There'll more likely be a lot of grammatical mistakes and something alike. Please forgive me for abusing the language(s). T^T
I do not own Hetalia. Sadly, not even once.
CHAPTER ONE
England steps into the magnificent building where the world meeting is held today. In France, he adds in distaste. The morning has just begun and he already has got a growing headache for he is surrounded by frog speaking citizen. Once again, of France, of course.
He still has ten minutes left before the meeting starts; he notes the huge clock on the wall. There, sitting on an expensive looking chair clearly lack of sleep, is Japan. Finally a normal person to speak with in normal, human language, England lit up.
He's about to call the Asian nation as he's stopped halfway. Rapid footstep is approaching him noisily in the almost empty hall. He turns around in time to see a big something held by someone whose head completely hidden behind it, moving too fast towards him. He has only approximately one second to figure out that the wrapping cloth has an annoyingly familiar pattern of blue, white and red tricolour before his face becomes acquainted with the said package.
"What the f-"
The rest of his sentence is muffled by the surprisingly cushioned material.
"Oh, c'est toi Angleterre! Good to see you!"
England takes a few steps back to give his face a proper space while immediately recognising the thick accent and then the wavy, golden hair popped behind the huge mass of cloth.
"France! What the-"
"Look. I know I can always rely on you, rosbif." He starts to ramble so quickly without even listening to the other's response, glancing ever so often to the clock. "But, you see, I accidentally left something back at home. My presentation folder! By the way, can you take this upstairs for me? It's our meeting material."
England blinks at the sudden outburst and immediately frowns. "No. It's not my business that y-"
"Merci!"
Thus England's hands are instantly being occupied by the huge, mushy material while the actual owner is dashing through the double door out the hall.
"Listen when other's talking, you darn frog!" he shouts to the disappearing blond, gaining disapproving glares from the surrounding people. "Twat," he curses silently, dragging himself to the chair next to Japan. He notices the Asian smiles bemusedly.
"Good morning, England-san." He bows his head politely, which England responds with as much courteous. He's a gentleman after all, isn't he?
"Wonderful morning, I see." The raven states plainly.
England's frown grows deeper as he finds he can't sit properly with the bag taking up as much space. "Not for me, all thanks to that frog."
"Cheer up, England-san. At least you got a morning hug."
England's current effort to hold the suspicious size object is sent to a halt. "Morning hug?"
"Hai." The Asian calmly nods. He points at the stripes patterned stuff on England's hold. "An indirect hug from France-san," he smiles scarily innocent.
My first fanfic entry ever! I hope it's not that awful. But please feel free to comment, criticise, review or anything. All will be greatly appreciated. *bows*