I just wrote this at like 3am I don't even know why but HERE

It was him.

England thought as he observed the American blabber about at the front of the room. He who always came up with the most irrational ways to solve problems. He who believed in everything unrealistic, what a child. He scoffed to himself and looked around the meeting room, eager to focus his senses on something else. But he could not, for some reason. Was it because of his loud voice that echoed around the room? ...No, it was never a problem for him to turn away and close up himself, but, recently, it was as if he wanted to pay attention. England sighed and looked at the stack of papers laying on the table in front of him. He had lot's planned for today in his busy schedule, he had no time for this, he thought. Reluctantly he looked at his watch, but felt a wave of relief flush over him when he realized the meeting would be over in just a few minutes. Glad, he looked up once again to catch the last few words America had to say before he left.

"And that dudes is why we need to listen to each other, specially to me! If you listen to me everything will be A-okay because I'm the hero! Then we can compromise other less important stuff! Hahaha!"

America laughed obnoxiously with a hand raised to the air. Then he looked at the time.

"Oh time's up, the hero has to get onto his duties!"

England groaned silently to himself. One more minute in here with him and his brain cells would deteriorate! He quickly stood up and looked around, most countries were leaving. Another great accomplished meeting, he mumbled to himself and proceeded to grab his papers when suddenly that obnoxious laughter rung around the room again. England quickly turned to the direction it was coming from but to his surprise there was no one there. "W-what..!?" ...but I'm sure I heard..." He trailed off. Was it really just in his mind? England shook his head, trying to clear the memory. Was he hearing things now? That's it. He thought, he would be out to get some fresh air then return to work. England scooped up his files then walked out of the meeting room and out on the streets of New York City. He had been there quite some times but had never fully understood how to get around. The Englishman searched for a pub or cafe of some sort but the closest thing he could find was a starbucks. He sighed once more, being disappointed that pubs weren't as popular there, but he entered anyways. Once inside, he looked around where smells of freshly brewed coffee hit him and plenty of girls, blonde specially, were giggling and talking about their lives. England made his way to the front cashier and gave his best fake smile, for courtesy was always important. The young lady behind the counter smiled back and asked him for his order and name.

"Yes, I would like a chai tea please. My name? Oh, Arthur."

He then paid for his tea, thankful to have a few american dollars in his pocket from...where was it? Oh, he gave it to him that's right...he could remember him saying something about how bills were no good for him once he got his new credit card. But why had he given them to him? He wasn't alone with him and not next to him either when it happened. It was right before the meeting, he could remember when that cheerful America walked over to him. He wasn't sure if it was a joke or just doing what he had to do but he had accepted the money. Well, after he questioned him several times of course. Did he- But his thoughts were scattered away when he heard the sound of his name.

"Arthur."

He looked up then smiled quickly as his drink was done. But his smile faded just as fast as he realized who had just called his name. It was him again!

"A-Ameri- I mean Alfred! What are you doing here!?" England looked directly at him and noticed he was wearing a starbucks apron. His eyes widened slightly. "Don't tell me you're-"

He was cut off by the already obvious answer. "Yeah, dude, I work here!"

England let a few seconds pass then replied back, "I did not know that..."

"Well now you know! Oh here!" America reached out his drink to him.

"Ah, um thanks..." England took the drink from his hands and looked down at it, unsure of what to say next. On the other hand, America had a mischievous smile.

"So, couldn't find a pub here in new york, huh? There are actually lots of 'em! But you didn't want to get lost did you?"

England quickly looked up at him, flushed a bit but with a slight glare.

"I-it's not that at all! I just...I just found this place near my hotel that's all!" His cheeks turned a slight pinkish colour as he began to lie to him once more. How did he predict that? Was he just too predictable?

"Haha! Sure, dude. Whatevs, I'm almost done with my shift anyways!"

England furrowed his eyebrows, not sure of what he was implying. But America continued still. "If you have nothing else to do, I can show you around or something you know. Haha, if an old man like you can keep up!"

England glared angrily at him. "I am NOT old, you idiot! And I would rather get lost than be ordered by you!"

America's eyes flashed a speck of disappointment and hurt but went back to his cheerful self in a few seconds with a grin.

"Just saying, have fun getting back to your hotel! Haha!"

England had just had enough of this American and he huffed and turned away, noticing that he was in public and didn't want to make a scene.

"Fine, so I shall." And England left without a word more, through the double doors and out to the city. Stupid America, always trying to crosse for some reason! Hmph, like I need him anyways, it's not like I can't get around fine on my own! England looked around the unfamiliar roads and started to walk aimlessly, with only his ego to guide him. After a few more minutes of walking around he realised that he had never been to that part of the city before, everything was new to him and he had no idea how to get back. Dammit... he thought as he looked up at the darkening sky. England sighed, it seems like everything was going wrong today, well, most of his days were like this anyways. The Englishman looked around trying to catch a glimpse of something familiar when he found himself entering a dark alley.