The Meeting
Chapter 1-England and America
(9:30 am)
Today was the day. The day of the World Meeting that is. As America slept, he felt someone shaking him.
"Get up Alfred! ALFRED! Get up!" He heard a familiar voice yell. His eyes shot open.
"What the Hell are you doing in MY country!" America exclaimed, realizing that England was shaking him.
"Why, my dear boy, I am your father after all. I have every right to check on my little boy. I also have a passport so don't worry." England reassured as America jumped out of his bed. America sighed angrily, shaking his head at his old man as he headed for his bedroom door. "Oh no! You're not going ANYWHERE until you take a bath!" England ranted, grabbing America by his ear and dragging him out of his own room.
"HEY! Let go of me! I can wash myself!" America yelled as England dragged him into the bathroom.
"Oh, so you can't wake up by yourself but apparently you can bathe yourself? I don't think so." England said as he started the bath.
"But-" America started to say, but England stopped him by put his finger to America's lips.
"I understand you think your old enough now to do all these things but you're not older than me. I've seen more horrible things than you in my past, so consider yourself lucky to have me. Now strip." England said, locking eyes with America, whose mouth was wide open. "And if you don't close your mouth, I will put soap in it." England threatened.
"I-I can't strip in front of you!" America protested angrily, hugging himself tightly, as if to protect himself.
Arthur sighed and said in an annoyed tone "Alfred, I've seen you naked before, so there is no reason I can't now. Besides the point, it's not like I haven't washed you before." America blushed a deep red and didn't move. Arthur sighed again and stopped the water and walked the very short distance over to America, who was looking at the tiled-floor at the moment. England then began to strip America.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Alfred shouted as England took down America's red, white and blue boxers, revealing white, flawless skin. America's face at the moment looked nothing like that. Alfred's face got even redder as England finished striping America by pulling off his shirt to reveal a white chest. England waited for Alfred to get in the bath, but apparently he was frozen at the moment. Arthur sighed and helped his little boy get in his bathtub.
"I suppose I will wash you now." Arthur said, reaching for the shampoo. Alfred was too embarrassed to say anything.
