The world meeting was full of shouts and disagreements as per usual. Francis and Arthur were attempting to beat each other into a pulp while insulting one another, Hercules and Sadık were fighting over who can spend time with Kiku, Feliciano was trying to defuse Ludwig from exploding, and Luka was choking Mathias with his tie again. Ivan was one of the few that weren't fighting but that was only because no one dared to defy the Russian, not with his creepy aura surrounding him. And poor Mathew had not been noticed once through the whole commotion.
'That's it...That is it!'
Ludwig was fed up with all the other nations' intolerable acts in every single meeting. He was close into grabbing all their throats and shoving them up into a, better not said, place. Before the German could express his raging anger to the others, the front door was slammed open, almost breaking the hinges from the impact of force. There stood none other than Alfred F. Jones. He was walking-well more like skipping, to his assigned seat.
Everyone became silent when they heard the slam and stared at Alfred with boggling eyes. No it wasn't because he was tardy -yes they were surely used to that but was his hand. More specifically the shining silver ring on his fourth finger.
'What is that?'
They pondered at the ring until Alfred finally read the atmosphere for once and saw that everyone was staring at his ring, something no one had seen before. He smirked and lifted his hand up, revealing the ring for it to appear more visibly as he felt his egotism growing.
"Oh you guys want to know what this is? It's a ring. An engagement ring specifically."
"What?!"
"How is that even possible?!"
Alfred pouted a bit at that remark. "Hey I'm not that bad." The person quickly agreed and apologized in reply to him.
Billions of questions were directed to Alfred, yet he didn't seem bothered in the least, in fact, he was becoming very prideful. More than usual.
No nation was present in there seat anymore- except America. Even Ludwig was in shock, though he was more collected then the rest so he stood there with the mutual expression of the others that were having a hard time believing this.
But one big question was being asked around the table-filled of nations; Who is he engaged to?
The answer was not told verbally. Instead told in action when a they noticed a brunette has entered the room and; much like Alfred, she was skipping her way towards Alfred. Though, something else was moving from her that the other nations had took a close notice of as well until she had stopped in the side of Alfred and gave him a loving peck on the cheek.
The nations were left stunned, well except Alfred and said female.
"L-Laura?!"
"Wow and you guys say that I'm the loud one."
Francis cleared his throat a bit and pointed a shaking finger at them. "B-but mon âme...how is it that we are barely knowing about this now?"
The American thought a bit. "Now that I think about it, hey Laura, why didn't we tell 'em?"
The said latter sighed at her dense fiance and spoke. "It's because we wanted it to be a surprise. And by the sight of everyone's looks and how they reacted I'd say we did a good job of keeping it a secret." Laura smiled and it sharing the same radiate smile as Alfred's.
"And why didn't I hear about this first?"
The voice of where it had came from was that of Tim and judging from his tone, he was not happy. Not if anyone could ever guess what he was feeling through that cold fave exterior. But today, it seemed that he had left his neutral mask at home for as the others could definitely tell he was not elated in the least by the news they had given.
"Oh b-brother! What a coincidence to see you here!" Now it was Laura's turn to shiver and went in back of Alfred for protection.
Alfred wasn't in the least showing any kind of fear of her older brother. In fact he was walking foreword and towards the Dutch man.
He lunged his arm around the male nation's shoulders and and gave his signature smile with thumps up and a star wink. "Hi Tim dude! Aren't you excited that we're going to be brothers? It'll be totally awesome!"
As usual Alfred was ignoring the atmosphere but it didn't go as passed with the other nations. They were afraid of what Tim would do considering how dark the aura was in the room currently. Especially around the said man and the situation became worse once the Dutch gave a half innocent-looking smile, that would be seen more as a smirk than a smile, at him and put a hand on the American's shoulder as well, using his brute strength to squeezing it.
"Oh yes. Same here."
Alfred pulled away from him faster than Kiku could say 'election'. One being than he did not have the desire to become a human donut and the other being that he didn't want his vintage bomber jacket to get ripped into shreds as well as him not become like paper shreds in general.
"Brother, I believe that is enough of imitating Alfie. Now will you please be supportive of this? We both are feeling remorse that we didn't tell you earlier but I am not a little girl anymore so will you stop acting such an overprotective brother?" Laura had pulled Alfred away from her brother and looked at Tim straight in the eye in total serious that contained hints of sadness and halted him dead on his tracks. He swallowed a lump he didn't know he had from his throat. The only times she had ever looked at him with that expression was during the Belgian Revolution.
His boss including him refused to recognize the former Belgium state of the United Kingdom of the Netherlands as an independent nation. She had determination in her eyes and showed no signs of backing down as did the Dutch. And here they were, in the same positions. Only here Tim was in a stunned state.
He took notice that the woman in front of him, had once been a state in his kingdom, was indeed grown up into a great and beautiful independent kingdom nation of her own and he was damn proud to be the older brother of hers.
He smiled softly at her and then looked at Alfred, who was already preparing for another attack. He walked up to the other blond and gave him a side hug-surprising Alfred and even Laura.
It didn't take long before the American had pulled Tim into a full embrace.
"Dude, we're family now!"
