, I'm going to say it one more time, I'm not bloody interested, move on with your lives".
Everyone in the room went silent, all waiting for the inevitable loud outburst from the two love birds, but it never came, never had a chance. England cleared his throat again and turned to Germany "Now, shouldn't we be starting the meeting?".
Germany cleared his throat, composing himself, and announced loudly "Uh, Of course, the meeting will be starting now! Everyone please take your seats!".
The idea of doing this was difficult but of course they did, the meeting had to occur no matter how interested they all where in other things.
The meeting passed by with nobody, not even the German, paying attention through the meeting, all watching the non-verbal conversation between the Celtic nations and the two love stuck blondes.
France smiles dashingly at England, who rolls his eyes in exasperation, Ireland beside him giving the finger and barring some of his teeth threateningly.
America chuckled at the response France got from the two and raised a flirtatious and playful eyebrow at the Brit, causing Scotland to growl and glare dangerously at the American.
England sighed and glared over at the two before putting a hand on each of his brothers arms and nodding reassuringly at them, as if telling them everything was alright, that he could deal with it.
Deal with it the Brit must because this situation is not going away on its own and it's not going to stop anytime soon...
{{So the crushes are irritatingly out of control and England's older brothers are on the verge of snapping... Sounds fun!
Haha, so I hope your enjoying this fic, please leave a response on which nation you think he should end up with England and why? (if you can't decide yet, wait a little while, more chapters to come really soon!)}}