"I would like to start off this meeting with a check to make sure everyone is here." A tall German man said to the group of people. His German accent made his words crisp on his tongue. "England?"
"Present."
"France?"
"Hello, honey."
"uhhhh... China?"
"Aru~!"
Germany continues through the list- North and South Italy, Russia, Greece, Japan, everyone was here until the final name was called.
"America?"
The silence in the conference room shocked everyone. America was late to every meeting, but that was why his name was always called last, so he would have time to make it. It had been almost an half hour to go through the list, and with no appearance of the loud, young Nation, so where was he?
"This meeting so very important. It so like a western nation to go off and forget about it." a pony-tailed man said from next to the head of the meeting. Another man stood from across him, slightly upset.
"I was in fact talking to America this morning. He was telling me he was getting ready for the meeting at the time. I even saw him making coffee." The man pushed his katana out of the way as he spoke- epaulets tangling together as he did so. With a quick brush of his hand, the fringe on his shoulders separated. Japan was trying hard not to lose his composure over his friend, or lack thereof.
"We are missing the BIG QUESTION here though!" A masked man towards the back yelled.
"Yes, you're right Turkey! Is he okay?" England stood up and asked, still worried about his ex-little brother.
Some of the countries nodded in agreement, while others rolled their eyes. America had the unfortunate habit of either wriggling into peoples hearts or onto their 'to-be-assassinated' list.
"I... don't think... that's what Turkey... is talking about Engla...nd" Greece stretched his word in such a suspenseful manor everyone just wanted to slap him and make him talk faster.
The hooded man slammed the table in front of him in approval once Greece finished.
"Exactly! Who is gonna have to go walk all the way over to his house and check on him! 1,2,3 NOT IT!" He shouted. Almost everyone in the room called the same two words. England, having no clue what was going on, did not. France pushed out his seat in a graceful manor and stalked over to Arthur, patting his back.
"Je suis desolee, mon ami. You'll be walking too. The roads are too thin for cars, and I told Italy that his Vespas' motors mysteriously broke yesterday..." The blue-caped man's gleam in his eye made the poor British Nation scoot away quickly.
And into a certain bawling Italian Nation.
"WHYYYYYYYYYYY!" He cried. "WHYYYYYY MYY VEESSSSPPPAAAAAASSSSSS"
******X******X******X******X******X******X******
The meeting went over quickly, and England was very tired, for multiple reasons. The nervous twitching for his poor brother proved such. His old crud of a car slowly pulled up the hill, then turned around and England parked. Alfred's house sat upon a tall hill in the middle of a forest. It overlooked the valley in all it's beauty. The driveway only went halfway up the hill, and the rest was impossible to drive through the thick wood of trees.
"I still don't believe that he thinks he'll lose weight if he lives all the way up here and walks. The wanker eats too much. I'm honestly surprised he isn't overweight." After tripping over at least one hundred roots, England honestly started to wonder what actually happened to his friend. Loud and annoying, obnoxious and pestering, England still cared about Alfred's well-being. 'Did he trip on a root and break his ankle? Or get lost in the woods?' Minutes of climbing and thinking gave England's imagination the ability to get the worst of him.
'Did he fall down this mountain of a hill, snap his neck and DIE!' Arthur's heart was racing as he started to run, jumping and dodging branches and roots like an Olympic athlete.
Panting, Britain reached for the door-handle to balance himself, and the weight from his hand opened the door. Scaring himself silly, Arthur screeched and closed the door, before realizing there wasn't anyone on the other side, and probably wouldn't be. America must have gone fishing, or flying his plane or whatever he did in his spare time.
Everything in his power of mind was trying to distract him from the thought of today's meeting and Japans comment. "I was in fact talking to America this morning. He was telling me he was getting ready for the meeting at the time. I even saw him making coffee."
Everything was blocking out the logic. 'He was going to the meeting but something stopped him…. what could that be?'
England stood up and slowed his breathing down as slow as he could. "Alfred? Are you home?" After a few raps on the door and ringing the doorbell, England decided to start shouting. "AMERICA ARE YOU THERE? ARE YOU OKAY!"
Everything in his mind wanted to hear "Hey dude! 'Sup?" on the other side of the door.
No response.
England slowly opened the door of America's house, and peered inside. "America?" He called. "Alfred where ARE you?" As he slowly trudged through the house calling his friends name, he came across an old door, unfitting to the refined and classy wooden style. A crunching, almost like chewing came from within. "America?" Arthur whispered. He tapped the door open, and he crept out from behind it's frame.
And there America sat, crouched in the corner, in the most unusual attire for his 'taste.' A cowlick bobbed every time he tilted his head down to eat the mysterious object. "America?" England repeated. The other man slowly turned, visibly shaking.
"Oh, you're talking to me?" He said, pointing at himself.
"WHY OF COURSE I AM! AMERICA WHY IN THE WORLD DID YOU MISS TODAY'S MEETING!"
"Sorry... I'm a little confused..." The young nation seemed to speak much slower than he usually did…and is that an accent? "Who's America? My name is Iowa."
Je suis desolee, mon ami- [i think it means] I'm sorry, my friend.
And that's it for now! Sorry to cut it short, I wanted to get a little bit done now, and another part later.
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