London Bridge Is Falling Down, My Fair Lady

A USUK FANFIC

Chaper 1. The Meeting (PART 1)

The day began on a good note. England was happy that he wouldn't be needed at he current world meeting that had started today, and was set for the next 3 days in Greece. It was a special meeting, where they discussed what they would do to help some of the countries that had been affected they most in the recent economic depression, alas why the meeting took place in Greece. The countries present at the meeting was mostly the ones in the EU, but also the northern countries such as Canada and America where to be present, due to the fact that they were big and important countries. He sighed at the thought of America. He, really, was glad he was let off the hook this time. He was to tired to think of handling an overly energetic American and a sleazy perverted Frenchman. Really now, wasn't he allowed some peace At least? Hadn't he had it rough enough during his many centuries worth of living as the representative of the United kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland?

Apparently not. He sighed once more, as he was standing in his bathroom, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He was happy about Scotland now taking his place, or so to speak, to represent the United kingdom at this meeting. Scotland, on not so friendly terms with him, had objected, but had been forced by his boss to attend, though they had been hit pretty hard on their economic too, and was therefore obliged to attend the meeting. England, knowing about this, quickly took it as his chance to skip out of the meeting, just this time. They really didn't need two countries to represent the United kingdom. When Scotland heard that England wasn't going to attend, he had thrown a big fit, screaming and cursing and, what he had heard from his boss, broken one or two of the furniture in his office in rage. He furrowed his brows and sighed, again. Really now, was he the only one acting like an adult? Still watching his reflection, his eyebrows still in a frown, but with eyes now filled with worry. He wasn't only happy about getting some much needed days of from his schedule or not needing to bother with annoying meetings and countries. No, he hadn't really felt so good these last couple of days. It wasn't that he felt sick, no he was used to being sick now and then, to his own annoyance since many thought of him as weak an fragile even when he wasn't sick. It clearly didn't make anything better by him being sick so often as he was. But no, this wasn't him starting to get sick. It was something else. But what? This worried him slightly and he had a bad feeling , growing by each day, deep in his gut...

No, he thought as he shook his head. This isn't going to solve anything by me pondering about, he told himself. It's better to just let it go for now, and try to relax for a bit. Yes, that sounded just right, he thought as his lips rose into a small smile.

"I think Im going to boil myself some tea..." he mused,as he walked out of the bathroom and slowly made his way down the stairs, down to the kitchen.

. . .

The meeting had been an handful. Messy, as usual, but with much more tension and much more screaming. The topic about money and the economy was always very, very sensitive to many countries and many took a lot of offense when some stated an complaint about their government or their bosses way of handling the economy and ruling the country.

But still, the meeting was very quiet. The usual jabbering and fighting between a certain English man and Frenchman was something so natural now, that the meeting hardly felt like a meeting without it. It showed, clear as a day, that France was bothered by this to. He was used to always tease and harass his fellow nemesis whenever they met, and when he heard that he wasn't going to be present at the meeting in Greece, he tried to act like nothing.

"Ah, finally I don't have to lay my eyes on that ugly face of his, non? That's a lovely thought indeed, he had said and laughed. Even at those word, everyone knew that, deep down, France really did care for England, and that he was worried about his absent.

A person that wasn't even trying to hid his disappointment about England not being at the meeting was a certain blond and blue-eyed American. He had heard it from Canada, who had been at the meeting earlier. But since the one representing the United States of America was prone to be late, he had, per usual stormed into the meeting, declaring that "The hero had arrived! with a high laugh and soon his eyes had been roaming the room for a pair of eyes, more specifically a pair of emerald ones. When he couldn't find them, he had turned to Canada , questioning. "Where is England?" he asked with a confused expression on his face.

After Canada had then explained that he wasn't present because Scotland was there instead, representing the United kingdom. After taking in the information, the super-power had pouted and mumbled something under his breath before he let out a loud whine.

"That's so not cool! So unfair that England don't have to be at the meeting!" He pouted once more, as Canada, slightly embarrassed by all the commotion, shuffled him down in his seat next to him, so that they could, finally, start the meeting.

The meeting was boring as it ever was, and soon America found himself bored to his wits end. He leaned his head against the hard wooden table they where sitting at and lazily watched the nations surrounding him. He growled in frustration. He really missed England. He hadn't seen him for months, and since they were not in an all so good relationship as of right now #Well, better now than before the world war II, but still.# he couldn't just show up at his place every now and then #Even though he did, and that quit a lot# without a good reason to do so. He always claimed that he only came because his boss wanted him to convey something for him or that he had to maintain their "special relationship" and what not. But most of the times they were all lies. He wouldn't ever dare to tell anyone that he visit him because he wanted to be in his company, to be near him. And especially not to England.

These feelings he felt, he had know for quiet some time that it wasn't just any normal kind of friendship that he felt when he was around England. No, where was something more. He had just been to stubborn to admit it, that it finally was his brother who had confronted him about it. Yes, he really didn't want to be just an ally, or even a friend to Arthur. He wanted more. He blushed slightly when he caught himself thinking about his former mentor in such a way and he shook his head as to get the thoughts out of his head.

Really, he only thinks of me as a child anyway, he thought as he sighed, resting his head on his palm.

Canada noticed that his brothers eyes was off somewhere else, and he knew that always meant that he thought about England. He chuckled and smiled softly. It really was a shame that the red string of fate was only visible for everyone, except for those that it really mattered.