The Other Accent

Note: I plan to make this only 2 chapters. I am willing to do more chapters upon request.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters but the concept of the story was one that I came up with.

The world meeting was going by as slow as ever. Alfred was practically asleep by the middle of it. He was tired of hearing how the world was in a crisis and how we need to solve it. It was not until the topic of obesity came up that Alfred showed any sign of life. Ludwig, boring as ever, led the topic and directly stressed his concerns onto Alfred. Now, Alfred was not the skinniest person. With the amount of McDonalds that he eats, he has more body fat than deemed acceptable by the German.

"The world obesity rate has gone up dramatically due to a certain country's fast food industry. Nonetheless, we need ways to solve this issue. Any input?" Ludwig gestured for someone to continue.

Francis took this opportunity to stand and add his input. "How about we just remove these shops from our countries and replace them with healthier options. Sure it will be more money but-"

"But most people cannot afford to get the "healthier options," you bloody git!" Alfred surprised everyone with his sudden loud British accent. "McDonalds alone makes a revenue of over $27 billion and feeds about 68 million people per day. My people simply cannot afford the healthier option and most choose not to sit and wait for their meal as they are too busy working and do not have the same luxurious extra time as other countries. If you cannot find a replacement option that fits the need of every concern the fast food industry provides, then shut your bloody trap and sit down!" Alfred was enraged and Mathew, who sat next to him, was frightened enough to run behind Ivan for protection.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing?" Arthur interrogated. "Are you making fun of me?"

Alfred's expression changed to confusion and all rage that he had dumped onto the table was washed away. "What?" His accent went back to his well-known American one.

"You were making fun of my accent, weren't you?" Arthur pestered.

"What are you even talking about?" Alfred looked around.

"Alfred, you were talking in Arthur's accent." Mathew shyly stated, peeking out from behind Ivan.

"No I wasn't. Why would I? I'm not British."

"You just were! I heard you!" Arthur persisted.

"You're getting old, Arthur. You're probably hearing things." The conversation ended there as Ludwig interrupted with the new topic of climate change. Arthur and Francis exchanged glances.

After the meeting, Alfred swiftly went to the bathroom. It just so happens that Arthur had pulled Francis aside into the bathroom at that moment to speak to him. Alfred skillfully hid in the stall, making sure they did not know his presence; he had lots of practice during war.

"What in the Queen's name has gotten into Alfred today? He made fun of me for no good reason and then denied it!" Arthur loosened his tie.

"It's almost like he was unaware of what even happened, Angelterre. Maybe the accent stuck with him from the time he was your colony. It may be imbedded into his subconscious." Francis reasoned. "If he gets angry again, he may talk in your accent when making a point and be unaware he is even doing it!"

"I guess you're right." Arthur straightened his jacket. "Although, it is kind of nice to know that deep down, he still shows qualities that I brushed onto him. It's almost like he will never truly get rid of me. It's one of the only qualities about him that I think makes him attractive." Hearing every word and waiting for the older nations to leave, Alfred gave out a sigh.

"I guess I really did do that." Alfred left the restroom and stopped shortly. "Wait. Did Arthur say I'm attractive?"