"stupid, stupid, stupid."

Muttered the angry Brit as he walked down the halls of the global academy. He was in pain, like no other.

Licking his teeth again, as if to confirm, he sighs loudly once again.

The bracers were in fact still there.

I was a few weeks ago, Scotland and Ireland wanted to play 'punchies' and as always England got the short straw in being the punching bag. Is was ok until Scot, for some unknown reason, thought chairs should participate in the game.

Ending in Arthur's teeth becoming slightly out of place. It didn't bother him, nor was it noticeable to anyone, but no. The dentist insisted someone of Arthur's qualities should settle for no less then perfection.

So, after all, the angry Brit gave in and went through the treatment of having an x-ray and all the other nonsense they do to put metal on your teeth.

"Gah~"

Another wave of pain. He was going to kill Scot and Paddy once he wa..

"OI~"

'dam it' he cursed under his breath and turned on his heals to face who ever disturbed his growling. Germany. At least he wouldn't piss him of.

"England, we're having a meeting just before lunch in the main boarding room."

A simple nod.

"I was wondering if you had any thing you want to put forward in today's talk?"

A simple shake.

"Ah, then we'll have to let America talk…"

A strange noise which was a chuckle being swallowed. German just stared for a few seconds before walking on. Arthur sighed again.

'Great, That blommin' American's going to do something stupid if I don't speak up…'

11:23

All, minus the odd one, sat in the seats around the magnet shaped table. England choosing to play it safe and sit in as much of a corner as a curved shape could get.

"Alright, lets get started. I've called this meeting so we could tal~"

Whatever he was saying England didn't care. The pain. He rubbed his jaw line and could feel the cursed blades through his flesh. Out of boredom he decided to count teeth.

"ALRIGHT THE HERO'S HERE"

Everyone's eyes, but Arthur's went to America. Then out of surprise to England. Why wasn't he shouting. He always shouts when America's late for a meeting.

Though, the said man was still counting teeth.

"ENGLAND" Boomed Germanys voice, in attempts to wake him from Wonderland.

In surprised Arthur to say the least, but determined to not let others see the metal he simply pointed to his neck. signalizing that he had a soar throat.

It seemed the room sighed then. With out England, America could say what he liked. No one else had the heart to rip apart America's plans.

11:57

"…therefore cows should totally be aloud to eat beef and drink milk. Oh and about the giant caterpillar, I was gu_" "Thank you America… Lunch break everyone."

'Yippieeeoh no….' both good and bad points about that. Good = Freedom, Bad= trying to eat.

Breakfast didn't end to well; ending in swallowing bread hole. A talent his brothers seemed amazed by.

'maybe just tea then'

In the cafeteria everyone already had their lunch and were mumbling amongst them selves. After grabbing a cup of tea Arthur glanced around the room, no real reason why. As if disappointed he went to leave only for him to bump into Romano, spilling all his tea down the short-tempered Italian.

It was moments like this he was sure his heart beat turned into the sound effect of kill bill.

And at moments like that, Romano really did look like one of Spain's tomatoes.

" I . Will. 'deep intake of breath' FUCKING. KILL YOU"

'oh, shite'

Was his last thought before being introduced to the fists of the mafia. And passing out.

12:48

He woke with a growl. And to an idiot sticking fridge magnets to his face.

"AMERICA WHA!"

Pain. He should never open his mouth that wide again.

"Chill dude. So when did you get train tracks?"

"huh?"

Cover blown.

Other faces becoming recognisable. Most of the world in the same room. Arthur's only reaction being to cover his face, and pull of the magnets.

"I wondered why it hurt my hand…"

Obviously Romano. He couldn't tell as his hand blocked all sight.

"Well the good thing is you didn't brake the brace. That would've been a mess."

Hearing Germany saying a 'gore scene' was a 'mess' made him shudder slightly.

"Ah well back to the meeting, aru"

And with that most left. Minus the odd one.

"Hay, Artie. Say 'Spam'"

A blank expression.

"You know. The ham."

A look of thought.

"….Fpam"

And again with loud laughter. And again with a sigh…

_7:15

"gaaaaaaaaah~"

Ireland curled closer into himself.

"What's wrong?" Asked Arthur.

His answer begin a smile. All teeth covered with metal.

"HA!"

And with that the arguments of England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales and North filled the streets of wherever they live….

The end.

Crap, my hand slipped and wrote this…. Sorry.

Pigeon