"England? Hey, England? You awake?" asked the American, shaking the bed upon which his 'friend' laid. The other man gave a small grumble, shooing away Alfred F. Jones' hand.
"Aw, c'mon, Iggy..." Alfred asked again, his voice whining and pleading.
"Why can't you leave me alone for one bloody second..." Arthur replied in annoyance.
Alfred gave an annoyed snort.
"Fine. If you won't wake up, then I guess you don't get any donuts."
"Donuts...?"
"Yeah. The best goddamn donuts in the world, dude. We have tea, too. "
Arthur Kirkland sat up slightly in his bed, eyeing Alfred in an annoyed manner.
"I'm not hungry, thank you. I wouldn't mind some tea, though. "
"Huh, suit yourself," he said, handing the refined Englishman a small cup of tea.
"Thank you. "
Arthur took a sip of the tea, then immediately spat it out.
"What the bloody hell is in this? It tastes like shit!" He exclaimed.
Alfred shrugged.
"Whatever. I'm going to go get dressed and ready for the meeting."
"'Kay." Alfred responded, taking Arthur's teacup and setting it aside. He watched as Arthur got out of bed and headed in the direction of the showers.
"Huh, that reminds me..." Alfred said to himself absentmindedly.
"Bloody America, waking me up with his foolishness..." Arthur grumbled to himself as he made his way down the halls. Why had America been beside his bed anyways? Oh well, the American always seemed to do peculiar things that had no explanation. Why would this time have been any different?
Arthur walked into the showers. He could tell that they had recently been cleaned, as they shined and sparkled with a fresh glow. He walked into one of the somewhat cramped stalls, took his nightgown off, and folded his clothes neatly behind the door. He looked at himself in the mirror, stark naked. Yeah, look at that sexy bod, he thought to himself sarcastically. Ugh, he only wished he was sexy. Arthur then heard a shuffling outside the door. He began to feel uneasy...
"Hey Iggy!" Came a sudden, loud voice, knocking the door open. In a millisecond, Arthur realized that he had forgotten to lock the door, meaning that anyone could come in at any moment...
Alfred barged in. Arthur stood, frozen in place, as Alfred stood there. An awkward silence arose after Alfred realized what he had barged into.
"Heh, sorry..." He said weakly. Alfred could feel his face glow red and his body tense. The blood rushed down from his head and into his lower body. He just hoped that he hadn't...dammit.
"Uhh..." Arthur managed to stutter, equally embarrassed.
Suddenly, he came to his senses and grabbed a nearby towel, covering his 'vital regions.'
"Uhhh...I-I was just going to tell you that France said hi..." Alfred stuttered, then left the room as quickly as possible.
Arthur, still standing frozen in front of the mirror, slowly came back to his senses. Silently, he stepped into the shower, turned on the faucet, and stood in the warmth of the running water.
It was going to be a long week.
A few hours later, the world meeting had begun. The countries took their usual spots around the large table. At the front of the wide room, Alfred stood, his face a mask of his usual pride and determination. The countries fought amongst themselves, as usual. Suddenly, Alfred noticed that someone was missing. A slight wave of he-didn't-know-what hit his chest. What was that feeling? He had been having that for a while now, usually with anything concerning England. It was starting to really bother him…..
"Hey, dudes! Shut up for a second. Where's England?" his voiced boomed, quieting the other countries momentarily.
"England, hm? In le showers, wasn't he?" France piped up, flipping his hair in an unnecessarily dramatic fashion.
"Yeah...I mean, it's not a party without Iggy! Heh..." Alfred said, hoping the others didn't notice the blush that took over his face.
An awkward silence resonated momentarily between the allies.
"I'm here, wankers." came a voice suddenly, the doors swinging open dramatically. There stood Arthur Kirkland, dressed handsomely, his hair in the perfect state of messiness. His suit was black with thin navy stripes on his jacket, and a matching tie. Shined shoes, recently polished. A dashing smirk upon his face.
Alfred felt that strange feeling in his chest once again, only this time, it was much stronger.
"Now..." England said, striding to his seat, "Lets get down to business."