"Arthur?" A voice called, slowly pulling me out of my sleep, despite my attempts to stay in the sanctuary of my sleep.

"Arthur!" Another voice shouted in annoyance and everything started to shake around me in the darkness of this dreaded half-asleep state.
Finally, after a few good shakes and an unnecessary blow to the head with a faucet pipe, though only enough to leave a bruised bump, I was taken from my safe haven and stirred to see a large pair of blue eyes staring into my eyes, his nose touching mine as I felt his scraggly hints of a beard prickle my skin.
"Ah, mon Anglais, he has come back to us!" The French man said in a coo that always made my skin crawl.

"The hell, frog," I shouted and quickly threw him off onto the end of my bed –luckily for him a king sized bed or he'd have fallen on the wood floor- and looked to see that the others were in the room as well, from Alfred to even Ludwig and Feliciano, Kiku had accompanied them but remained outside of the room as he found this very rude, to which I agree. "What is this?" I inquired, suddenly realizing my state of dress as I drug the comforter and sheets over my bare legs and chest.
"Dude," The annoying American stepped forward in his usual, annoying laugh and grinned stupidly at me. "The world meeting is at your place this time, remember? We were waiting at the conference room and you didn't show up."

My mind tuned him out as he repeated the dialogue leading to their intrusion on my home, only catching the part that included Ivan breaking down my door with a pick-axe, to which the said country giggled, as I looked to the clock at my bed side. Damn. It was already ten thirty, the meeting was supposed to start two hours ago!

"I do apologize." I interrupted Alfred as he had started another conversation entirely about some achievement he had gained in some video game or how he was the hero and such, I didn't care. "Please go down stairs and make yourselves at home, I'll be down shortly and we can have the meeting here." I waited until they were all nearly gone before I unconsciously narrowed my glare. "And don't touch anything!"

Once dressed in a collared shirt and tie, I then quickly started downstairs to find everything in order, or, what we nations called order. Feliciano had started cooking pasta in the kitchen, though I don't recall having noodles in stock… Meanwhile, Francis was admiring the Italian, Alfred was sprawled across the couch playing some portable game as only Kiku and Ludwig sat quietly while Ivan was touching everything in sight, Yao yelling at him for reasons that didn't concern my belongings, not that he cared about the care of my things.

First to stand, of course, was Kiku, who quickly bowed in respect before I did so in return. Then it was Ludwig, the only other sane mind here.

"Finally, we can start." The German then sighed and crossed his arms in slight annoyance to the delay, not that we achieved much in our conferences.

"I do apologize again; I must have been tried from making preparations for the meeting."

At the sound of my voice, Francis then dance out of the kitchen and immediately embraced me, making a point to grab my arse before fleeing as my rage boiled over. I would have gone after him if not for Kiku who gently pushed me back.
"I-I'm sorry that I touch you," He quickly bowed his head before looking back up at me. "But, should we not be starting the meeting now?"

At his tranquil voice despite the chaos in my home, I quickly calmed and nodded to him.

"We shall go to the dining room to proceed with our conference." I said loud enough for the others to hear before going there myself.

The room had plenty of space for the nine of us, or eight, I don't recall who I set the ninth place for. After making the necessary preparations, we sat down to have the meeting, I started first and it all went spiraling down from there.

Alfred had interrupted and went on about building some extravagant amusement park to make people want to spend more money. Though we tried to stop him many times, he continued for a good half hour before standing tall in pride of his idea. I quickly sat him down and Yao then took over the conference. It was not long before he was interrupted however.

"Alfred!" I shouted as the said American had immediately pulled out his trusty PSP and started playing with the music and sound effects on as loud as they could possibly be, the sounds of swords and cries of monsters followed by the victory music bounced off the walls, not to mention, he had his dirty shoes on my dining table. "People's foods goes there, not your feet, and turn that damn game off, we're trying to have a meeting!"

"If food is supposed to go here, be useful and go get me some!" He stuck his tongue out at me with a light grin before I stood.

"Ayah…" Yao muttered before sitting down, seeing no point in trying to stop us.

Not wishing to get into the matters I now regret, the meeting ended after a long argument later involving Francis, Yao, and Ludwig, though he was quickly pushed out. Seeing no point in continuing, we then ended the meeting and everyone slowly exited the room until it was only I and Alfred who was too absorbed in his game to get up.

At seeing him sit there, I couldn't help but see the small child I had raised, his eyes beaming when I had time to visit. It wasn't long before I was taken deep into the memory, my gaze eventually drifting to the window where it remained until Alfred finally shut off the game after dying, as could be seen on his face, and got up for the door.

"Alfred," I finally said, making him stop and look to me. "I was wondering, would you like to go out for a drink with me?" I then stopped and tried to reword it so it didn't sound as if I was looking for forgiveness. "N-Not, that I'm apologizing, I just need someone to drive me home, and sense you only seem to drink Coca cola…" I trailed off and Alfred suddenly started laughing.

"Dude, why would I go out drinking with you? Sure, it would be funny as hell but then you'd pass out and I'd have to like, pay your bill and drive you home and stuff… But you being all drunk would make an awesome YouTube video; I'd get so many hits!"

"Forget it." I let out a groan and the blue-eyed pain in my… neck ran off for the front door before I cold suggest anything else.

I followed him out of course and watched him as he ran to his American sports car before going inside. Though, if I had stayed out, I would have seen the event that had caused this mess, instead, I listened to the thump of what I believed to be his car door slamming followed by the squeal of rubber now peeling out of my driveway.

So, here I am, posting my first fan fiction. I'm confident with this one and hope you all enjoy it.

I'll try and update it regularly but I have a busy school life and I'm known for getting frequent and long-lasting writers' block, so please bare with it?

I don't own Hetalia... Unfortunately.