"OKAY EVERYONE! YOU ALL HAVE 27.8 SECONDS TO EXPLAIN HOW TO CUT DOWN EXPENSES IN YOUR COUNTRY! ALFRED, BEGIN SPEAKING OR I VILL PERSONALLY KILL YOU!"
"Geez, Ludwig! You don't have to yell all the damn time! Alright! I will resolve my economic issues by not building anymore McDonald's all over the world..."
"Great progress for the world's fat ass..." Arthur sarcastically commented.
"Fat ass?! I'll show you fat ass, fucking limey!" Alfred shouted back. He leaped across the table and grabbed hold of Arthur's neck and shook him back and forth. Ludwig tried to pry Alfred off of Arthur, Kiku hid under the table telling himself it was the end, Feliciano was drawing kittens and pasta on his notepad, Ivan was clapping and throwing money on the table, and Yao was shouting at all of them to stop being immature. Francis was the only one being normal trying to organize his papers for his presentation. Finally after ten minutes of this, everyone calmed down. Ludwig managed to get Alfred off of Arthur, Alfred ended up straitjacketed to a chair with a gag in his mouth and Arthur was sent to sit by Francis.
When I go to world meetings, it always ends up like this. They don't notice me so I barely have any say in the meeting. I don't really mind though. I just come to the meetings to stare at Francis and think of certain things...
"Francis! Your turn, wanker." Arthur curtly said to Francis.
"I am not a wanker, Angelterre. You always say you are ze gentleman of the Allied Powers... I beg to differ." Francis retorted and started to get up to give his presentation, but Arthur saw something written on his notepad and snatched it out of Francis' hands.
"Oi! What's this? Someone's in love, huh?" Arthur taunted. "Look what it says everyone! It says: 'Francis Paris Bonnefoy: property of MATHIEU WILLIAMS, Francis+Mathieu...' and there's a little dirty picture drawn at the bottom... it looks like Francis and Matthew fuc-"
Francis quickly snatched the notepad back and turned the color of Antonio's tomatoes. He was obviously flustered... he's so damn cute when he's flustered...WAIT. He thinks dirty thoughts of me too?
"Er... Francis..." Ludwig cleared his throat. "Your presentation, please?"
Francis slowly trudged to the podium, barely making eye contact with anyone but me. He is the only person that acknowledges me...
"M-my resolution to put economic troubles to rest in France is to stop buying expensive wine..." Francis started but stopped to glance over at Arthur and Alfred (who somehow got out of his straitjacket and gag) who were snickering at him. Francis gave them a STFU look then continued.
"...To stop mass producing souvenirs, and to stop using so much-"
"HAHAHAHAHA! DUDE, THAT IS TOO FUNNY!" Alfred laughed. Arthur was whispering about Francis some pretty mean things. That made me really mad.
"How about you stop thinking about fucking imaginary countries when you could fuck a bag of skittles instead? It suits you perfectly!" Arthur snorted. Francis' face fell and he looked like he was about to cry... Arthur, you just crossed the line. I am sick of sitting on the sidelines and just being quiet. Starting now, I'm not going to be a coward anymore. I take out my pocket knife and sheath it...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FRANCES'POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was so embarrassed... why does Arthur have to be so rude sometimes? He just ruined it for me... I was going to tell Mathieu my feelings for him today...Now he thinks I'm a pervert and probably won't talk to me anymore... I'm standing in the front of all the countries looking like an idiot... Wait...What is Mathieu doing with that pocket knife...?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CANADA'S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I raised the knife over Arthur's neck. No one would know it was me because they don't notice me anyway... I wasn't going to kill him, just cause him extreme pain to regret that he messed with mon petite érable feuille...I positioned the knife where it would cause him pain but he would stay alive. I gave Francis one last look before I raised it completely and before I stabbed Arthur, I heard Francis yell one word. "S'ARRĚTER!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FRANCES'POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I saw Mathieu raise his pocket knife and I couldn't understand why he was trying to cause Angleterre such pain. Then I realized he was doing it for me. But I couldn't let him do it. No matter how much I disliked Arthur, I couldn't see him get hurt. So I decided to save him. I leaped off of the podium and shielded Arthur with my body.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CANADA'S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Francis leaped off of the podium and shielded Arthur from getting stabbed. So Arthur didn't get terribly wounded, no. Francis did. The knife went right through his stomach and he gave me this look that had so much pain and misery in it but so much love and understanding in it. He knew why I tried to do what I did. I put his head in my lap and he gave me a small smile but then he fainted in my arms, his precious blood staining my coat. Everyone stopped and looked to where Francis was lying. My hands started shaking and I turned pale. Why was everyone just standing there? My courage and anger built up and exploded at that very moment.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! FRANCIS IS DYING AND ALL OF YOU ARE STANDING THERE WITH YOUR MOUTHS OPEN LIKE A BUNCH OF IDIOTS! ALL OF YOU GO TO HELL FOR NOT DOING ANYTHING!" And with that, I picked Francis up and started running to my car.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FRANCES'POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I couldn't remember what happened... my head was throbbing and my heart beat thick...my sight was dull and all I remember was Mathieu caressing my face and repeatedly telling me how sorry he was... his pale face so close to mine...then I blacked out.