If you want to, I can save you.
I can take you away from here.
His smile is always so warm. Everything about him, it always reminds me of that sun I love. Warm smile, lightly tanned skin, bright eyes like the bluest skies, and hair like honey, a little messy but not unkempt. I've tried smiling, I know that smiles tend to make someone seem more friendly, but people look at me oddly when I do it. With my pale blonde hair, paler skin, purple-blue eyes ( an old friend told me it was like I had blue eyes tinged with blood) and attempts to smile, I'm a near opposite to him. Sun and moon, forever locked in a waltz around the earth, never to touch. I wish I could be warm like him...
Here we are, at a meeting. It's not the large meeting with all the countries, just the members who've made up the Allied powers so often. There's the sun, a bright young man sent as a representative from the United States of America, I've been told to call him America, though I've heard the representative from England call him Alfred. I think our bosses want us to refer to each other by the country we represent to avoid us meeting up outside of our business meetings, but it happens anyways. At least, it does for America, England and France, the man from China likes to hurry home after the meetings, something about younger siblings to take care of. He's nice, but he doesn't like to talk to me I think.
I've lost track of the meeting and it's coming to a close already. There's a three way argument going on, mostly between the men of England and France. The man from France makes some comment about the Englishman's cooking skills, the Englishman makes a comment back about how he raised a child on that food, an "ungrateful child who won't even take my side in a fight like this. I should have just left him alone, all that heartbreak he dealt me. Stupid Americans!", which catches my attention. I watch the American man's face first freeze in surprise, get angry for a few seconds, then there's a split second where I can almost see tears filling his bright eyes, and a grimace marr his warm smile before he covers his face and leaves, yelling " This meeting is adjourned! Bye!". This has stopped the English and Frenchman's arguing, and set a tense air in the room. I excuse myself and exit the meeting room to try and soothe my American.
Feedback please? Based on a RusAme AMV I made a while ago for someone special to me, the song was "All you wanted" Michelle Branch. I guess you can consider this a songfic though I'm going to avoid directly quoting the song. Aiming to only be two chapters, might be three if I can't finish it right in the next one.