Hia this is my first ever attempt so i dont really know what im doing ¬_¬ i dont even know if this will be uploaded im sure im clicking the wrong stuff, im such a technology noob ;-; oh well i guess ill just hope it does because i really wanna sibmit a story :3 so on with doing that... Oh yeah its usuk where iggy has a wolfish secret (bad pun is horrible) aaaany ways enjoy this is from america's POV and maybe some of englands :3 , human names may be used also depending on ho much i want to screw around with the
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I had this weird feeling lately... that something wasn't right...I knew something was up when Iggy didn't reply to my texts...it kinda depressed me ya know? i really like it when he replies, no matter how many insults were thrown in the text that if he were in person would be yelled...But being the hero i decided that i'd make sure he was okay at the next meeting...
Having made a special effort to make it to the meeting early i was pretty pissed off at him being late, Just pissed off definitely not concerned about him not making it early like he usually does...but then again where the hell was he?! I wanted him to get here already so i could check if he was okay. After about 20 minutes i finally admitted i was scared for him, what if he was ATTACKED?! If so who had done it? was it Russia? he's always looking for new ways to annoy me and lets just say he's getting good at it. The image of England, my Iggy locked away in his basement flickered across my brain, as i began trying to burn holes in the door of the meeting room, willing a certain nation to walk through and at that moment i was suddenly glad i didn't have laser vision, as it would've killed the unknowingly adorable person that made their way in to the room!
The slight relief i felt when glancing at him soon diminished as i examined his state. The messy blonde hair that as usually so soft looked rough and tangles, as though he hadn't even attempted to tame it, His eyes that could usually pierce straight through a person into their soul seemed a deeper shade of green, a shade that was unfitting of him, they were surrounded by black circles that had somehow made their way to his face, presumably from lack of sleep. Moving of from his face i examined his clothing, it was the same style as usual, white shirt with black pants and a tie but they all looked slightly crumpled and the shoes he took much time in polishing to perfection for meetings such as this were scuffed...Now i knew it, something was definitely wrong, my Artie censors were tingling and apparently i was not the only one who could see the stressed aura just by a glance...
The other nations simply stared as he hastily made his way to a seat between France and China, and for once it seemed even France didn't have the heart to torment him...