Hello~ Here's chapter one. Sorry if it's not very exciting. I don't want it to be too too fast~ Enjoy the chapter.
It was late at night as the World Meeting was finally coming to a end soon. There were only eight nations there that day, as it was a Global Eight meeting. Most of them were currently out taking a break from the very (extremely) stressful bickering and arguing that took place a few minutes prior. America was the only one who was still in the conference room.
"Mgh… what the hell dude…" America muttered to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. He was out of character lately, which was annoying himself and England. The stress from the dreams he's been getting was eating away at him. Causing him some small anxiety issues. The Island he was on was consumed by a black void in a storm. And the fact that he feels like a storm is coming is not helping the issue out either. The only thing that made him feel better was cursing out Mexico for no particular reason.
"Man he's such a little bitch…" he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair with a slight pout.
"And he's so superstitious and stupid and a total weirdo." he slowly began to chuckle to himself.
"And he does so much stupid crap. He's like my stupid bro." He was feeling better already. With a charming trademark grin, and both arms crossed, he leaned back and crossed his feet over the table.
As if the moment couldn't get any better, England walked into the room. He looked up from his book, scoffed at America's position, and shook his head.
"Get your feet off the table you bloody buffoon." He strode briskly over to him, and pushed his feet off of the table quickly. "The meeting is coming to a conclusion and you decide to put your dirty shoes on the table. I don't care if it's your table- but people write there for goodness sakes!" America instead of doing what England wanted him to do, he did the exact opposite. He put his feet right back on the table.
"This is the hero's table dude." America said proudly, giving a wide grin. He knew he pissed England off. It was worth it too. "Which means my feet have the unalienable right to have their freedom on this hero table."
Now he began to just say stupid things. "And the dirt that is underneath my shoes that's on this table- it's freedom dirt." He giggled as England sat down in his seat grumbling and rolling his eyes. As America kept rambling on about senseless irrelevant thoughts, England just began to ignore him.
"America, as much as I'd love to listen to you speak about your nonsense, I have much more important and relevant things to speak and thing about right now. You should try it for once. It'll raise your terribly low IQ." He muttered. With a cross of his arms, and a threatening glare, America gave a glare of his own.
"Damn dude. Why are ya so mean all of a sudden? You were even meaner to France this time in the meeting."
"Because, America. I've been stressed lately…" England wiped his hand on his face, and began to jot down random writings and doodles into his notepad. "Very stressful things have been happening lately. And it's things you probably wouldn't even believe since it has to do with my 'stupid fairies and flying mint bunnies'."
"Then hit me. Tell me if I obviously won't believe you. By the way, do you have any flying peppermint bunnies~?" he teased. England suddenly growled, and flinged his pencil over to America in pure aggravation. "If you must know," he began. "Lately Romania, Norway and I has been noticing strange abnormalities in the skies. Similar to the ones we've seen last year that no one except us three cared about. The stars have been blinking out once more, but this time instead of blinking out completely, they've been turning black. And then they blink out soon after. It's been rare however. Other stars just blink out immediately, In my magical understanding, stars blinking our in such a manner is a bad omen for bad things to come… namely a storm. However I know nothing else of the subject. So that, America, is exactly why I am stressful and 'mean' today- will you please listen to me?!"
America looked to England after twirling the pencil around. "Oh yeah? Sorry, ya lost me after admormoltys."
England rolled his eyes, and just sat there with his back now turned to the heroic country. "Stars disappear. That's bad." He raised an eyebrow as it looked as though America just had a epiphany.
"What?! Dude I've been noticing that too! Like, they turn black and stuff and then boom! They're gone."
"Just… shut up, America." England made the lowest of grumbles. As if his annoyance couldn't get any worse, the rest of the countries came in. First off, France.
"Ohonhonhon~ my little England it looks like you're rather frustrated oui~?" The suave man in the purple coat strode quickly and gracefully towards the annoyed Brit. He sat down right next to him, crossed one leg over the other, and settled his pricked chin over his wrist while the other countries took their seats. England sighed. "Did you put your fabulous undergarments on too tight again today~?"
"Oh my God…" England rubbed his temples quickly. America started to laugh, which made England's face go red. "You bloody, stupid, frog!"
"Germanyyyyy! There's a scary spider on the wall!" Italy squealed and cowered. He shrunk and hid himself behind the large German, who in turn sighed. "Japan, will you kill that pest for me? I'm too busy with Italy… dumpkoft."
Japan gave a tiny soft smile, and stood up to kill the tiny creature on the wall. "Italy… it's just a small creature. It won't harm you in any way."
"It's going to eat me!" Italy cried. The rest of the two nations, Russia and China, were dealing with their own matters. As China sat in his chair, he noticed Russia in the corner of the room from all the commotion talking on the phone. Russia seemed bothered, and was speaking in his own language. China could hardly translate some of the words.
"Sestra… I'll be home soon… the meeting's almost over. Yes, yes… What's wrong?" Russia went deathly quiet as he listened to the most likely frantic voice on the other end of the phone. China couldn't make out any of it. Growing worried for Russia, he looked down at his own phone.
-YOU HAVE 7 NEW MESSAGES-
About fifteen minutes later, as the meeting was finally drawing to a conclusion soon, America sighed softly to himself as he looked out the window. As usual, the serious part of the meeting was boring him to death. "Mgh…" Outside the window, there were many stars. He could actually point some constellations out (for he watched Men in Black too many times). One of the brightest stars in the sky, the star of Polaris, it turned a dark black. It was as though it was a tarnished silver. This time, the star didn't blink out at all. America raised both of his eyebrows in slight shock. Before he could say anything, a thick wave of fatigue suddenly consumed him, and he fell right to sleep on the table.