WARNING: THERE WILL BE YAOI-NESS IN LATER CHAPTERS. Maybe 3 or 4 chapters in? Possibly one at the end?HOWEVER, I'll try to make it so that the yaoi isn't 100 percent necessary to understand the story. I'll put a warning in the yaoi chapters for those of you who do not want to read it. The yaoi will simply be for PruAme fans like me who love this bizarre pairing! :3

ANOTHER WARNING: Lot's of naughty language. Also, I've never written a yaoi before. lol. I really hope I can get opinions and tips so that it doesn't suck. For any experienced yaoi writers out there, can I have some advice? Please and thank you!

Monday

It was a sunny Monday morning and Alfred just could not wait to go to the World Meeting. It was Austria's turn to host the meeting today and, well, to tell the truth Alfred didn't really give a shit about whatever Roderich was going to talk about. The reason why Alfred was so excited was because that Friday it was going to once again be The Hero's turn to host the meeting, and surviving through today's boring meeting meant only four more days until Alfred's turn to shine!

Alfred could barely contain his joy as he strolled into the room and took his seat next to a very grumpy looking British man.

"What are you so cheery about?" Arthur asked as he flipped through a little pink book that he was reading.

"After today, only four more days! Four more days until my turn! I just can't wait! I have so many things to talk about I don't even know where to begin! " Alfred exclaimed as he bounced up and down in his chair like a restless 4 year old.

The Englishman sighed." Oh great. Another three hours of you stuffing your face and ranting on about your half baked schemes. I can hardly wait."

Alfred wanted to reply to Arthur's sarcastic remark, but he held his tongue. Alfred was in such an amazing mood today that he didn't want anything to get him down. Nothing was going to ruin this day. Nothing was going to ruin this week. And nothing was going to ruin America's chance to share his thoughts with the world!

As other nations quickly started filling into the room, Alfred noticed something was off. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was missing.

Let's see, he thought to himself, I drank three cups of coffee like always. Britain was prick, as usual. I'm sitting in the right seat this time. I'm not sitting on Mattie... why do I feel like something's wrong?

As the last few countries entered the room the glaring problem finally presented itself. Germany isn't here! I knew the seat across from me seemed strangely empty. I wonder what's wrong. Germany is never late. He's usually here before anyone else! What's the deal? Is he sick or something? GASP! What if he's planning World War Three? That bastard! I gotta warn the others before it's too late!

Just as Alfred was about to stand up and make a total ass of himself, he was beaten too it when the doors of the conference room burst open.

" No need to panic, everyone! Your King of Awesome has arrived!" Gilbert announced as he strutted into the room.

"Prussia, what are you doing here?" Roderich asked.

Prussia walked right up to the front of the room and turned to face everyone with that arrogant little smirk of his. " West is really sick right now. He has some kind of stomach virus from eating to much undercooked wurst. So, he asked Big Brother Prussia to fill in for him while he gets better!" Prussia then flashed a dazzling smile at his "audience" before skipping over to his brother's seat.

Roderich shook his head, as if he already could tell of the problems Gilbert's presence would bring. "Well, I guess it can't be helped. If there are no more interruptions, shall we begin?"

Everyone in the room nodded in agreement and the meeting was underway.

Right when Roderich began to speak, Alfred directed his attention to the Prussian sitting across from him. Alfred hadn't seen the man in years. How long had it been? Alfred couldn't really remember. The one thing Alfred knew for sure was that they did not leave each other on friendly terms...

Alfred shook his head. He didn't like thinking about the past. Especially the unpleasant past. He looked at the albino with intense curiosity. In the few times in which they had crossed paths, Alfred never really learned much about Gilbert. When you go to World Meetings every day with the same old people for decades, you get to know them all pretty well. But Gilbert was still a mystery. He was the only person in the room that Alfred knew almost nothing about, and this sparked Alfred's childish curiosity. There were so many questions he suddenly wanted to ask. Surely, the strange relationship that the two countries had had in the past wasn't a problem anymore, right?

Just then, Gilbert looked across the table at Alfred. Alfred quickly averted his gaze, but he knew he hadn't been quick enough. Gilbert had saw him staring at him.

He tried to play it cool by taking out his notepad and pretending to take notes. Alfred never actually took notes. He would spend most of the time drawing circles and scribbling little pictures of hamburgers and American flags. The American took out his shiny silver pen and was about to put it to the paper when he unthinkingly looked up.

Gilbert was still looking at him.

Alfred looked back down at his pen. Why is he glaring at me like that? he wondered while he played with the little silver clip on his shiny pen. Maybe, our eyes just met by accident... twice. Yeah, that explains it. Shit, why am I so nervous all of a sudden?

Alfred flipped the pen over in his hands and in the reflection of the tiny shiny writing utensil he saw Gilbert's piercing red eyes, still focused directly on him. The intensity of the stare was so powerful it almost made Alfred drop his pen. Those eyes... they're so red. Like the eyes of the devil. Alfred wasn't sure why Gilbert was staring at him, but anyone could tell from the deep look in his eyes that he was angry about something. And Alfred knew that it was probably him.

The frightened American looked at his watch, tilting it to make sure that the gold didn't also catch the reflection of the blood red eyes. There were still two hours and thirty minutes left in the meeting.

It was going to be a long day.

You like, yes? Please comment. This is my first time writing something like this and I wanna know if I'm any good at it. The next chapter will be a BIG SURPRISE! :D