(hello out there i'm redoing each chapter of this story and adding more chapters hope you like)
Alfred (aka America) was in the meeting room waiting for the meeting in England. He groans as he looked at his empty burger bag. "I wish, I bought more burgers," he said with a sigh. Soon after he complained, a storm started. "Great, just great," he said as the storm got worst. Slowly he got up and went to the door to see if anyone was coming when the power went out.
He groans again and open the door. Normal he would be happy and go lucky, but today just wasn't his day. First his alarm didn't work, Second the only place he can find that made good burgers in England was closed for the day, and Third his phone was close to dead.
With that said he walked out of the dark room and started to head down the hall. After a bit of walking in the halls he started to feel like something was off. Looking at his phone he sighed and turn on the flash light. He gasped as he looked at the tall walls that was once a normal hall way. A smile slowly formed over his face as he looked around the hall.
The ceiling was really high up and if he had the guess he was about the size of a mouse. With a chuckled he walked down the hall, as he went he passed another meeting room but paused. "Shit, who turn off the fucking lights!" "Al! Don't say those nasty words!" "Oliver calm down."
A shiver ran down the Americans back as he stared at the tall doors. Despite his better judgement he pushed against the door, to have it slowly open. Alfred looked about the dark room. The only things he can see in the dark room was a light from a cigarette and the huge black forms of the 2ps. He slowly went into the room as he looked about the room, but he realized to late that his light on his phone was still on. He heard to turn off the light when a foot crashed down next to his small body.
He yelped and fell on his butt with a thump,"ow." Al (Americas 2p) chuckled darkly as his own phone light landed on his tiny goody two shoes. "Well, well, how are you pork chop?" he asked as he reached down and grabbed him in his fist. Alfred wiggled and pushed on the hand, "l-let me go!" The only thing Al did was chuckle as he went back to the meeting table.
All the other 2ps looked at the tiny American and slowly smiles form their faces. As they talked Al put Alfred in his shirt pocket and chuckled. "Okay so we each take a turn going out into the halls and find out 1ps," said 2p Italy with a chuckled. "Canada you can go first," he said and pointed to the door. with a grunt he got up and left.