Trapped in the Bathroom
Alfred sat in the toilet, elbows on his knees as he sat forward slightly as he tried to take a proper crap. He groaned as nothing came, so he stood up, pulled up his pants, zipped them up, buttoned them and then buckled his belt back up. Going to flushed the toilet he turned to the handle and pushed on it, it gave a small gurgling sound but nothing happened, he tried a few more times but to no avail. He decided just to leave it and went to unlock he stall, but it was stuck. He jiggled it turned it as hard as he could, but it just wouldn't budge. He sighed as he got onto his hands and knees and crawled out from under the stall.
Now deciding he had to wash his hands, America went over to the sink and turned on the water. He turned it on warm, but it only spit out cold water. He sighed, that would have to do for now. He pushed his hand onto he soap dispenser but nothing came out. He gave it an annoyed look and pressed it harder and faster each time, after few seconds of nothing hefinally gave up, washed his hands in cold water with no soap; his hands were defiantly not getting any cleaner. Once he was finished he turned off the water and reached for the paper towl dispenser to find out that it had been removed so therefore it was no longer on the wall. He let out a long groan as he pulled his hair and looked up to he ceiling, "Why me?" America groaned out. He quickly wiped his hands on his shirt and headed for the door.
He grabbed the doorknob and pulled- but it didn't budge. It was locked. Blinking, the American pulled harder but it just wouldn't budge. "Damn it!" He screamed. He was gonna be late for the second half of the meeting and he wasn't done talking! He knew he should have had taken his cell. America began to pound on the door and screaming for help; pushing, pulling, kicking and punching the door but no one came. He wasn't sure how long as had stood there screaming but it was long enough to where his throat hurt from screaming. He slid down the wall and decided to sit till someone found him and let him out. This wasn't very heroic like at all.
::Back in the meeting room::
Prussia was on the floor laughing so hard at the scene before him on his laptop. He and several other countries had rigged the bathroom so when he American went to the bathroom he would run into some problems. Several other counties that were watching were snickering at the poor boys failed attempts to get out of the bathroom. Germany cleared his throat, "Bruder, as much as we are enjoying this, we need to get back to to the meeting." Prussia and some other counties whined in protest but the German shot them a glace and they silenced. "Ja, ja...ruin the fun." he pressed a few buttons on the keyboard and resumed everything to how it was. Prussia pouted over at Germany, "Party ruiner."
::Back to America::
While he sat dejectedly on the floor contemplating on how to get out, he head a clicking noise coming from the door. Hesitantly, he stood up, grabbed the door handle and gave it a gentle, experimental pull.
-Meeting room-
Everyone was chatting amongst themselves as they waited for America to join them. The door suddenly burst open and America strutted into the room and sat down in his seat. The British man beside of him held back a smirk,"Where have you been? It's way past time to begin!" America waved his hand and beamed, " Eating takes time, you can't rush those things, ya know." he lied.
Everyone in the room tried to cover their grins as they knew what really happened, of course America remained oblivious to this fact. "Ve~ was it good?" Feliciano asked, truly curious to which earned him a lot of disbelieving stares. Germany quickly cleared his throat also trying to keep down a smirk, "Since we are all here now, let's begin."