Summary: Germany's having a bad day. England/America arguments seemed to be getting worse. What happens when England's riled up enough for him to rush out of the meeting? What will America do?
Warning: Slash/Shounen ai US/UK : D
Disclaimer: Sadly Hetalia belongs to its rightful owner.
Chapter 1
Germany sighed. It was just like any other meeting. Italy was screaming for pasta, France spreading his perverted ness, Russia threatening everyone, England and America having the same old argument over and over again. Something about America eating like a pig according to England and America insulting England's cooking! Same old! Same old! Germany sighed, he turned and saw an unfamiliar Nation. 'Who is that again?' He thought, racking his brain for the answer. The other Nation was hugging a huge Teddy bear to himself. A light bulb turned on as he realized that it was Canada, America's younger brother. He was looking nervously between England and America as if trying to make them stop arguing by just looking. He then turned and then blushed when he realized that he was being examined by Germany searing gaze. He then blushed even more when France turned to him to talk about the rare delicacies of French food. Germany looked around, and realized that Japan and China haven't even arrived yet, that was strange, they were usually here right after England arrives. Well, he supposed it didn't matter, the fewer the amount the lower the noise! Besides they were probably fawning over something that Japan recently found, something about vaoi... no yowie... no that can't be it...yaoi... Oh whatever! He is going to stop thinking about the noise and go back to work. Now that's a good solution. But the flying papers and the shout of, "PASTAAAAA!" didn't help, he put his pen down on the table and sighed again and glared at America and England, wishing they'd magically disappear. Usually he held a higher respect towards America and England but not today. The loud shouting coming from said Nations wasn't helping his killer headache. He looked closely at the two Nations, something seemed strange. He looked closely. Now that he was paying attention, the argument did seem a bit more intense than usual, both of the Nations looked angry, and it was usually Britain that got riled up but this time America was as well. Then England suddenly stood up, " SHUT UP ALFRED!" He shouted and walked out of the room quickly. The room was silent. Germany would have liked it if it wasn't for the awkwardness . Everyone stared at America. America not realizing his audience, put his elbows on the table and face in his hands. Germany quickly got the meeting together and dismissed everyone before anymore drama happened so that America didn't get any unwanted questions. He wouldn't admit it but he was slightly worried about England, the Nation had looked upset as he had walked out of the room and the same could be said for America, who was still in his chair moping and staring at the table morosely. Germany nodded at France, who indicated that he would take care of it. As usual. "Hey! Germany! Let's go make some pasta! Come on! ve~" Italy came to him and started dragging him away. "I'm coming Italy," Germany sighed with resignation and trudged after Italy, he did enjoy their outings after all.