The male nation smiled lightly and returned the favor.
Yes it was quite a touching moment. Japan was recording it all and Francis was having a nosebleed and almost fainted but Wang and Ivan were holding him to prevent any noises that could ruin the moment. The other nations had already left to their own respective countries and the only nations left were the Axis and Allies.
"Alfred, everyone can stop now." A voice mentioned in a semi-audible voice.
The American's sky-blue eyes looked up from behind Texas and tilted his head in perplexity.
"Mathew? You were here the whole time?" Alfred inquired after pulling from the other blond.
"Who are you?" Kumajuro asked.
"I'm the personification of Canada..."
"Well anyways, I think what Mattie dude here is trying to say is that Arthur's not here anymore."
"Did he buy it?" Alfred was hoping with curiosity glazing over his shining blue orbs.
"There's a high chance considering that I saw him rush out." The Canadian stated with Kumajuro held securly in his arms.
'Why...why would he...betray me so? Am I not good enough?...is it because we are of the same sex? Is that it? Tell me you git!'
Arthur balled up his hands into fists that were on top of his lap. His tears were representing the current weather in his country. Every tear that streamed down his cheeks all held so much of his emotion.
Hate.
Depressed.
Betrayal.
He clenched his teeth, wishing to stop the tears from falling. His mythical creatures weren't with him at the moment. They had asked him if he was alright but he had weakly waved them off and told them to go with his older brother Allister to which they reluctantly went. It wasn't because of his older brother-no they absolutely love him and his company. It was because they knew exactly what was wrong with Arthur but they didn't want to be a bother to him so they had left.
Arthur was grateful.
For he did not want anyone to see his vulnerable side and it would save the mortification along with it.
"I hate...oh yes I'm sure I do." Sarcasm spat from his mouth along with "After all the work and planning I had made just to spend time with him and to make him fall in love with me...and here I'm trying to say that I have never loved him and to say that I despise him. I guess I'm the one who is truly naive for believing some miracle will happen and him and I would live happily ever after like in those silly children literatures. I'm the idiot that had gave their heart for the person who they love...but only to watch him shatter every piece of it...of me...God do I sound depressed..."
A knock of the door was heard and Arthur quickly cleared his throat and wiped the rest of the tears.
"W-who is it?"
'Damn, my voice cracked a bit.'
"It is moi."
Arthur mentally sighed and made himself relax a bit and opened the door.
"Oh mon âme! What happened to you? You look awful." Francis put both his palms on either side of his face, staring with sincerity. Something the French man rarely showed to Arthur.
The Brit already knew that he had no choice but to explain what happened. With a shaky breath, he nodded and spoke.
"Francis...my heart is broken."
"Oh mon pauvre ami, the oblivious American has hurt you without even noticing what you are feeling."
"How do you..."
"Did you certainly forget that I am the country of love, no?"
"Why did you not confess to him earlier?"
"Francis you know perfectly well how I act towards the emotion of love and it would be coward-like to tell the one you love through a letter."
Francis felt the urge to help out his former rival. He knew he was the one that was needed in these types of situations. "Arthur, mon âme, you absolutely can not keep your feelings bottled up. It is both harmful for you and Alfred. Trust me I know how this works."
Arthur took a glance at the other blond. He sniffed and wiped out any remaining tears on his face.
"I know...but...I just don't want to feel the rejection in person...I can try to get over it...If I can."
"Arthur-"
"Please. Francis, let me handle this my way."
The French man looked at the other blond and reluctantly nodded his head.
"Alright...but if it gets out of hand then I will get involved!"
Arthur smiled from his reply.
"Thank you."
"Oh my! Congratulations you two!"
Tino hugged Alfred and Laura with a genuine smile on his face that resembled Alfred's.
They pulled away and Tino told them that they had came at he right time because he had already prepared a dinner for a big group and went to the kitchen.
"So Berwald dude, can you please be one of my 'best men'?"
"I thought that it is usually a best man not men." Laura had inquired at Alfred.
"Alfred are you sure you want to this?" Tino stated. "Don't you believe this is a bit too cruel to Arthur?"
Nantucket fell limp on the rest of the bubbly American's hair. "I know papa...but it's the only way I can think of doing from the influence of some of my movies dialogue..."
Tino sighed in response. "Alfred you will regret this but I'm not going to stop you because you need to learn the morals of your actions," Laura agreed with a nod.
"What was that dude?" Alfred was already stuffing himself with the dinner the Finnish made.
"Nothing. Pay no mind, Alfie." Tino waved his hand off to which The straw blond shrugged and continued.
Tino leaned in closer to Berwald and spoke. "You know I originally thought Arthur and Alfred would have hit it off together in a typical way. Not like this."
Berwald nodded in response. "Me t'o."
I wrote a new story! (Well more like a 2-part oneshot) And if you didn't know already, I will be using the human names of each character! Please do vote if you liked it or better yet...comment a review! Your choice!
*Belgian Revolution: was the conflict which led to the secession of the southern provinces from the United Kingdom of the Netherlands and established an independent Kingdom of Belgium. The people of the south were nearly all Catholics and half were French-speakers.
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