America shuddered. He could do this. But the fear slid around him like a snake trying to squeeze the life out of him. He forced himself to sit up, and the cold, seeped through every open area of his coat. He made himself stand, wanting nothing more than to run and hide. He made himself take a step. Then another. And another. He was delighted to find it got a little easier, but that tiny sense of courage fled when he got to the door.
He wanted to whimper. He wanted to curl into a ball and cry, right there on his doorstep. But he forced the feeling down his throat, where it bubbled deep inside him. He got into the cab, and they flew him to the airport, where he spent all of his money on a ticket. But they lack of a motel room didn't bother him. He got to the meeting, but he was shaking violently, and spent most of his attention trying to supress them.
France was laying in his chair, twirling a rose in between his fingers. "Ohhohohon, you mean you never found love, Englishman?" Britain scoffed. "Shut up, frog." France smirked. "You love life is worse than your cooking." Britain glared at him.
"What would you know about cooking?"
"More then you."
"You stupid frog, you can't cook!"
"Look who's talking. Moi cooking and love life are better than yours. Plus you sense of...style is revolting."
Britain fumed, and lunched at the Frenchman. "You bloody git!" Meanwhile, Mexico and Cuba were talking. Cuba scoffed. "Ya, that would be like taking over Russia." Mexico stood straighter. "I could do it." Russia came over, looking innocent, but his aura flamed. He smiled. "Mexico, you vould like to keep your head on your shoulders, da?" Mexico nodded hurriedly. He trembled. Russia smiled cheerfully. "That's what I thought."
They shivered, looking after the retreating Russian. America quickly took his seat, feeling only a notch safer there. Canada came over, frowning. "America, what's wrong?" America flinched slightly and looked up at him. "Nothing. Why?" Canada looked at him. "No reason." Finally, Germany broke down. "SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!" he roared. Everyone fell quiet and took their seats. "Now, who has any important they vould like to share?" Japan said nothing. America raised his hand.
"Germany recognizes it's ally America." America stood, wavering slightly. He cleared his throat. "The President of the United States would like to inform you that America will be detaching itself from the world meetings. Allies will not be broken, but no countries will be seen." He checked his watch, his wrist shaking. Britain stood up. "What?!" America scanned the room, which had gone silent, and his eyes rested on Britain.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go," he said hoarsely, and he left quickly. The nations were stunned. "What the hell?" Russia seemed too deep in thought to say anything. France gaped. "Why would he do such a thing?" Japan leaned forward, and all eyes turned to him, maybe because his expression was so grave.
"Did you not observe?" No reply. Japan's jaw grew stiff, which was very unlike the gentle nation. "America-san was shaking. He was scared. He was injured."