50 and
Counting
America sat in the meeting; board. Nothing was being accomplished like usual except for this time Hungary and Japan were having a "fangasim". From what America had heard Germany had found out that he was some guy named Holy Rome from way back when, and he was going to tell Italy about it when they got home. America didn't really know what that meant, but could really careless.
The nation sighed as he watched the other countries bicker and whine. Sinking back in his chair he had an eire feeling in his chest, like something at home was going wrong.
The entire room was silenced of the loud tone of star spangled banner. The countries watched as America dug through is pocket to grab his cell phone. Ignoring all the eyes on him he brought his phone up to his ear.
"Hello?" he asked. The countries watched the younger nation in annoyance, all phones were to be silenced in the meeting. Just as England was about to bash America for having his cell phone on, America sprung out of his seat.
"She's where?!" he yelled, the look of terror spreading across his face. He started breathing heavily and his body began to shake.
"Don't do anything! Just stay there and I'll go find her." he snapped his phone shut, and began running tors the door. Germany was the first to speak up.
"There is still 30 minutes of the meeting left!" he yelled pointlessly, America had already left and by the looks of it he wasn't coming back. (he had also grabbed Canada but nobody really noticed)
"Ve~? What was that about?" Italy asked, speaking what was going through everyone's head.
"Its really unlike America to freak out like that." Japan added in.
"Wait! America said 'she'." France yelled.
"Yeah? What about it?" England asked.
"So isn't it obvious? America has a girlfriend."
"Why would America have a girlfriend and not tell any of us?" Denmark asked.
"Maybe she's human." Spain said think out loud. Sooner rather then later almost the whole word-literally-was gossiping about the American. From girlfriend to pet dog everyone was talking about this mysterious she.
"Gossiping wont tell us anything. If we want to know we can just ask him." England said. Germany sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, obviously they wouldn't be getting back on subject.
Just when France was about to give a suggestion a small girl walked into the room; tears falling down her face. She had a white Hawaiian dress on hat fell to just over her knees and a pink flower in her long dark brown hair, that was tied into a french braid. Her skin was about as dark as Spain's and in contrast made her blue eyes stand out, but that wasn't the only thing that stood out about her. What stood out most was that she had a little curl almost- no exactly like America's.